Many Thanks To @0-chaotic-potato-0 For This Clip, But Here’s Your Definitive Answer For The Egos

This made me cry Its so sad...but also filled with much Angst 😢😭❤

Lost my reason all again

A/N: -VIOLENT COUGHING- I just want to apologize for what y’all are about to read. This was painful to write, in such a good way. If you want to blame someone, blame @dmnfox and @anon-jameson. Both of them, hecking talented and gave me the opportunity to write this. So, credit for this idea goes to both of them. Oh! Before you start reading, make sure to have this song playing while reading, since it’s part of the inspiration. Enjoy qwq

Trigger warnings: Blood, death, choking.

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Finally… after all these years, Henrik could finally have his revenge on the glitch. On the demon that held him captive for so long, the demon that hurt those he loves. After all this time, he was going to pay. And Henrik… he was going to enjoy every bit of it.

Weiterlesen

random normal pictures of Jack that look like the egos to me for no reason other than vibes GO

Jackie

Jameson

Marvin

"Wh-? I jus' woke up..." with anyone? *hugs*

(*hugs back*)

(Anyone remember…this ol’ prompt? All the way back from November 2018. Boom, it’s got a sequel now! So uh, a lot of blood mentions. JJ got beat up pretty bad, and there’s a dead guy. Oh, oh this got much darker than I meant it to. Well, that’s what happens when you binge BFU for days, I guess.)

“Jackie! JACKIE!”

Jackie’s eyes flew open and he twitched in alarm, the shouting of his brother rousing him from the deepest sleep he’d had in weeks. “Hnn?”

Marvin ran into the room. He was twisting the end of his cape in his hands, shaking. “Jackie, something happened and Schneep said we need to get to the hospital now!” Word’s spilled from Marvin so rapidly that Jackie could hardly keep up. “Schneep got a text from JJ and it was a lot of nonsense except for one word and it was ‘Help’ and he said his phone glitched and it said ‘Help him’ with that creepy font Anti loves and he heard laughing and we have to go find JJ, we have to-”

“Wh-? I jus’ woke up…slow down,” Jackie mumbled. Then Marvin’s words slipped in through the fog of sleepiness, and Jackie shot up out of bed. “Does Schneep know anything?” he demanded, scrambling to find his suit. “Any way to narrow down JJ’s location?”

“I-I don’t know. I can try a tracking spell but if Anti is involved I don’t know if it’ll work!”

“Just try!” Jackie ran into his bathroom and changed into his superhero suit as quickly as he could. 

His hands shook as he put on his belt. He pictured JJ in the hands of that demon, his little brother at the mercy of Anti, and he nearly threw up. “We’re gonna find him. We’re gonna find him,” he mumbled to himself. He ran back out the room.

Marvin stood in the middle of Jackie’s room. He’d cleared away some of the clutter and held a book in one hand. His other hand was extended out, magic swirling around it, as Marvin muttered words in a language Jackie didn’t know. Marvin turned his palm up, and looked at Jackie. “I need something of JJ’s!”

Jackie nodded and scanned the room. He picked up a handkerchief that JJ had given him when, much to the gentleman’s horror, he learned that none of them owned one. “Will this do?”

Marvin nodded. “Put it right above my palm.” Jackie obeyed. The handkerchief hovered just above Marvin’s palm as wisps of blue and green magic swirled around it.  “Okay, I need a map or something!”

“Will a phone-”

“Yeah!”

Jackie held out his phone. Marvin closed the book he held and tucked it back into his bag. He pointed that hand at Jackie’s phone, and the magic flowed from the handkerchief to the phone. The last bit of soft green disappeared, and Marvin wobbled where he stood. “Oh fuck, I should have practiced that one more,” he said, wiping his forehead. “Did it work?”

“I think so! Can you make us a portal?”

Marvin nodded. The room filled with the soft blue and green glows, and then they came together in a circle. With a flash of light the portal opened and the two jumped through.

As soon as they were through Jackie stumbled back, his hands flying up to cover his mouth.

JJ was slumped against the wall of an alleyway, sitting across from the corpse of a man that Jackie recognized as one of the small-time villains of the city. JJ was covered in blood. It was all over his vest and shirt, staining the white a bright red and turning the blue dark. It was splattered on his face, his neck, everywhere. 

The alley floor was not better off. There was a pool of blood on the ground and tails of it everywhere. The other man, the body, lay in a huge puddle of it. Jackie couldn’t process what he was seeing. What had happened? How did it happen?

