Quiet

"I won't help you." Jameson signed. The red strings hissed around Jay's wrists, slowly tightening every few minutes. Jay fought them as much as he could, constantly ignoring how much they burned when he tried to pull them off. Anti pulled Jay close to him. "I still need you." Anti growled, swinging his knife at Jay.

Jameson avoided this and kicked Anti instead. Anti didn't move, but became furious. He grabbed Jameson's arms and shoved him into a wall. "You're going to give me answers, and it doesn't matter how much time you're wasting from me. You need to know when to give up. You couldn't save any of them, not even yourself, so what makes you think that you can escape from this so easily?" Anti hovered above the ground and glitched wildly. Jay closed his eyes and rolled across the floor, then stood back up.

Jameson opened his eyes and waited. Anti charged at him, and Jameson turned to face him, throwing a few good punches before jumping in the air and moving around missing Anti's knife attacks. Anti smiled, the bruises on his face healing in seconds. "Hmm...So Jackie taught you something after all. Tired already too?" Anti taunted.

Jameson looked exhausted and he noticed blood spilling from beneath his clothes. He desperately tried to wipe it off, but he could only feel horror as more of it got onto his hands.

Tears formed in Jay's eyes. He began to feel dizzy, and fell to the floor. "I know you might not hear me. That's fine. Just know that you can't win." Anti turned to face Schneep. "Tell him what I just said. I want him to see it for himself." Anti grinned. Schneep signed Anti's message. This is only made Jay cry more, quietly to himself.

"I thought you escaped?" Jameson moved his hands, looking at Schneep. "I tried but it did not work. You will learn that freedom is not an option. You will be a puppet too." Schneep replied.

Anti's hands glowed green and he healed Jameson. "What do we do next, master?" Schneep questioned. "You let jackie escape....Do you think I would be giving your more important orders right now?" Anti's eyes glowed green and his expression became a scowl. "We take Jay with us. He will be useful with information....." Anti held his knife close to Jay's face, just to see him cry again.

I absolutely adore Jameson Jackson 🥰.

Roaring 20s!

- Jameson 'JJ' Jackson

Jealous- Anti to JJ

“I͞t́'̡s ͘to͏r̶t̸ure, ̶isn'͠t̷ ͡it̨?” he mused wryly, swiping a claw across Jameson’s neck before he could flinch back. “H͏avìn̸g su͠c҉h ̸à longiņǵ t͡ha͞t i͜t ̨bec̴o̶mes ͜a̕ d͏ìse͠ase͝…You ