Silent Secrets Sealed

Woah... So many options but how about JJ and aahhh... I can't decide! Okay, JJ in God AU 😊

JJ x Gods AU // Request #16

JJ The God of Time - How else could I portray our boi than the time-bending god! He’s a relatively calm god that likes to watch people, but instead of walking among them like Wilford, he prefers to stay out of sight. He enjoys watching people grow and improve.

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'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?”

Egotober Day 20: Weapon

—please don’t edit or steal, like/reblog instead—

TW // Body horror, fungal growths, blood

Day 12 : Blind

“You will be perfect for my new story.”

Do You Like Sound?

‘Do you like Sound’ the mustached man asks one day

The sound of rain, pittering and pattering at the window all day

The sound of bells at Christmas time!

The sound of children singing nursery rhymes

‘Do you like sound’ you ask back

He nods and tells you its okay

He likes the sound of his brothers talking

A funny sound in a video game leaves him silently chortling

But there’s always a sound he doesn’t like

A glitch

A giggle in his ear

All the signs that h͎̉e̫͝ ̳́i̳͝s̆ͅ ̳͋n̞͗ȇ͙ạ̎r̮͠

Shadows rustling in the trees

A brothers screams heard in threes

Then there’s the static

such a deafening sound

It drills

It screams and buzzes around

It follows him to the hospital room

The heart monitor sound can be full of doom and gloom

But the man who can’t make a sound doesn’t weep

For when he wakes up….Will he ever want to fal͉l̳ ͍b͎ack asleep?

‘Do you like sound?’

The whispers say

‘Would you trade it for your lips to pray?’

‘to speak a word yet not hear a sound?’

‘How does a dê̮â̳l͖̈́ ̬͊l̯͒i̮͑k͊͜e̲̽ ̞̐t̡̿h̩̀a͈̒ṯ͌ ͒ͅs̭̚ȯ̧u̯̽ǹ̤d͕͝?̪̓’

He doesn’t know anymore. 

He can’t hear

But I guess he can let a scream out in feä̠́ṟ̓

As the grin the glitch wears stretches ear to ear

(A/N: Um…idk what this was….was just hit with random inspiration I guess? Something a bit more different then I’m usually used to yeah, enjoy JJ appreciation week I guess~)

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Herding Sheep: Chapter One

This is the beginning of our tale. Anti has brought home a new pet, who gets a gory introduction to Anti’s love for violence. However Jameson, the other puppet, expresses curiosity and wonder, this being the first time Anti has ever let anything or anyone near the house. Time for the doctor to be broken in, or die before he gets there. 

cw// hypnotism, abuse, animal death, kidnapping, panic attack, manipulation, Anti being creepy as ever. 

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Today is a good day.

Anti said so as he slipped into JJ’s body, dematerializing himself and replacing the puppet’s consciousness. 

Today is a good day. 

Anti said so as Jameson’s hands ripped the stranger out of his bed, knocked him out and threw him in a sack. Yes, today is a good day. 

So why is he shaking? Why is Jameson trembling as he stares at the limp body placed delicately onto a dirty cot. His face seems familiar, but with slight differences. Jameson touches his own plump lips, and his own scarred brow. The stranger shares the same features. 

It doesn’t matter. No one matters but Anti.

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18 JJ

Mind Control

“Jameson,” Chase implored,his voice strangled by pain, trembling as he backed farther into the corner andheld his hands up placatingly. “Please…Please, I know you don’t want to dothis! You’re not this, you’re not—You don’t belong to him!”

The other Ego’s mouthwas moving, but Jameson didn’t hear a word he said. Under any othercircumstances he would have easily read his lips, but his view distorted by therhythmic, pulsing light in his peripheral vision and his mind could barely processanything beyond his immediate thoughts. No, not his thoughts—they weren’t hisown. On a subconscious level he knew that, but they never stopped, raining downon top of him like a pile of falling leaves. The larger the pile grew, the morehe believed them.

“Th͘is̷ is ̵al̴l y͢ou̢ wa͝nt. You areno҉thin̶g̶ b͜ut ͢m͘y ͠p̴u͞p̶pe̡t; that’s al͢l you ȩve̶r ͜w̢ant̴ed͡ t̨o ̷b҉ȩ.”

He barely rememberedwhat had come before. There were stripes of bruising on his wrists and ankles,as if he had been restrained, but why would he ever need to be? His master sethim free.

“Yo͝ur ȩve͞r̷y ̶t̢hought ͜belongs ͢to m͡e̴. Everych̡oi̷çe͟ ͟you͜ ̡make b̷elong͜s to m͜e. E̢v̶e̵ŗy̡ ͢impu̕lse, e͜v̴ȩr̡y ͝e̢motion,is formed to ҉ple͝ase ͟me̡. Yoù ͝b̛òw ̨t͢o a̴l̴l͡ of my w͘h̢i̛ms.”

His master’s glory had beenblinding, so vivid and so beautiful that he couldn’t stand to look away. Thelonger he stared longingly after it, the closer it came. It felt like aneternity had passed, sapping his strength and will, but he had persisted. Hewas so tantalizingly close—

His kind master hadmercy on him. With one word, the Glitch had let it envelop him, drowning Jamesonin a hurricane of static. It was hot, almost painful—like scalding bathwaterpoured over him in one long rush, but it had left everything in him tinglingwith relaxed, steamy, stimulating bliss. He hadbowed to him, inclining his head, and the clawed hand that slid through hishair felt like it belonged there.

He could still feelthat hand there now, unseen, petting him approvingly as he adjusted his grip onthe gun in his hands.

