🔨 With Jameson?

So cute ^^

“Movie” dark x jj

The whirring of film being read echoes in Jameson’s ears in the little camera booth. He watches through the hole projection room’s wall as the theatre fills up. He smiles, threading film around the camera’s wheel, a sense of pride filling him as he does his job well. He sits at the wooden table in the room, the chair cruel and wooden on his aching shoulders and back. Flip the switches and thread the film. Simple enough, yet well-paying for a war-time job. Distracted by the rolling of the camera and the safety of the projection booth, the high pitched whining in the air goes unnoticed.

An hour later, the movie ends, The Last Rose of Summer echoing in his head. Jameson hitches up his belt, sighing and straightening out his clothes. They are a bit tattered, a bit tight-fitting, but it helps the time traveler blend in in this post-depression era. Ready to close for the night, his boss hurries him out of the room, leading him scurrying from the door of Trimmer’s Theatre without even signing goodbye. 

He pulls his jacket around himself, shivering. Now out in the open, a high little whine fills the air, though the song plays on in his head.

When true hearts lie withered,    And fond ones are flown, Oh! who would inhabit    This bleak world alone?

“Alone?”

Jameson whips around as a hand touches his shoulder. No one... is there anyone? He swears someone’s eyes watch him from the darkness. He pulls his coat tighter, huffing out anxious breaths, turning to walk to his apartment swiftly, steps unsure and fainting. He cannot wait to get to the apartment’s solitude and travel back to the future with his warm little house and caring little family- 

Something shoves him hard. He crumbles to the ground, waiting for the feeling of smacking into it- But the feeling doesn’t come. Rather, a thick blackness, like ink but smelling of flesh and earth, surrounds him entirely. He is laying on an unseen floor. Whispering voices circle him. His eyes dance around wildly, curling up in his jacket, panting so hard he feels his lungs will fail. 

“Alone, Jameson?” A voice echoes all around him, and he jumps up to his feet, scrabbling for a knife at his side, eyes darting around looking for the obvious threat. 

Something steps from the darkness. A corpse that might’ve once been a man, or a woman, with glowing, piercing blue eyes and bedraggled rotting hair. Jameson takes a shaky breath, stepping backward. 

“Looking for this, little time traveler?” The figure holds up his knife, now dripping with black shadows and half-consumed by the monster’s hand. Jameson bends slightly at the waist, ready to fight. But the monster throws the blade forward, the deafening clatter echoing through the ink. “No matter. Here, take it. You cannot kill me in any way that matters. I have... a proposition for y- 

An hour later, the movie ends, The Last Rose of Summer echoing in his head. Jameson hitches up his belt. Oh god. He stands suddenly, his chair crashing to the floor. Someone, or something, has found him. They know he is a time traveler, his name, his weapons, his whole being. 

He shakily brushes curls from his face, tucking them into his hat. 

Psst.

Jameson whips around, eyes wide. The light buzzes in his ears. 

Suddenly, he is in the theatre. He is sitting in one of the chairs, flipped down and accommodating, a bag of popcorn sitting on the armrest. 

“As I was saying, little traveler,” sounds a voice from the darkness. Jameson whips around, gripping the armrest, his gaze sharp and ready to kill. Rather than the corpse, there is an absolutely gorgeous man sitting next to him. Jameson blinks in surprise, shocked by the soft brown eyes and grey-tinted but clear and bright skin, the swirl of raven black hair covering one of their eyes, and the prim proper suit. 

The being turns to face him, the room dark except for the glowing, empty screen. 

“You are fascinating, I hope you know. Thinking you could escape timelessness, bah.” The being chuckles darkly, smiling a bit too widely with perfect teeth. Jameson scowls, having no time for this shit. 

“What do you want,” he signs. 

“I don’t speak BSL-”

Before the being can finish, Jameson pulls out a notepad and a ballpoint pen, his lips set stonily and eyes radiating frustration. 

What do you want? he writes, shoving the pad in the entity’s face. The being peers at him around it with eyes that are far to friendly. 