Marvin’s mouth hung open. “Holy shit…” he breathed. 

“Marvin,” Jackie croaked, “Get JJ.”

Marvin snapped out of it. “Right, right.” He went over to JJ, who had barely moved the whole time, only slight twitching as he breathed far too shallowly, and screamed. “Holy shit!” Marvin leaned JJ’s head forwards, exposing the bloody, matted mess that was the back of his head. Marvin put his hands over the wound and began muttering a healing spell with urgency. 

Jackie’s eyes wandered to the dead man. He slowly approached the body, which laid on it’s stomach on the pavement, it’s face turned to lay on the left side. He had a terrible feeling that it had been done on purpose, so that he would see who it was. He moved it a little bit, to see the front better and check for wounds. He reeled back almost immediately.

The man’s throat was slit.

Jackie could almost hear Anti’s laughter. The glitch was behind this. He had to be. ‘He must have tried to make this guy kill JJ for him! I bet he told him that JJ and I are related. Promised him revenge on me.’

But…why would this man be dead, and not JJ?

“Jackie, we need to get JJ to the hospital now,” Marvin said. “I did a healing spell but it won’t be enough for very long! I-I don’t even know how much blood he’s lost, but it’s too much!”

Jackie backed away from the body and turned to his brothers. He picked JJ up while Marvin opened a portal. Jackie looked down at his youngest brother’s face. Too pale, covered in blood, eyes twisted shut like he was having a nightmare…

Rage boiled in Jackie’s chest. Whatever Anti had done, he would regret.

(Okay this has a potential for a part three but we all know my procrastination habits so no promises.)

OH SHOOT BEE'S TAKING PROMPTS UMMM Okay yknow how I love JJ and Marvin, so maybe something with the two of them and 8. “I’m never letting you go” from the drabble prompts? I love all these AUs BUT I'm gonna ask for the Graceling AU cause I really like those books and also I'm interested to see what you do with it ^-^

Graceling AU: Based on the Graceling books by Kristin Cashore. Eleven-year-old Jameson lives with his half-brother Anti, a supernaturally beautiful person called a Monster who has spent his life hiding from or destroying anyone who would try to hurt him. While wandering the fields one day, Jameson discovers another Monster named Marvin being held captive in a nearby keep and befriends him.

Tws for implied rape and mentions of past child abuse. Please be aware that the Graceling AU is a little more mature than my usual fics (nothing remotely graphic, it's from the POV of a sheltered eleven-year-old, but lots of implied, messed up stuff having to do with Monsters). No pressure to anyone who is uncomfortable with any of that <3

This is super late because I originally had this whole huge story in mind but it was too big of an idea to handle. So I just wrote a snippet. Thank you Ninja!! Okay, have at it and thanks for reading.

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He chases crickets in the weeds and swaying grass by the apple trees, leaping after them and trying to snatch them up with his hands, scraping his knees and scratching his calves as he pounces. Most get away. One he does manage to catch, and this he scoops up in proud hands and turns as if to display the prize to the nearest adult – but no one else is there with him.

Jameson deflates, releasing the cricket back into the grass. The garden around him is quiet but for the bugs and the wind. Marvin has not come.

For days now, he has waited for the Monster in the castle across the field to come find him as he usually does, slipping away from his master's grasp to come play with Jameson. Jameson has become accustomed to running over to the keep after he finishes his lessons to visit the Monster, but for three days now, there has been no sign of Marvin.

He stares up at the castle, scraping absent-mindedly at his scratchy calves and ankles. Marvin has not come to see him. There must be a reason. He intends to find out.

Jameson shoots a glare back at Anti's keep on the other side of the fields, now just a toy in appearance. Anti wants to keep treating him like a baby? Well, he isn't. He is eleven now and he can handle himself.

And if he wants to sneak into another person's castle, he can handle that himself too. He's done it with Anti plenty of time before.

He's shoving open the big door to the servant's quarters a minute later, darting down the hall and only stopping to listen for footsteps. There's people in the kitchen, talking as they cook something that smells tasty – he pauses to grab a strawberry off the cutting board – but nobody's going to pay mind to a little kid racing along the hallway in the middle of the day. There's probably servant kids, pages, and everybody's miscellaneous children running around here all the time. As Anti always tells him, the most important thing is to act like you belong, and in most cases, everyone else will believe it. In theory, the only problem is that he can't ask anybody where Marvin stays, but luckily for Jameson, Marvin has waved to him from his window before coming down to meet him more than once, and he's confident he can find the way to his room. He gives a bow to an old man hobbling down the hall and bounces up the stairs, licking sticky strawberry juice off his chin.

