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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

there's like 90 hours of backstory grind for this. just take it.

#<3

Story of A P̢u̵p͠p̕e͘t (Regarding Lost Things)

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Available on AO3!

words: 1921 (written in fake audio-transcript format)

genre: ... spooky-ish Magnus Archives rip-off with some YouTuber Egos? more likely than you think. (no pairing this time.)

summary:

Here's a podcast in which the Host tells the unseen stories of infinite universes to the curious.

These stories are all true. They are not made up by the Host. (Those days are gone.)

Listen closely; you're in for something interesting.

In today's episode: A puppet theater, hidden in plain sight.

notes: this picture has one (1) vague easter egg and one (1) unnecessary greek mythology reference. that's how we roll.

ps: please, for the love of god, read @pxppet's story here! technically, this fantastic piece of writing threw me back into the dynamics of the two characters again, and that's what made it possible for me to publish this one thingie here today. so i owe you, @pxppet, a debt of gratitude for that. thank you so much for your wonderful work. and so, go on, everyone else, read it!

The Wilford and jj fic you reblogged inspired me so how about "if anything happened to you..." With Marvin and hurt!jj

(Small blood mentions warning! And a teensy bit of drinking.)

Jameson limped into the house. As far as he knew, everyone else was out. Marvin was doing a show, Jackie was on a patrol, Schneep was at work, Chase was at his studio,and Robbie was helping Chase in whatever challenge the vlogger had planned. 

It was just as well. He didn’t want to give the others another reason to worry about him all the time. And…and he didn’t want them to think he couldn’t handle himself anymore than they already did. He’d put up a good fight, and he was proud of it. The other man had simply been stronger.

Of course, Jameson shouldn’t have gone to a bar without someone accompanying him. It was just foolish. But he’d wanted a drink, and the house had been emptied of alcohol for Chase’s sake. He only had one glass of whiskey, that was all. But as he’d left a man who had very clearly had far more drinks had stumbled into him, and had decided that it was Jameson’s fault.

And now Jameson was hobbling towards the doctor’s lab to take care of a few scrapes, and maybe a painkiller for his leg.

He washed his wounds and put some antiseptic on them, then bandaged them as best he could. Unfortunately he also had a split lip and, courtesy of a ring the man had on, a cut on his cheek. The other injuries would be easy to hide, he was sure he could even power through the limp, but the ones on his face would give him away. 

Could he lie about how he got them?

He heard the front door slam closed and nearly jumped out of his skin.

“ANYBODY HOME?”

Marvin.

Jameson bit his lip without thinking, and yelped. It only made the cut worse, and now his mouth tasted foul. He realized too late that he’d sent the speech slide to Marvin. “JJ? Why’re you in the lab?”

“Well I um, I am afraid that I…injured myself slightly.” He winced. Why hadn’t he lied?!

“What? Let me see you, are you okay?” 

Jameson turned around and tried to play it off as nothing. “I tripped in the garden. It’s nothing to be concerned about.”

Marvin looked at him in disbelief. “Nothing? JJ, what about those?” he said. He was pointing to Jameson’s arm. He’d forgotten to roll down the sleeve. Marvin looked at them, at the spots of red marring the bandages, and his expression turned angry. “How did that really happen?”

“W-what do you mean? I told you, I fell in the garden.” He hadn’t taken any painkiller. His leg was beginning to hurt much, much more the longer he stood. He was starting to feel lightheaded…

“That didn’t happen from tripping in the yard. If anything happened to you…” Marvin’s furious words trailed off. “JJ, you look pale.”

Jameson felt pale. He put his hand on his leg. It was wet where the pain was. He hand’t even noticed a stain on his dark pants… he brought hi hand away to rub his increasingly fuzzy head. Marvin gasped.

“JJ, what happened?!”

“I’m…really…okay…” Jameson slurred out. Darkness closed in on his vision. He heard a distance and dull thud, a worried yell from Marvin, and then he was out.

The Septic Egos. This took me three days to make, I'm really proud of it. I hope that you guys like it.