“Véry, ver͢y̧ ̵goo͞d͠, little p͟u͜p̷pe̷t…This̨ ͜ise̕x͡a̡ct̕ly̢ ̢wha̷t ͝I al͝waỳs w̡an͡t͘ęd ͜fo̢r̢ y̡o͟u! E͞ve̢r̛yt̀hi͜n̵g̶ youdo f̀or̛ me̷ ̢mak̴e͞s̵ ͜you f͢eel ͢g̨o̡od, d̷oes͝n'̕t ̡it̡?”

“It does…yes…”he slurred in return, unable to suppress a contented smile as he tilted hishead back against his master’s fingers. “EverythingI do, I do for you…”

“What?” Chase whisperedhoarsely, surging forward half a step and then flinching back just as quicklyas the younger Ego centered the gun at his chest. “No—no, whatever he’s tellingyou, it’s not true! Jameson! Can’t you—Don’t you recognize me?!”

“W̢el͜l, ͡t҉hen! Al̷l you ne̕ed͞ t͝ǫ ̷do ͝fo͞r meno̴w̢ is p̛u͢l͞l͜ t̀ha͏t ̢tr̴i͢gger…Pu͡ll t̴hat ͜t̢r̵iggęr an͜d I’ll b́ev̷e͠ry ̛plea̛se̕d wi̷t̨h͝ ͜y̷ou. You̢'͝ll͞ b̴e a̸ll̢ m̧i͠ne…m͡y̵ J͠ęm̵.”

18 and 22 all dah angst between my sons! Jackie and JJ

(”It’s not your job to protect me,” and “You don’t understand how dangerous this is,” yeah? Poor JJ and Jackie, getting a good bit of angst today.)

Sometimes, Jameson hated how helpless he felt. Other times, he hated how the other treated him like he was helpless. So he asked Jackie to teach him some fighting, both defense and offense. And now, he and Jackie’s small errand run together had turned into running from a crazed villain who was using a flamethrower to terrorize the farmer’s market. 

Jackie texted Marvin, who sent his gear over through a magic portal. JJ and Jackie were hiding in a nearby bathroom while Jackie got his gear on. When he came out, he put a hand on Jameson’s shoulder. “Stay here until I come to get you, okay?”

“Certainly not!” Jameson exclaimed, raising his fists. “I may not have the assistance of magic items, but I can still be of assistance! I know you are a hero and used to protecting those around you, but I am quite capable of protecting myself thanks to your training! This time, good sir, it’s not your job to protect me! We can better protect all those people out there together!”

Jackie shook his head. “No, no way. Didn’t you see him? He’s a maniac! He’ll hurt you!”

“He’ll hurt you as well! He can’t can’t aim that terrible device at the both of us at once! There is strength in numbers!”

“You don’t understand how dangerous this is! I am not letting you go near that guy!”

“I’m in danger either way, should he happen to come over here!” Jameson yelled, the words on his speech slide twice the size they normally were, the slide shaking. There was something besides just wanting to do the right thing fueling his determination to fight, Jackie could tell.“Let me prove I’m not helpless!”

Jackie’s heart broke a little. When JJ had come to him asking to learn some fighting moves, Jackie assumed he’d just wanted to be ready in case of an Anti attack. “JJ, we don’t think you’re helpless. But this is just too dangerous” he said softly. “Please, just stay here.”

JJ shook his head. “You say you don’t think it, but your actions say otherwise. You barely agreed to train me, I had to beg you! You thought I couldn’t handle it!” There were tears in his eyes now, angry ones. “But I can! Let me help you!”

Jackie put his a hand in his utility belt. “I’m sorry JJ. We shouldn’t have made you feel this way. But this isn’t how to solve the problem.” He rubbed the small stone in the pocket and hoped that the enchantment would work. Sure enough, a small portal opened up. It showed the living room. “I’m not going to let you get hurt because you want to prove yourself.” He gave JJ a little push, and the young ego fell through the portal. It closed, leaving Jackie to face both the villain and his guilt all alone.

Phantoms

Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Two

A JSE Fanfic

Oh wow, second chapter already? :O Yeah I was really excited to keep writing this. Fantasy is my element; I’ve returned home. After wandering out into the woods for so long, Chase wakes up in an unfamiliar location. Where is he? Who are these strange masked people who have found him? And what happened back in his village? Answers will follow, as we meet new people…including a couple boys that us readers will know :D

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Chase woke up slowly, over the course of what had to be a few minutes. First, he was aware of weight, something pressing down on him. It was warm. And that felt really, really good. Because there was a coldness in his core that he couldn’t quite shake, sending chills across his skin. After the weight, sound came trickling in. There wasn’t much of it. Just some strange scratching sounds, and occasionally footsteps, which echoed. It was only after registering the echo that thoughts started to form. Where…where was he? How’d he get here? Last he remembered, he was…in the forest? It was dark. Was it nighttime? Chase found it hard to recall.

He finally opened his eyes. It was difficult; they felt weighed down. But he did it. And once his eyes were open, he saw…stone. Rough, natural stone, not stone bricks. The light was strong, but flickering. And completely unfamiliar.

Turning his head to the side was an effort, but he managed. He was on a bed, he recognized that much. With a few layers of blankets, including one made of fur on top. Again, completely unfamiliar. As was the rough stone room he found himself in. Some sort of cave…? But then why was there a bed in a cave? No, scratch that. There was a whole row of beds, he could see them extending to the side, along with a couple rickety wooden chairs. And, currently sitting down in one of those chairs, was a woman with a bird face.

“Wh…?” Chase tried to sit up, but the blankets were too heavy, and his body felt weak, so he gave up easily.

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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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