In All Of Your AU's There A Different Versions Of JJ/Jameson Jackson Do You Have Any Favorite Version

Erseptyl AU

This part one of a 3 part prologue for one of my aus. I won’t give away any details but this is my first time writing anything so its far from perfect ^^’

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It was early morning and the sun was already high in the sky, its soft rays of light peeking in through the closed curtains. The windows on the far end of the room were tall and let in just enough light to disturb the figure sleeping in the bed on the opposite side. Though the bed was elegantly decorated with drapes and curtains, they proved useless in providing shield against the blinding rays that managed to sneak their way past the windows’ protective shades. The figure, who was still asleep, was wrapped up tightly in the wool blankets. They stirred lightly in their sleep and buried their face into the pillows, green hair falling over their face, completely shielding it from sight.

Only moments later, the door to the room opened and in walked a man dressed very properly in a beige vest and bow tie. His white dress shirt was without a single wrinkle, and even his moustache was perfectly groomed and curled upward to a fine point. Every detail in his appearance was put together with such delicate attention. With him, he carried in his hand a small tray with a teapot and a single teacup upon a saucer. The fine dishware had beautiful designs that were hand painted and appeared to be very delicate and expensive. The servant, who primarily went by JJ, carefully, and quietly, placed the tray on the nightstand closest to the door, careful not to startle the still slumbering figure. Then, he gently placed a hand on the individual’s shoulder and gave it a soft shake.

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Bing: Ha, G stands for gay lmao!

Google: *Kisses Bing*

Google: Uno reverse card. You're gay, too.

Can you tell us deets about the septic sins au or is that like just a theme for these series of art? Can we get liddol deets bout the others 👀

Of course!

I have all of them out on my Instagram, it's kind of a running joke there since yes, one of them is lust.

Pride!Jackie: Danger man, least aware of what he says and does. He will not hesitate to fight you to prove his worth and boost his ego, and he WILL win because he has superpowers. This man's ego is flourishing and it's horrible.

Wrath!Anti: Danger man too, he yells and screams constantly. Hates everyone and everything. Most likely to draw blood, and will kill someone who really pisses him off. Thankfully he has enough self control to not go on a rampage.

Gluttony!Robbie: A little zombie boy who needs to eat constantly. Must be kept fed at all times. Thankfully he eats slow, but if he becomes hungry enough he won't hesitate to go after a passerby on the street. Must be kept fed.

Avarice!Marvin: A greedy bitch who steals as many pretty things as he can. Uses his magic to help aid in stealing from shops and more. Also, to avoid Jackie since Jackie hates the fact he's ruining his reputation, and Marvin keeps getting away with stealing shit.

Envy!Henrik: The most sane, arguably. He hates the fact he was stuck with envy of all things, it burns away at him. He's usually stuck tending to Robbie and Jameson most of the time, but occasionally goes out to talk to the others too. He hopes one day he can put an end to this curse, since he doesn't want to feel like this anymore or for any of the others to have to deal with its effects.

Sloth!Jameson: Very sleepy boy, he doesn't do much. Usually he is awake for a good portion of the day, lays in bed a lot. Some days he can't bring himself out of bed, and just lays there instead. On rare occasions he does in fact just sleep all day. Henrik is often very worried for his health since he hardly eats since he's always asleep.

Lust!Chase: This man is constantly searching for love, whether it be the healthy or unhealthy kind. Normally out on the town but occasionally he visits home when he's not spending the night somewhere else. He doesn't handle rejection well, but he at least knows when he needs to move on to another person.

Here you go! Enjoy <3

A Gentleman’s Timepiece

Septics Inverted

A JSE Fanfic

Alright, I’m gonna be frank: this is the climax of this arc. There’s going to be more action after this story, tying up a lot of loose ends, but this is where things really wrap up. Where Anti and Jameson confront each other. It’s pretty long, probably because there are a lot of long paragraphs, but I feel that’s justified. Of course, because of the length, I had to cut some scenes with the other characters like Jackie and Schneep, but don’t worry, we’ll see those scenes next time :) Hope you guys like this, because after this, Inverted only has a couple parts left. Wow.