The corridor is quiet, but that's how things are in his home too. JJ slides towards the second door – nope, empty. Third door? No. Fourth door – found it.

He would recognize Marvin's blue hair from anywhere. He's asleep in a huge white bed, bundled up to his nose, his eyes closed. Jameson beams and shuts the door behind him, padding towards him.

But up close, Marvin looks... bad.

Jamie whistles softly, deflating as he creeps up to the side of his bed and Marvin does not so much as stir. He clicks his tongue for attention, reaching gently out to tug on the blankets. Marvin shifts, face scrunching up in pain, and his eyes slide wearily open – or at least the right one does. The left is swollen closed.

“JJ,” gasps Marvin, sitting up and then groaning and shaking his head, pulling the blankets close around him again as he lies back down. “What are you doing here? JJ, go home, now! You can't be here.”

Jameson reaches out to touch Marvin's neck tenderly, his fingers tracing a line of bruises locked around his throat. Marvin flinches back and pushes his hand away.

“JJ, please go home.”

Jameson shakes his head, struggling to get onto the bed beside him. Marvin sighs in exasperation, but he helps pull him up, staring at him the whole time.

“How did you even get in here?”

“Worried,” signs Jameson. “Sad. You're hurt...”

Marvin never had a chance to learn sign, but he often gets the gist if Jameson is slow. The big frown on his face is probably a good hint too. Marvin sighs again and shakes his head at him, reaching out to stroke his hair from his eyes. Jameson throws his arms around him, squishing their faces together as he hugs him.

“JJ... oh, sweetheart.”

Marvin's voice breaks suddenly and his breath hitches. He pulls away from Jameson and covers his eyes, coughing and drawing shaky breaths.

“Who, who?” signs Jameson, tugging at his hands. “Hurt. Punch. Grab.”

“JJ, go home. When I feel a little better, I'll come see you again. I've been thinking about you everyday, wishing I could get up to visit you. But I'm going to be just fine. Go home to your brother, sugar.”

“Who?” insists JJ, hugging him again between words. “Who?”

The anger is boiling up in him now. He wipes at his own face, sniffling as he feels tears building. Someone hurt him. His friend. A Monster like Anti. Is this what Anti means, when he talks about how people hurt Monsters just because they're pretty? Marvin is, definitely. Even beat up and pale, he's so pretty. JJ hugs him again and hides in his shoulder. Marvin grips him back, air shuddering out of him as he tries not to cry.

JJ has never seen him cry. Not even when he talked about wanting to go home to his family or being stolen from his home. Marvin does not cry.

He'll kill whoever did this to him. He'll put a knife in them like Anti taught him to do. He draws back, crying, and pets Marvin's hair like Anti does for him when he feels bad.

“You're just a little boy still,” whispers Marvin, pushing at his hair in return. “Too little to have to worry about me. I'm okay, JJ, I promise. I'm going to be just fine.”

JJ wipes tears from his eyes and nods. He squirms forward to snuggle under the covers with Marvin, but his friend pushes him quickly back. “Sweetheart, I'm naked. And I think these sheets are... well, let's just stay above the covers. Here. I'll go get dressed. Close your eyes.”

Jameson scoots back against the headboard and covers his eyes. He hears a slow shifting of blankets and then, with a groan, Marvin's feet press against the cold stone floor.

Marvin sits there, half out of bed, for so long that Jameson almost peeks. But eventually, he hears him rise to stand. He must stop to breathe for a second. Then he limps across the room to his closet and disappears inside.

Jameson wraps his arms around himself, waiting for him to come back. He always knew Marvin was being kept here against his will – Anti has explained to him that sometimes Monsters are held like that and have to find ways to escape, which is why sometimes killing people is okay – but hurting him like this? Why? He doesn't deserve it. Any of it.

He doesn't get why people would be mean to Monsters. Even if someone just thinks they're pretty, wouldn't that mean you would be even nicer? And try to make them your boyfriend or girlfriend, maybe? For him, Anti's Monstrosity is the only thing he's ever known. And every story he hears about Monsters being attacked or kidnapped, every mark he sees on Marvin's body – they could just as easily be his Anti.

Worse, he knows what it's like to have someone leave bruises on you like that. It's mean and it's scary. Even if it's your daddy it's scary. Anti saved him and no one has left a bruise on him since, cause Anti knows about bruises too. He wonders if somebody ever beat Anti like this. Beat him up and left him in bed.

