(Oh Hey Look The Ask Box Is Working Again) Could I Request Anti Taunting One Of The Others With An “if

Pull, JJ and Anti.

The white noise swirling through his mind punctured his free thoughts, riddling them with…dizziness, confusion. The only thing he could feel clearly was the tingly sensation of magnets, luring him forward into waiting arms that he couldn’t quite distinguish.

Hehe >:3 it is I

To whomever is going through and reblogging all my old JSE egos fanfic: I'm very glad you enjoy them and thank you for sharing them with others but also how the FUCK did you even find them I haven't written any JSE stuff in ages

Can you do a part 2 to the Henrik and Jameson neglect story? Maybe with him finding the guy who threatened him or telling one of his brothers whats going on?

(You know what? I don’t write the Septics od watch Jack anymore but fuck it, I’m feelin’ funky tonight and may as well give the boys another try. Plus, I just re-read it and the story made me sad, so let’s fix that.)

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three weeks.

It’s been... three weeks.

Not a word spoken to JJ, not a glance thrown his way.

Schneep had received more photos. Pictures taken through windows. Whoever this stalker is, they must be taking tips from Anti. It seems like they’re always watching.

“What did I do?” JJ signs, day after day.

Schneep doesn’t reply.

“What did I do?” JJ says with his slides.

Schneep pretends he doesn’t see it.

Marvin has taken over any and all of JJ’s medical care. Schneep didn’t ask him to. After that first incident... Marvin took it into his own hands.

... Schneep’s never felt so low in his life.

And the pictures are gleeful. Shots of him crying in his room (he’s since left the curtains shut at all times), shots of him ignoring a bleeding and sometimes sobbing JJ, shots of him just... just...

...

Jackie knocks on his door.

“Henrik?”

Schneep quickly wipes his eyes. If Jackie is using his first name, that means a very serious talk is about to take place. He needs to pretend as best he can.

“Yes?”

Jackie enters the room.

“Henrik, what the hell is going on with you and JJ?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. You’ve been ignoring him for weeks. You’re acting like he doesn’t fuckin’ exist.”

Schneep shrugs.

“Don’t srug it off, what’s wrong with you?! He’s a wreck! He thinks he did something wrong, and he’s blaming himself!”

Schneep feels tears spring into his eyes. “I have nothing to say.”

Jackie is incredulous. “Nothing to say? Fucking nothing to say?! What’s going on with you?!”

“I need to get back to work.”

“No, you need to-”

“I! Need! To! Work!”

Jackie stares.

“... Is it Anti?” he asks quietly.

Schneep scoffs. “I am not doing the glitching, am I?”

Jackie doesn’t look convinced. “Something’s not right with you.”

“Yes, it is you interrupting me. Shoo! Shoo!”

Schneep stands up, pushing, pushing!, Jackie out of the room.

He slams the door shut.

Jackie takes a moment to process what just happened.

... Because what the fuck just happened?

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JJ cradles his photo album as he sits on his bed.

What happened? He and Schneep were close. Why did it all just... vanish?

He wipes his eyes, and shakes his head. He needs fresh air. Maybe that will help. Right? Maybe a nice breath of fresh air will give him some clarity, some clue as to what he did wrong...

He goes over to his window, opens it wide as possible, and leans out.

The bushes below rustle frantically.

“Jumping junipers!”

JJ startles away from the window, and then looks out again.

The bushes are still.

... Perhaps it was some kind of wild animal?

He leans out further, trying to get a better look-

...

Is that...

His eyes widen.

He rushes out of his room, bumping into an angry and perplexed Jackie. 

“I think there was someone watching me from the bushes!”

“Was it Anti?” Jackie immediately jumps to.

“I don’t think so! But I think their clothes ripped, I swear I’ve seen a piece of fabric in the bushes just after receiving a terrible fright!”

“Show me!”

JJ leads Jackie outside, and points out the bush.

Jackie crawls under, and...

Yes, there it is. A bit of bright-red fabric. Sock material, it looks like.

He scowls. “JJ, you’re sleeping in Marvin’s room tonight.”

JJ nods, and quickly head back into the house, no longer feeling safe.

Jackie gets out from under the bush.

He hates when he has to do lookouts over their house. It’s been months, no sign of Anti, and he’d started to hope those days of fear and vigilance could truly be put behind him.

Apparently not.

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Jackie crouches at the top of a tree, eyes on the house. 

He’s been like this for hours. He’ll be like this for hours more. It’s well into the night, and though his eyes ache, he’s trained himself to be able to keep watch for a full twenty-four hours if need be.

Every little shape, every shadow, ever sound, it’s all potential danger to his family. It keeps the blood pumping, keeps his heart racing. 

And then he sees it.

It’s dark out, so it’s little more than a shadow. But it’s not an animal, he can tell that much. Animals don’t wear baseball caps.