Various other AU-related stuff found here

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Jameson gasped, heart pounding in his chest. One minute Anti had been lunging towards him, grabbing him, and the next, he was…somewhere else. He looked around, expecting—well, actually, he didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this. This was…a dining room. The dining room of his old house, the one he’d lived in over ninety years ago. He was standing near the table, which was exactly the same as he remembered it. A white tablecloth covered the surface, with a brown ring on it from the time he’d absentmindedly set down his teacup without a saucer. He remembered that…the same way he remembered the tears in the wallpaper where the back of chairs had been pushed against the wall. It was all the same.

He cautiously patted his vest. Everything was there. His watch was in his pocket, and even the small knife he’d picked up at one of the weapons caches earlier was still on his person. Strange…he would’ve expected those to be taken. But that wasn’t important right now. He had to get a hold of the situation. So he quickly pulled out the knife, despite knowing that it wouldn’t really do that much damage, and set out to explore the area.

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I rewatched Kill JSE and Say Goodbye and you want to know that I love about Anti?

He isn’t a demon he isnt really even a glitch.

He is an illness, a parasite that gets in your head and takes over your body. And we’re all infected and we don’t even know it.

We are so invested with him, obsessed with him, he gets in our heads and makes up freak out when he isn’t even around. We are literally traumatized so much from him that we can’t see a glitch game without worrying!

We were so caught up with who he was we didn’t even save Jack from him,

we’re the one who caused him to be here and we’re all infected now

We’re the reason Jack was in a coma

We’re the reason Schneep almost died

It’s our fault..

“Jamie, I do not understand…I am the good doctor, you know me – Why won’t you let me near?”

“Just cork it till I can catch my breath again, doc.”

“What cause shortness of breath? I want to help you – ”

“Listen, just s-shut it if y’know what’s good for you!”

“Jamie…!”

Based on the theory that’s gone around that JJ took part in WWII (which would explain when/if he has killed people.) One of my followers pointed out that it might be a source of discomfort between our dapper gentleman and our good German doctor. I imagine Jameson would of course try to adapt to the modern times. Schneep is the nicest doctor he’s ever met, after all, but when the flashbacks hit, he can’t bear to hear his voice. 

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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...

Promise

Part 25 of My Brother's Keeper

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“It hurts,” groans Henrik, writhing on his bed. “It hurts.”

Chase clings to his hands, stopping him from clawing at his face. “I know,” he whispers, exhausted. “I'm sorry, man.”

“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts too much, master, stop, master, I'm sorry.”

“It's me, it's Chase.”

“I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to!”

“You didn't do anything wrong.”

“Hurts, hurts, hurts.”

“I know,” he whispers, exhausted. “I'm sorry, man.”

A sudden change flashes through Henrik's face. He creeps forward on the bed, baring his teeth.

“So much fucking flesh on you,” he hisses, his accent dissipating and his pitching rising and falling in spasms. “I hate your scarlessness. I want to trace the outlines of your bone into every centimeter of your skin.”

Chase watches him, dead-eyed, from the other side of the room. Henrik rocks himself, clutching his shoulders, turned away from him.

“Stupid fucking boy,” hisses Henrik, his voice rising and falling strangely, like there's a voice changer switching channels in his throat. “Stupid fucking drunkard. Abandoned little dog, don't you want a new master?”

“You're not Anti,” says Chase, softly, a plate of pasta growing cold on the bedside drawer next to him. “Come get something to eat, Schneep. Henrik. Schneeplestein.”

“Stupid boy!” screams Henrik, tearing at his hair. “Your master won't wake up until I am underneath his skin!”

Chase gets slowly to his feet and rounds the bed. Gentle, he pulls Henrik's hands from his hair, eliciting a low groan of agony. “You're not Anti,” he repeats, holding up a forkful of pasta. “Open up.”

“I want Jack, I want Jack, I want to taste every cell of his fucking blood!”

“How about mac and cheese first?” suggests Chase dryly, pressing the fork to his mouth, until at last, Henrik opens up, growling, and eats.

“Stupid fucking boy...”

“You're not Anti.”

Level, steady. Stay with him, take care of him. He stabs another forkful of macaroni. I owe him this and more. “You're not Anti, Schneep. Henrik. Brother. Eat.”

