I Absolutely Adore Jameson Jackson 🥰.

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

On an unrelated note, I am having Thoughts™️ about autistic Jackie, and am now wondering what would have happened if, when Jackie found JJ in Marvin’s room (or at any point when JJ is still convinced that Jackie is evil/wants to kill him), if Jackie was having a nonverbal episode. And started signing to him. Because Anti never used sign, did he?

that would be cool! No, Anti never used sign, cause he’s an ableist b i t c h -

JJ understands in that moment that Jackie is attempting to reach out to him, so the sign language would be a very nice touch! Kind of bridging the gap between them.

Also funny you would mention that cause nonverbal days are one of the reasons Marvin and, later, the rest of the family, learned some sign language even before JJ was born. Jackie really likes it. helps on missions too, if you’re across the room and can’t hear each other!

I think it’d be interesting to see how JJ would react to seeing Jackie - someone he sees as extremely powerful, dangerous, scary, basically the Anti of this house - having a meltdown or shutdown or something.

America's Suitehearts (Evil!Marvin)

(I was listening to Fall Out Boy and got inspired! I know they aren’t American but it’s a common enough phrase, yeah? These are connected to a couple prompt requests I did a while ago, but they aren’t necessary to read to read this one! You can find them if you search evil!Marvin on my blog, I think!)

Jack backed away from the magician, terror shining in his eyes and sending shivers throughout his body. “W-what did you do to them?”

Marvin grinned, and it was so big that coupled with his mask he almost looked like the Cheshire Cat as he stared at Jack from the shadows. “What’s the matter, Jack? You don’t like their new looks?”

Jack shook his head. The “new looks” put a chill in his bones, and tears in his eyes.

They were faded. Almost completely see-through, save the faint blue and green outlines. The red of Jackie’s suit was gone, replaced with a dark green. His cape was in tatters, and it hung off of one shoulder by literally a thread. His mask hung around his neck, the blue so dark it could have been black.

Chase’s hat was pulled far down over his eyes, but Jack could still see as bright blue tears steamed down his face. His gun was held in his hand, though his grip was so loose it could have fallen at any second. The skull on his hat had been replaced, and a playing card took up it’s place.

Jameson’s hat was gone entirely, his usually neat hair wild and unkempt. His pocket watch had fallen through a hole in his pocket. It slowly turned as it hung, the light not even flirting off the also ghost-like watch. His vest was unbuttoned and wrinkled. It was the same color as Chase’s tears.

Schneep was the only one looking directly at Jack. His coat was covered in shimmering blue stains, stains that Jack was sure were meant to represent blood. His mask and cap were gone, his glasses cracked and broken. His blue scrubs were now a pale green. In his hand he held an empty syringe. He locked eyes with Jack. Jack searched for any traces of his friend, but the doctor’s eyes were empty.

Perhaps the most chilling of all…was Anti. He stood next to Marvin, a similar grin to the magician’s on his face, but he too was transparent. The cut on his neck dripped with pale blue static instead of blood. His hair was falling in his face, almost coveeing his eyes. His eyes didn’t ever change or flicker. They stayed a sickening shade of green.

The same shade of green that surrounded Marvin as he raised his hand. The ego all lurched forward. “Let’s hear it! For America’s sweethearts!” he shouted. “Or, they used to be!” He walked up to Jack, his face bright with glee. “Isn’t it wonderful? My spell worked! Not a single fan remembers any of them! I even erased the great Antisepticeye! And he helped me get strong enough to do it! He never thought I’d go against him!” Marvin cackled, and Jack flinched.

“What did they ever do to you?” Jack said. He backed away, trying to make it to the kitchen. If he could just get a weapon… “You didn’t have to do this, Marvin! I could have helped you! I never meant to-”

“To abandon me?” Marvin interrupted. The venom in his voice didn’t match the grin the remained spread across his face. “To leave me to suffer? To force me to live off of scraps of attention from the fans? TO NOT EVEN GIVE ME A NAME?! I WAS LEFT WEAK, PATHETIC! YOU COULD HAVE KNOCKED ME OUT WITH A FEATHER! YOU NEVER WANTED TO HELP ME, JACK!” He kept grinning, even as he screamed. He took a deep breath. “I didn’t have to do this. You’re right! But I must confess-” he paused, and looked at the other egos as though admiring a work of art, “- I’m in love with my own sins.”