He quietly slips through the trees, getting closer.

The shadow moves quickly. Practiced. Jackie’s blood runs cold, and his temper flares.

How long has this person been stalking them? And why?

He keeps following, ready to drop-

... They’re... going right past JJ’s room, now.

He thought they’d take more pictures than that. That was, what, two? They’d set up a dummy JJ in there, it looks like JJ is asleep in his bed, so why...

...

They’ve got an envelope...

...

Schneep’s room?

He watches them take out some kind of flat... something, and slowly, carefully, wedge Schneep’s window open just enough that they can slip the envelope through.

Jackie’s heart drops.

He climbs out of the tree, and grabs the person by the back of their shirt, yanking them away from the window as harshly as he can.

They yelp.

Schneep’s light comes on.

“Who the fuck are you?!” Jackie barks.

Schneep opens his window, and his eyes go wide.

“Answer me!” Jackie demands.

Marvin’s light goes on as well, and JJ’s head pops out of the window. His hands fly up to his mouth, and he rushes to Schneep’s room. Marvin and Chase follwo right behind.

“Let go of me!” the person says. “I’m fucking armed!”

“With what? This?” Marvin holds up a gun. 

The person’s face falls with fear.

“Thought so.”

“Chase, what’s in the envelope?” Jackie says, not taking his eyes off of the stalker.

Chase rips it open, and his eyes widen in horror. JJ takes a step back. Schneep is near tears.

Photos. Photos of Schneep sobbing, of JJ sobbing, JJ begging Schneep to speak to him...

“Is this why?” JJ signs, hands trembling.

Jackie is livid. “Why?” he growls.

The person looks at him, and realizes there’s no way out of this.

“Your hack of a brother killed mine,” the person says, spitting as they speak. “My brother trusted this idiot to save his life, and he died! So-”

“So if you couldn’t talk to your brother, Schneep couldn’t talk to his?” Chase  interrupts, digging through Schneep’s desk. He waves a little piece of paper, angry words scribbled in it’s lines. “Good evidence collecting, bro.”

“What kind of sick, twisted logic is that?” Marvin says, snarling. 

“It’s justice!” the person snaps.

“No, it isn’t,” Jackie says coldly. “But you’re sure as fuck going to find that out soon.”

“What does that-”

“Marv, knock him out.”

Blue and green magic shoots into the person’s skull, and they’re out like a light.

“You-” Jackie says, pointing at Schneep, “-should have fuckin’ told us what was going on.”

“I could not risk,” Schneep says, wiping his eyes. “Not JJ. He is out so often, and I could not warn him what to watch out for without knowing who this was...”

JJ cuts Schneep off by wrapping him in a hug.

“You thought you were protecting me, and I can hold no ill will against you for that. I’m just glad to know it wasn’t animosity, or something I-”

“You are my brother,” Schneep says, hugging JJ back tightly, “I would never wish to hurt you or let you be hurt! I am sorry, for all of these last weeks.”

“I accept.”

 The hug lasts a long time. 

They’re both just glad to have each other back.

R.I.P Anti

Hit in the face

i spy with my little eye... aurora borealis

i've had this idea for so long, but here's a thing for @beerecordings's my brothers corrupted! i've wanted to make covers for each of the chapters for so long and i've had the most specific images of them in my mind, so the chapter two one will probably be coming soon :DD here's our boy dap admiring the night sky in norway

Am i the Only one that Imagines Actor Mark hanging around with JJ? XD and he manipulates jj into Uh idk into trusting him

Ohh how very interesting! I fear JJ would be either too easily gullible, or too spitfire to allow it to happen! Actor has his ways and charms though, slipping like a snake through the lives of his characters. I’d imagine JJ becoming an interest to him due to JJ having a fling with Host right after being free from Anti, and Actor’s interest in him only peaks when he smells demon blood running through him, hears the river of time rushing in his ears at the sheer power of this unassuming boy. 

“Won’t you understand you’d be a perfect match to me,” he’d say, “With my storytelling and your time travel, we could make the world into anything we want!” And the only question now is whether Jameson would give in to the need for power after being traumatized for so long. Would he let this slippery snake into his world, perhaps just to feel useful or perhaps because the dripping gore from his mouth reminds Jameson of his Anti... 

"You don't want me to look at you-well why don't you look at me?" With Anti and JJ?

He wouldn’t break, Jameson promised himself fiercely. He wouldn’t bow to the twisted whims of that monster. He was nothing more than a sadistic madcap. JJ had a family – brothers and a father to protect. Even if he couldn’t fight on the offensive, even if resistance was all he could offer, he would give it everything he had. He had to be strong for them.

“Don’t even look at me, monster! Let me go this instant!” he hollered, scratching at Anti’s fisted hands in a futile attempt to tear them off of him. He didn’t even draw blood; all that surfaced were particles of static, breaking off and then magnetizing back to his skin. 