Henrik's eyes burn with hatred as they look up at him. Chase ignores it steadfastly, pressing the bite towards his mouth, and as Henrik eats, some of the rage drains from his grey face.

“Ch-chase?” he chokes around macaroni.

“Shhh. I'm here.”

“I d-don't feel good. What's happening to me?”

“You're a little sick, man. Just eat, okay? I'm going to take care of you.”

“You're going to take care of me?”

“Me and JJ.”

Chase turns to smile at his little brother, watching from the corner. “We're going to take care of you. Right, Jamie?”

Jameson meets his eyes resolutely, trying to straighten up, because even if Henrik sometimes scares him like this, he is determined.

He loves him.

Yes.

They manage to get Henrik to sleep that night, after Stacy and the kids have left. Chase looks up at JJ, his hand settled in Henrik's hair, watching over him.

“It's going to be a long couple of weeks,” Chase warns, looking exhausted already. “He'll be a lot to handle.”

“That's okay,” says JJ. “I'm here.”

He is.

He will stay.

Marvin made him promise.

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Chase sets up a sleeping bag for JJ that night – he refuses to be parted from Henrik's side, and Chase plans to sleep beside Henrik in the bed in case he becomes violent – and he goes to check on Jackie, wondering if he's still conked out on flu medicine. He isn't. He looks up when Chase enters his room, sitting on the end of his bed.

“Jackie,” says Chase softly. “Are you okay?”

Jackie glances back at him, shaking his head minutely. Chase moves to his side and hugs him tightly.

“Jameson,” croaks Jackie.

“He's fine. He's downstairs. Just got overwhelmed, I think.”

“Schneep?”

Chase pauses, rubbing Jackie's back, but he knows his brother won't let up until he knows.

“It's the possession withdrawal again,” he says.

Jackie's expression shatters. He leans his head against Chase's chest, hiding his face.

“It's going to be okay, man,” whispers Chase.

“Nothing is ever going to be okay again,” croaks Jackie. “Marvin is gone.”

Chase has to cover his mouth to keep from sobbing, his eyes sliding shut. Fuck. Fuck.

“I want my little brother,” cries Jackie, clinging to his shirt.

“I know, Jackie,” sobs Chase, because he doesn't know what to say. “I want him too.”

On God, he would give up most everything in the world to have Marvin here with him now. He can feel the memory of his brother's hand on his shoulder, keeping him steady.

He gets Jackie water and macaroni and makes him eat it. Jackie will not stop crying and Chase does not blame him. He understands. Jackie tries more than once to insist that he will get his own food, get his own water, he will watch Henrik tonight, he will let Chase be the one grieving, he will do this and this and this. But his fever is strong enough that Jackie can't follow through on much of anything. Maybe, in that sense, the fever is a small blessing. Chase pushes him back into bed and gathers up his dishes.

“Chaser, don't go,” begs Jackie.

“Oh, Jacks,” sighs Chase. “Man, I gotta stay with Henrik so he doesn't hurt himself.”

“Oh,” says Jackie in a small voice. “Yes. Of course.”

“You could come sleep in his room with the rest of us, though,” offers Chase, brushing sweaty hair from Jackie's forehead. “I'll get the other sleeping bag, okay?”

“No,” answers Jackie dully. “Jameson doesn't want me around.”

Chase sighs again and sits back down on the edge of Jackie's bed.

“Jackie,” he says softly. “JJ's just scared and overwhelmed, and Anti told him a lot of bad shit about you. I know he's breakin' your heart, man... just don't give up on him, okay?”

Jackie stares up at him, his eyes red.

“Hey,” says Chase, clucking his chin. “Promise me, okay?”

Jackie looks away, sniffling. “Okay, Chase. I guess.”

“How about the cats, yeah? I can bring the cats to you.”

“Yes,” says Jackie, rubbing at his face. “Yes, please. The cats.”

Chase puts the dishes away and finds Athanasius and Queenie, carrying them up to Jackie's room. By the time he has deposited them in Jackie's bed, his brother is already asleep.

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

I’m not super proud with how this turned out and I might have to redraw it, but at least I finally did it! I drew all the Demon Blood Bois :,,,,D

@lilyenderborn it has been done