Jack was so close. He could duck into the kitchen, grab a knife, at least he’d be able to defend himself. But when he went to run, he found a warm feeling surround him. He couldn’t move. He cast his eyes down. Green and blue surrounded him, not unlike how it surrounded the egos. Marvin had his hand held out, and it glowed with the same colors.

“Tsk, tsk. I don’t think so, Jack.” He curled his fingers, and Jack was yanked towards him harshly. He put an arm around Jack’s shoulder in an almost friendly manner. “See, I got to thinking. The spell worked so well with the egos, who’s to say it won’t work as well with you?”

“Don’t you dare,” Jack managed to growl.

Marvin ignored him. “Why can’t the world revolve around me? Oh, you’ll say that you aren’t that important, the world doesn’t revolve around you, but for you fans…well, for a lot of them, their world does. You can bow, and pretend you don’t know you’re a legend, but you are. You are to millions! And I want that. I crave it! Why can’t I replace you with me? I can remove memories, why wouldn’t I be able to change them?”

“Marvin…please…I never meant to abandon you…” Jack said, every word a struggle to get out past the magic. “Just…let me go…it doesn’t have to be like this!”

Marvin made a face like he was in deep thought. “No, no it doesn’t.” His grinned returned, and he stared Jack in the eyes. “But I want it to be.”

Magnificent Spell

“JJ!” Marvin excitedly grabs JJ by the arm and sits him by the bed. “I have an idea!”

“What, what is it?” JJ asks, hands trembling with excitement.

“I have a way for you to communicate without using your hands! That way, if you ever need to tell us anything but your hands are tied or full, you can still talk!”

JJ gasps, eyes growing wide. “You can do that?”

“Yes, it just requires a bit of mouthing!” Marvin ties his long, sparkly hair back into a ponytail. He sits down on the bed, across from JJ. Jameson crosses his legs and watches Marvin intently.

“For this spell to work, you need to mouth exactly what I say! How good are you at lip reading?”

JJ nods in excitement.

Marvin chuckles. “I’ll take that as ‘a very good lip-reader’. Now remember. You must concentrate with all your might, or else the spell will break and we’ll have to start over. Can you concentrate for what could be an hour?”

“I once memorized an entire script in two hours, I can do this!” JJ signs, determined.

“Then repeat after me!” Marvin begins chanting silently, careful to enunciate every word. JJ repeats every word as fast as he could.

“Not too fast,” a voice in JJ’s head warns. Is Marvin communicating telepathically? Wow!!! “You might mess up.”

If JJ stares at anything other than Marvin’s lips, he might see tiny beads of sweat trickling down Marvin’s forehead, or his cheeks flushing with colour.

Marvin watches the space beside Jameson, nerves fluttering in his stomach. He had conveniently forgotten to tell Jameson that the spell they’re using is a spell invented an hour ago.  By Marvin himself. But Marvin’s head hadn’t exploded when he tried it, so why should Jameson’s? He’ll be fine. Hopefully.

Something begins to flicker beside Jameson’s head. Marvin almost stops, but quickly collects himself. Freak out later. Celebrate later!

He sends his younger brother a quick telepathic message. “Keep concentrating and keep watching me! We’re almost there!”

Words flicker onto the screen, Marvin gasps as the ancient Fae words appear in a fancy, old fashioned font, like a small screen of text from a silent movie.

“We did it Jameson, look!!!” Marvin cries, pointing at the screen.

{Really?!} JJ turns his head to side so fast he almost hits his nose on the screen. {Oh my goodness!!! It’s as if we pulled it straight out of a moving picture!}

Marvin attempts to pull his jaw off of the floor. “Not bad for a new spell.”