“Ooh͝, ̛I͘ l͜i̶k͝e͝ ͢t͠h͟a̡t̨fr͢ésh de̕fi͜a͞nce, J̵a̷ck͜s҉o͜n!” the demon hissed, steering him into the nearby wall with a thud that briefly ended Jameson’s struggle as it knocked the wind out of him. “If ̴y͏o̴u don̡'̛t҉ ͏w͢an̷t̕ m͘e ͜to loo͘k̷ a̢t́ y͜o̴u̢,̢ w̸h́ý don͏’t yo̵u l̴òok át me͘?” Jameson’s breath hitched as he gasped for it and Antisepticeye chuckled mockingly. “Will th́e p̢ưpp͘e̶t̨ da͜r̷e to m͡eet̛ ͜h҉is m̢as̢ţer’s e͟y͢es,jusţ ͏to prov҉e that̵ h̶e ̶ca҉n?Do ̨y̧o͜u ̴reall̵y͜ ͡t͞hink҉ ̀y͘ou'̡re̢ s̷t҉rong ȩn̛o̴ugh?”

“I – !” I am, Jameson intended to say. With my family behind me, I am. As soon as he lifted his head, however, his speech slide faltered. Antisepticeye’s eyes were nothing but black, soulless pits, penetrating him with the same intensity as the static buzzing around them. They were blacker than black, deeper than that. As if by instinct, Jameson stared more deeply into them. The longer he did, the more he couldn’t help but think – he’d never seen such dark eyes with so much light in them. In a cruel way, they were almost beautiful. He couldn’t look away, not if he wanted to prove himself. He couldn’t look away…He didn’t want to.

Jameson Jackson

(art by @blackberry-s0da)

Appearance

light golden brown hair

his classic mustache + goatee

hazel brown eyes

round and youthful face

5’6’’

dapper!!! round hat! bowtie! suspenders under a sweater vest!!

dresses in shades of brown/bronze and gold

thin and wiry

pocket watch

vintage golden eyeglasses

Character

27 years old

kind and polite

but he could kick your ass if you ask for it

was not always mute

daydreams a lot

naive

modest (bc of the era he grew up in)

needs his glasses to see shit

excellent dancer (swing baby, swing!)

plucks the violin

really good with his hands! tinkering, sewing, knitting, drawing…

biromantic asexual (closeted obviously, its the 20s and he doesnt even know what those words mean anyway)

b a b y

seriously, he’s adorable

“fellas” “berries” “swell” “mooks” “what a load of moonrocks” “golly” “dame” “cuss”

hopeless romantic

loves reading fiction, especially romance novels

very touchy-feely! loves casual touches and affection

bad with modern tech

if you give him a smartphone he’ll prolly end up using it like your grandpa

typing super slow, too hard and with just one finger

he deserved better.

Backstory

did NOT start off mute

youngest of three brothers

born in a british family, with latent magical potential that was forgotten generations ago

from the 20s

used to manage his own little shop where he created and sold all kinds of objects

a clockmaker, a tinkersmith, a woodworker…

was supposed to have an arranged marriage to some rich girl

he wasn’t happy about it at all and wanted out

but also was afraid of the repercussions from his family

so one day he was just in his shop and stressing out about it

when he heard a voice coming from his phonograph, over the music

the voice started talking to him and he freaked out

but the voice reassured him, told him they were a friend

it told jj about his family, the magical potential that runs in it

he offered JJ a way out of his situation

entity: ill help you get out of this… predicament of yours, no strings attached. jj: I don’t buy that you wouldn’t want anything in return. entity: of course i want something. i want a puppet! jj: a… puppet? entity: indeed! you’re a talented artisan, aren’t you? a custom-made puppet would do nicely. see, i’m a bit of a… collector, one might say.

JJ doesn’t take the deal at first

but after a few weeks of coercing and sweet-talking

(and of JJ trying to get rid of the voice to no avail)

he eventually gives in

over a few months the voice guides jj

helps him to learn about his family history and magic

turns out spacetime magic is his family’s forte!

so with guidance he learns how to time-travel and “teleport”

then he arrives in the 21th century

but the entity tricked him and the cult captures him there

(oh no the puppet was JJ all along who could’ve seen THAT coming-)

see, the way spacetime magic works, you can only travel to the future, not the past

so he can’t ever come back to his time

the demon kept this information from him of course

the cult takes him to their base or whatever and keep him prisoner for a little while

he keeps screaming for help and pleading to be let out

so they eventually get tired

and one of the cultists slashes his throat open then heals him

he survives but his vocal cords were cut that day

this gives him a fear of knives and sharp stuff (aichmophobia)

after that he’s forced to take part in a ritual where the entity possesses his body

he makes a good enough physical vessel until the entity obtains the one it truly wants…

'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?”