☠with JJ as the one dying and maybe one or two of the other egos there as he goes? Idk I just love ur writing fam

(Oof, alright y’all the prompt, as you may have guessed, is character death, so be warned this is a sad one. Gonna put it under a “Keep Reading” so no-one accidentally reads it and gets sad when they didn’t want to do that. Also, thank you!)

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Jameson wheezed, staring up at the night sky, the stars twinkling brighter than he’d ever seen them. They were putting on a show, just for him, a dazzling display to ease the pain of what was happening.

He’d gotten away. He’d gotten away, and then he hadn’t. 

And then a bullet ripped through his chest.

He wasn’t sure how he was still alive, really. It hadn’t gone all the way through, so maybe that had something to do with it. He was too tired to really think about it.

He heard something thud on the ground next to him. His vision was fading, going black around the edges, but he could see enough to see the tear-streaked faces of Marvin and Jackie as they quickly knelt down over him. Marvin held his hands out, magic swirling around them, speaking healing spells and pleading with the universe to let his magic be strong enough.

“JJ, can you hear us?” Jackie said, his voice so distant and hard to grasp. “Come on, man, please, say you can hear us!” His frantic words were cut up with sobs. He took off his mask and wiped away the steadily flowing tears. 

Jameson managed a weak nod.

“Thank god. You’re gonna be okay, okay? Marvin’s healing you up and I’ll get you back to Schneep and-”

Jameson shook his head, or at least made an attempts at shaking it. He couldn’t really get his body to move much anymore.

“What? No, you’re going to be fine.” Jackie looked over at Marvin. “He’s going to be fine, tell him!”

“J-Jackie,” Marvin sobbed, his magic still focused on trying to heal, “He-he lost too much blood already.” His tears shimmered as they fell down his face, his eyes sparkling the same way as he tried to will his magic to become a miracle.

“No…” 

One of Jackie’s tears landed on Jameson’s face. 

Jameson tried to grab Jackie’s hand, but all he could muster was a slight twitch. It caught Jackie’s attention tough, and the hero gently lifted Jameson to put his little brother’s head in his lap. The corners of the youngest ego’s mouth twitched up, trying to smile. He felt comfortable. Safe.

Loved.

There were worse ways to go.

Jackie tried to find something profound to say, something that would make Jameson feel better as he left, but he couldn’t. He just held Jameson tight, held him close, and muttered again and again about how much he loved him. 

Marvin changed his spell to one of comfort. Jameson smelled homecooked meals made by his brothers, felt his favorite fuzzy blanket as though it was really wrapped around him, felt the endless love of his whole family warm his chest as his heartbeat got weaker and weaker.

He managed to lift his arm and put it over his heart. He flickered his eyes between his brother, though he could barely see them anymore. 

“We love you too JJ. We love you so much,” Marvin choked out.

Jameson’s mouth twitched again.

And then his eyes went still.

And he went limp in Jackie’s arms.

I absolutely adore Jameson Jackson 🥰.

Stringed Up

(TW: Needles, blood, Anti being Anti, electric shocks, and some good ol’ puppetry~)

“I’ve got no stri̡͉̘͓̬̖n̖͚͓͓̲̻g̨̧̬͕͕͖s̫̝̺̰͖͉ ̧̥̯̗͎̳ to hold me down~” The humming came from somewhere on Jameson’s right, a needle poked through his right arm, as his master slid a red string into the mutes arms, he winced, blood poked out from in-between his new strings, “Do you know why I like you JJ?~” Anti tapped the back of his skull, grinning, “You can’t scream. I do enjoy the wails every so often, but god, your eyes are so expressive its almost like your still scr̴̅͝e̵̾̓a̴̓̽m̴̿̚ing.” He inched his finger down JJ’s forehead and hovered over his right eye which was crying, his lips trembled, the fedora had been removed in this operation, he felt yet another needle poke into his neck, his masters breath cold and smelling of iron, “Now….Hold still.” His mouth opened in a silent scream as a wire was forced in, glistening with his blood he watched in horror as Anti plugged it into a socket.