That gets Jameson’s attention. He cocks his head. {New?!?!}

“Yeah… I just tried it… an hour ago…” Marvin mumbles, still shocked.

{Really? What happened when you did it?}

“Nothing!” Marvin says. He quickly adds, “But my head didn’t explode and neither did anything else, so I figured it was safe! I was so excited to show you!”

Jameson smiles. {Thank you. Now how do I turn it off?}

Marvin blinks in confusion. “What? Why? I thought-”

{I don’t want to abuse my new power,} Jameson explains. {And it might seem strange to those around me. Like you said, I’m only using this when I truly need it.}

“I guess there’s an off switch,” Marvin says. “Think of it as a light switch, on and off.”

The sign disappears in a puff of smoke. Jameson smiles and signs, “Thank you, Marvin.” He embraces his brother.

Marvin returns the warm hug and kisses his brother’s forehead. “Anything for you, Jameson.”

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For the @basket-full-of-septics prompt: Magnificent Spell!!!

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The Calm and the Storm

Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Nine

A JSE Fanfic

Finally, we reach the action! Henrik, Chase, and the others are here to rescue Marvin! Will everything go smoothly? Either way, I’m excited to show you guys :D I’ve been planning this for a while now, and it’s nice to finally have another actiony part in this AU. And, yeah, I have nothing else to say. Short author’s note. Hope you guys enjoy ^-^

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Chase woke up to someone shaking him. He rolled over, and looked up to see Henrik. “Hhrm?”

“Ah, sorry to wake you,” Henrik said apologetically. “But we are about to start planning. I thought you would want to join.”

“Oh. Right.” Chase sat up, and looked around. It didn’t really feel like any time had passed since he’d laid down to take a nap. And it didn’t look like it had, either, since the windows to the inn room were thick, blocking out all light when they were drawn. “Of course.”

“Great. We are meeting in the other room. Follow me.”

They were planning in another inn room, which was rather small with about fifteen people crowded into it. By the time Henrik and Chase arrived, all available sitting areas had been taken, including on top of the beds. Chase closed the door behind him as they entered, and awkwardly leaned against the nearby wall.

Weiterlesen

Promise

Part 25 of My Brother's Keeper

(Part 1 l Previous l Next)

“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.

Heres what I have been working on for the last couple of days! Bubble egos! Hope you enjoy it i worked a lot on the poses and background! Reblogs>likes

individual egos in bubbles underneath the cut:

Feel free to use as stickers or icons or anything else!

Southward

Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Eight

A JSE Fanfic

This chapter is pretty short (by my standards.) I sat down intending to get to the action, but I realized I couldn’t skip straight to it and there was all this other stuff that had to come first, so I decided to put all that into its own part and included some conversations between characters so it wasn’t just all exposition lol. Here, Chase and Henrik and a bunch of others all travel south, getting ready to rescue Marvin. Will they make it in time? Who knows? All I know is that shit’s going down soon. Enjoy this shorter part before that.

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Even though it was in the name, Chase hadn’t expected the flatlands to be so…flat.

It wasn’t as though he’d never been on flat ground before. The floors of houses were fixed, as were the grounds where farms raised their crops, and even in the mountains there were stretches of level land. But he’d never been in an area that was so consistently flat. It was a bit unusual. He felt out of his element. If he’d known it would be like this, he might not have agreed to join the group sent to rescue Marvin.

Of course, he was honored that Henrik asked him to come. He could tell that everyone else on this mission was much more experienced than he was. Henrik himself was coming, as were Lukas and Tripp, meaning about half the leadership of Wyvernlair was currently not there. A sign of how important this was. But still. Part of him couldn’t help but feel he might be a liability, being so far out of his element.

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Jameson’s turn! 🖤

Click on the links below for the other egos I’ve drawn in this style:

- Marvin the Magnificent

- Jackieboyman

-Henrik Schneeplestein

- Chase Brody

- Antisepticeye

- Seán McLoughlin & all egos

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