He squeezes his eyes shut and his fists together. That's why he has to protect him. Anti and Marvin too. He's not too little. He can fight. He won't let anything happen to them again.

“Don't cry, sugar, don't cry.”

Marvin has come back to wrap his arms around him, scooping him into his lap and sitting down on the bed with him, lying back as he rocks him. “I'm sorry, darling. Please don't worry about me.”

JJ sobs into his shirt, gripping his little fists in the cloth. He hugs Marvin and cries. Marvin rocks him against his chest, murmuring to him and stroking his hair.

“You can stay for a little while, okay, honey? I'm glad to see you again. I've really missed you. You know you're about the only comfort I have. But you have to go before the sun starts getting low. That's when he comes back.”

Jameson shakes his head vehemently. No. He's not going.

“JJ...”

“Hurt all over?”

“I'm okay, JJ. I am. I don't want you to worry.”

“Run away!”

“No. No. I won't let you get in trouble trying to get me out of here. I'll find my own way home. You know that. You're just a little boy, JJ.”

But Jameson's not having it. He heaves himself off the bed and grabs Marvin's arm, trying to tug him along with him. They'll go back home and he'll make Anti see that Marvin is nice and deserves to be helped.

“JJ, I can't – ow, hey, honey, please – ”

Jameson drops his arm quickly, flushing with guilt. Marvin winces and grips at his shoulder, smiling weakly at him.

“Hurt all over...”

“Just a little sore, JJ. I'm just a little sore.”

“Why? Why hurt?”

“You'll understand when you're older, my dear. For now, you should be glad to be a kid. Okay? It's good that you don't have to know. I can take care of myself.”

Marvin pulls him gingerly back onto the bed with him and lies back against the headboard. JJ stays sitting up, gazing at the bruises on his neck and face. He wants to take care of him. He reaches out helplessly, then lets his hand drop again. He can't... he can't do anything. Marvin's right. He's just a kid.

“Don't cry, JJ,” murmurs Marvin yet again. “Tell you what, how about you draw something for me. Yeah?”

He pulls parchment and a pen from the drawer beside his bed, pulling JJ back to his lap and setting the paper in front of him. “Like we do in the garden.”

“What draw?”

“Whatever you want.” Marvin pets his hair. “Something happy.”

JJ sniffles, gripping the paper in his hands. It takes a long time before he's ready to draw anything. But Marvin's hand is nice in his hair, and the room is warm and cozy, and he wants to do something for Marvin, no matter how little.

He draws people shakily onto the page, snuggled up with Marvin on the bed. Eventually he gets lost in it.

“You remind me so much of my younger brother,” mumbles Marvin sleepily, still playing with his hair. “You even look like him when he was your age. Course, he talked non-stop – still does, sometimes. But he's a sweet kid like you. I'm so glad you're here.”

JJ snuggles against his chest, drawing himself and Marvin in the garden. He's old enough now that there's detail in the trees and flowers. When he's done, he presents it to Marvin, who smiles at him.

He really is beautiful. JJ stares at him, latching his arms around his neck. He has soft blue hair, summer ocean color, and eyes even deeper blue – wildly blue, unnaturally blue. He is not as ivory-pale as Anti is, but other than the terrible bruises, his skin is clear and flawless. There's glittering jewelry in his ears. He seems to glow from an internal, otherworldly light.

How can anybody hurt him?

He hugs him again and Marvin rubs his back in slow circles, pressing their heads together.

“It's time for you to go,” he whispers.

JJ shakes his head no.

“You have to, JJ. Trust me. I wish you could stay too. But if he finds you here... I don't know what he would do.”

JJ just clings to him. Marvin sighs, pushing him slightly back to cup his face. His cheeks still have a little baby fat in them. It makes him smile.

“My friend,” says Marvin softly. “Go home to your brother.”

JJ reaches down to grab his drawing. He sets the pen to paper again and leaves Marvin a message against the empty sky of the drawing:

I am never letting you go. Come home with me.

Marvin smiles at him. “You are a very good young man. And I know you're not to be messed with.”

JJ nods severely. No, he isn't.

“But this isn't something I want you to get tangled up with. Even if you were a grown-up, I'm not sure I would want you involved. JJ, don't you understand that you do plenty for me just by being with me? Being kind to me and drawing me things and hugging me when I'm sad?”

JJ wipes at his runny nose, mouth trembling. He wants to do more, though.

