TW // Body Horror (many... Many Eyes), Trypophobia

30 43 with jj and chase

Chase chuckled at the TV and re-adjusted his blanket again. He was having trouble sleeping, again. ‘Thank God for subtitles,’ he thought. No way he was risking one of the others waking up to lecture him.

“Chase?”

Chase turned around. “JJ? What’re you doing up bro?”

JJ rubbed his eyes. He was in the pajamas that Chase had gotten him for Christmas. The shirt had the design of a suit on it, “So you can be dapper while you sleep too!” Chase had joked. It warmed Chase’s heart. JJ sat down next to Chase.

“I’m afraid that I simply cannot sleep. Every time I drift off I…I have a nightmare. About the glitch. I would like to stay up with you, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course, no problem!” Chase lifted up the blanket. JJ smiled gratefully and got under the blanket. He moved as close as he could to Chase, and Chase realized that JJ was shivering. He wrapped an arm around his younger brother.

JJ rarely talked during movies or TV shows, and tonight was no exception. Chase watched quietly as well. He wanted JJ to get to sleep, and taking would prevent that.

Chase moves the blanket thwy were sharing to cover JJ’s legs a bit better. The dapper ego didn’t say thank you, however, because he was already halfway asleep. Soon, his head was resting on Chase’s shoulder as faint speech slides with Z’s all over them floated around the room.

Chase found his own eyelids getting heavy. JJ made it so much warmer…Chase leaned his head back to lay it on the back of the couch cusion. Cozy. That’s how he felt. Cozy.

‘Cozy is a nice word,’ he thought, beging to drift off to sleep. He felt JJ snuggle closer, and when he finally did fall asleep he did so with a small smile on his face.

(I wrote this at past 5 am is it any good? I can’t tell I’m going to sleep now my eyeballs are sore.)

mutuals do this

A Quiet Observer. 

(Puppet JJ seems to give ‘ze good doctor’ company during his research. Researching the possibilities of transplanting a wooden soul into a human body can get very tiresome during late nights, so a helping boost from your patient can go a long way.) :)

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.

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!

MY SINK BACKED UP AND FUCKEN FLOODED MY KITCHEN

STINKY WATER FLOOD AHHHHHHH

IM SICK OF BEING AN ADULT TAKE ME AWAY

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.”

❝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.”

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.”

"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.”