Shocks convulsed throughout him as his new strings were pulled by Anti’s hands, slick with his own blood, feeling faint he was pulled to his feet, his hair standing on end, “Now….you should know why I gave you these strings, I want to see you dance.” He looked sick for a moment, wanting so badly to move his bruised fingers, but he found he could not move his limbs at all, unless his master pulled one to his whim. “Perhaps you didn’t hear me. I said…..d̵̪̠̐̂ä̸̳̳́̒ǹ̵͖͕̅c̷̱͎̅͠ȩ̸͈̋̚.” Yet another shock went through Jameson’s body as his arm was lifted in a makeshift pose, bowing before his master who’s grin was wide and made JJ’s stomach churn, he felt his feet start to move uselessly beneath him, as Anti hummed more of the song.

“I’ve got no strings to hold me down

To make me fret

To make me frown

I had strings…..” He pulled Jameson into his arms, tangling the strings around his puppets neck, watching the mute choke silently, eyes begging for release, “Good Puppet~” He let him go, watching him fall to the ground, breathing heavily, he walked forward, kicking him onto his back and causing yet another shock to go through the mute, his vision going black for a moment as he heard his master hiss the last lyric in his ear as he grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up to pet his hair. “But now I’m free….There are no strings o̸͇̭͊͝n̵̥͕̋̚ ̵̨̬͒̊m̴̡͙̾͠e̶̻̮͌͋~”

(A/N: Oh boyyyyyyy this ones been comin’ for a while, actually, I had like a vision on what I wanted to do, but not how to go about it, thanks to some….lets say inspiration, I finally got it done, its a bit short but ya know…..)

Tag list: @anti–anon @wyverwithy @darcywillfindyou @pumpkin-demon (again if you wanna be added or removed let me know)

Ack sorry I've been out all night but could I get a nose boop with, say, JJ and Marv? ❤️ - Vic

“May I ask you to explain this trick one more?”

Marvin didn’t look up from his book as he answered. “I found a tome on transfiguration and I want to test it out. I need you to hold the can so that if I do turn it into a puppy, it won’t be able to run away.”

JJ wrung his hands nervously. “Why choose me? Surely one of the others would suffice!” 

Marvin looked at JJ and realized just how nervous the young ego was. “Hey, it’ll be okay. No need to be scared,” he said softly. “I’ve got good control over my magic.”

“I know. It’s simply the fact that it’s magic at all! I trust you completely, good sir, but I trust the magic as much as I trust air travel, which is to say not at all!”

Marvin shrugged. “Fair enough, I guess. But this spell has no chance of being harmful! At worst, it makes the can grow a tail. I have some reversal spells ready just in case, if that makes you feel better. Just hold still, and it will all be fine.” He held up his hands, ready to preform the spell. JJ looked like he wanted to protest some more, but instead he held the can out at arms length and closed his eyes. 

Marvin read the spell, and softly glowing green mist began to surround his fingers. As he went on it was joined by a pale blue mist, and then the two combined. They formed a ball in Marvin’s hand, glittering with teal and turquoise. He lightly tossed the ball at the can.

Metal is a very good conductor when it comes to electricity. As it turned out, it was a conductor for certain spells as well.

There was a small flash of light. The can fell to the ground, right next to the brown puppy with the black mustache print under his nose. The puppy opened his mouth to yelp, but no sound came out. He crouched low to the ground, trembling.

“Oh my-JJ!” Marvin moved closer and picked the puppy up. he was a little Boston Terrier. Marvin held him close to his chest and pet him, trying to get him to calm down. Eventually JJ stopped shaking, and Marvin set him down on the ground again. He sat down on the ground as well. 

As guilty as he felt about turning JJ into a dog, he couldn’t help but grin and giggle. JJ padded up closer to Marvin, with his little puppy paws, and settled down in his lap. Marvin booped his nose and laughed when JJ tried to bite his finger playfully, his tiny puppy teeth not even hurting. From what Marvin could tell, based on what was the dog equivalent of a mortified expression after the fact, JJ still had his human mind but also had puppy instincts.

“Don’t worry JJ, I’ll get you turned back in no time,” he said. He pet JJ on the head. “But first…JACKIE! CHASE! SCHNEEP! GET IN HERE!”

JJ looked at him with puppy anger. “I just want to let them see you! You’re adorable!” JJ growled. “Please? Just for a minute?”

JJ stared at him. Then he started wagging his tail as a way of saying, “Fine.”