I Spy With My Little Eye... Aurora Borealis

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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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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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!)

I asked Instagram for some songs for me to make mini AUs off of them for fun

Given: Falling Inside the Black by Skillet

JJ is an unwilling test subject in a human experiment looking to create a drug that produces super humans. He is known to the researchers as #6. After taking this treatment, he starts to have visions of the past. Before long, he realizes that they aren’t just visions. He can interact with the world during that time as well. He meets the previous five subjects.

#1 is- was known as Jackie. He had volunteered to be part of this experiment. JJ gets to know him as he goes through the treatment. He was a success. A superhuman with superhuman strength, superhuman hearing, the power of flight. But for reasons unknown, he died.

#2 was Marvin. Marvin was an unwilling patient. After the treatment, he developed telekinetic powers, but started seeing things that no one else could see. He escaped one day and hasn’t been seen since.

#3 was a criminal who called himself Anti. He never gave his real name. He starts to travel through dimensions and the researchers lose track of him. One day, he appears with a knife and goes on a killing spree. He is shot and killed.

#4 was a researcher who helped in the drug’s development. He volunteered for the position. His name was Henrik von Schneeplestein. He could heal people with a touch of his hand. One day during experimentation, he started coughing up black goop. Within a day, he was dead. It was found later during the autopsy that he was dying from the inside out to heal people. His organs were already rotten by the time he was cut open.

#5 was an willing, but unknowing patient: Chase. He had only wanted some extra cash, but he started to feel other people’s feelings. His own feelings became heightened. He attempts to harm himself, but he is restrained. He breaks his binding one day and kills himself.

JJ, now with the knowledge of what happened to the previous subjects, starts to plan his own escape

Phantoms

Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Two

A JSE Fanfic

Oh wow, second chapter already? :O Yeah I was really excited to keep writing this. Fantasy is my element; I’ve returned home. After wandering out into the woods for so long, Chase wakes up in an unfamiliar location. Where is he? Who are these strange masked people who have found him? And what happened back in his village? Answers will follow, as we meet new people…including a couple boys that us readers will know :D

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Chase woke up slowly, over the course of what had to be a few minutes. First, he was aware of weight, something pressing down on him. It was warm. And that felt really, really good. Because there was a coldness in his core that he couldn’t quite shake, sending chills across his skin. After the weight, sound came trickling in. There wasn’t much of it. Just some strange scratching sounds, and occasionally footsteps, which echoed. It was only after registering the echo that thoughts started to form. Where…where was he? How’d he get here? Last he remembered, he was…in the forest? It was dark. Was it nighttime? Chase found it hard to recall.

He finally opened his eyes. It was difficult; they felt weighed down. But he did it. And once his eyes were open, he saw…stone. Rough, natural stone, not stone bricks. The light was strong, but flickering. And completely unfamiliar.

Turning his head to the side was an effort, but he managed. He was on a bed, he recognized that much. With a few layers of blankets, including one made of fur on top. Again, completely unfamiliar. As was the rough stone room he found himself in. Some sort of cave…? But then why was there a bed in a cave? No, scratch that. There was a whole row of beds, he could see them extending to the side, along with a couple rickety wooden chairs. And, currently sitting down in one of those chairs, was a woman with a bird face.

“Wh…?” Chase tried to sit up, but the blankets were too heavy, and his body felt weak, so he gave up easily.

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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…

"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.”

[Turn up ur brightness]

Ghost Hunted AU revamp whoop whoop

(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.

How about a little Jameson Jackson Closet Cosplay…?

These were a hell of a lot of fun to make! I admit I don’t own a bowler hat, but I wore the one I had backwards and it was totally fine. xD Anyway! Enjoy!

JJ belongs to: @therealjacksepticeye