“Go home to your brother,” repeats Marvin. “And tomorrow, if everything goes well, I'll see you in the garden. Okay?”

Jameson stares at the floor, eyes burning.

“I'll get in trouble if I try to run,” says Marvin. “Or if he finds you here. So go, alright? For me?”

Jameson shoves himself forward for one more hug. Marvin wraps him in his arms and holds him tight, kissing the top of his head.

“I love you, Marvin,” he signs against his chest.

“I love you too,” whispers Marvin. “My only joy. Go now, little sneak. Run back down the stairs and go home. And later, if I get scared, I'll remember that you came all this way to check on me, and that you were so sweet to me, and that I get to see you again tomorrow.”

Jameson nods, his face set miserably and his eyes downcast. He slips out of the bed and over to the door, pausing to glance back at Marvin.

In the light of the late afternoon, he glows gold, his hair lit up in an azure haze and his eyes glittering like stars. His soft mouth curls into a smile just for him.

JJ smiles back and races down the stairs.

It's just as simple to leave the keep as it was to enter. At the top of the hill, he looks back at the castle, and watches as a man rides home on a tall white horse.

Something in his heart clenches. His hands play with the small knife tucked into his boots.

Anti and Marvin always want to protect him and tell him there are things that he does not understand. But all he needs to know is this: someone is hurting Marvin, and he cannot let it go on.

He'll show them he's a man. He will find away to get Marvin out of there, and then he will never have to let him go again.

#<3

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)

MEME TIME!!!

okay it’s 2 am now and I’ve never this late since a loooong time. So imma put this here and go bed

Drowning

Jameson can hardly stand to breathe—no, he can hardly even stand, tumbling under wave after wave of input and information and noise. The constant noise. He cannot fathom how greedy this modern world is for its noise—as if they need to drown out the silence.

In silence, he is drowning.

Vehicles are honking, screeching, backfiring, roaring and rumbling. Streetlights flash. Advertisements in brazen colors and blinking signs on every window of every building. Strains of music tangle together from the doors of competing restaurants. The clashing smells of food, grease, petrol and cigarette smoke carrying further down the block could make one ill.

In the park nearby children are laughing and crying and shrieking and shoving each other, their feet thundering as they run through the hissing sprinklers. Their parents chatter and gossip on the creaking benches. Dogs are barking, yapping, shaking, panting, and growling, rattling the fence around their play area.

Jameson chokes up when he feels his telephone buzz in his pocket. There are so many telephones; they’re everywhere, all around him, ringing, beeping, blipping. Somewhere nearby there is the white flash of a camera. He stops up short, eyes blinded, and suddenly everyone is bumping him, jostling, touching. The stench of perfume and deodorant and sweat and body heat, closing in on him. The wind is picking up, whistling over it all, cold, unceasing, its pitch feverishly rising, rising, rising, rising—

When he first feels arms lock around him, he struggles. It’s the tactile equivalent of scratching in the walls, squeaking styrofoam, sandpaper tearing at his skin and he can’t breathe, he can’t escape, he can’t—

“Shhh…Shh.” Chase’s whisper is louder than the wind, louder than Jameson’s wild heartbeat. His shirt is soft and he smells like cocoa powder. “Hold onto me.”

Jameson buries his face against his shoulder and holds on tight.

The Bois are all here. :)

'Accident' with Marv and anyone else. I think itd be cool if he accidentally hypnotized one of the others.

Marvin was repairing one of his new artifacts at the kitchen table, a beautiful piece painted in a sweeping range of colors. Jameson came to a stop at the sight of it, his eyes drawn to its iridescence. “Oh, that is lovely,” he praised, to which Marvin nodded earnestly in agreement.

“I know, right? Watch this.” Picking up one of the larger shards, he moved it into the light. It was pleasant to look at, casting vivid reflections and changing colors as Marvin turned it back and forth. It looked almost alive. Jameson felt his mind wandering as he stared, but he didn’t really feel the need to chase the thoughts down. Down…down…down…

The rational part of him knew what was happening. If he really wanted to, he could shake himself out of it but…it had been a busy morning. It felt so nice to relax.

“What do you think? You like it?”

“Yes. I like it very much,” he murmured dazedly. He did like it. He liked whatever Marvin said he liked. 

“Yeah, I think the others will too once it’s finished.” Setting the shard back down, Marvin glanced over at him, his smile faltering when he noticed the vacant expression on the other Ego’s face. “…JJ? Jameson?”