“Oh, not much, don’t fret. I simply came for a chat. You fascinate me, as I have said. It is rare a human does, consider yourself lucky.”

What makes me fascinating?

“No matter, all in good time. For now, little traveler, you may call me Dark.”

Jameson stifles a cheeky grin. 

He holds up the pad with a drawing of a middle finger raising hand on it. The being blinks, then raises an eyebrow. 

“I suppose the politeness of the British was a lie, of course,” it comments. Jameson turns away, setting the pad on his leg. 

I could just time travel away.

“Then why haven’t you?”

“Scared, scared, scared,” offers Dark’s echo. Jameson closes his eyes. It is true, he’s scared. This is the first supernatural entity he has spoken to without Anti there to defend him. His confidence is a façade and he can tell Dark knows it.

“You have immense power. Even greater than mine. Forgive me for flattering, but you may just be the most powerful magician I have ever come across.” Jameson startles as the entity reaches into the pocket of his suit and pulls out his watch. The dark hand fiddles with it, feeling the radiating magic that smells of dust and blood. “I would love it if you would... assist me. There is someone I want to make pay. Name your price.” Beautiful brown-gold eyes glint up at JJ as the being lets the watch fall back against his chest. His mustache twitches. He glares, raising an eyebrow. 

He picks up the notepad. 

Sets it down.

Picks it up. 

Protection. I have a demon, my monster. Keep him away.

“I know of your demon. Our creators introduced us long before we played these silly games.” Dark picks at his suit. “Very well then, consider it done. You have never been safer than in the hands of my soldiers and myself. Jameson Jackson will be the name your Anti dies fearing.”

Jameson smiles, a twinge of blackness slipping into his eyes as whispers surround him, light playing over his face from the movie screen. Make him pay, echoes through his brain. Make him pay for all he did to you. 

Dark smiles. Yes. Make him pay. Make them all pay for what he did. In an instant they are gone, leaving Jameson alone, a rose falling from the air in place of the being. Passions combined often make fearsome alliances. 

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.

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befuddled, swapped jackie and anyone you want

His hands were gentle against James’ temples, holding his head up and steady so they could keep their eyes locked. Janson’s chest tightened at the fatigue and sadness staring back at him, now hazing over with a thin layer of static. 

“Kee͘p your ̴e̛yes ̴on m͝e,” he instructed softly. “W͠a͠t͢c̢h the ͠s͜tatic̢ sh͠ift…It’s ͜s͜o͝ot̀h͜in͠g to ̴watch, ̕isn’t it? Let yo͏urs̵elf ̷sl̶ip d͡eep̡er a̢nd d͏èe͜pe͞r̴ i̧nto cal͝m and peace. Si͜ņk̵ ̴d̨ow̨n. Let y͜our̡ ̵stressful thoųgh̸ts haz͠e ͢ove̛r͡…You don’t need them right now.” He waited a beat, watching the younger Ego’s eyes fall half-closed, and then questioned, “W̴h̨at w̢as ̧u̧p̕s̛e̛ţtin͢g̡ you, James?”

He blinked sluggishly, lips barely moving as he mumbled. “Dunno…Can’t ’member right now…S’all fuzzy.”

Relief tingled down Janson’s spine at the words. “Good. Go̵ǫd̨. Those thoughts wi͡l͠l s͢ţa̷y̛ ͡fa̴r, fa͏r͝ àwa͝y̕ ̀u͘n̛til you’ve had a nice, ŗefr̢e͠sḩi̧n͠ǵ ̴nap. Let'̢s̵ ̴foc͡u̶s o͏n ̧tha̛t.”

Marvin and Anti fusion really is a showman at heart with great audience participation.

Uh Yee this is actually the first time I say something on here and don't just reblog well uhm uhhh Hi! ^^

mutuals do this

hey, lets get some food going, we got a new family member to welcome!

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

not quite sure how i feel about it yet, but i tried a new art style! (click for better quality)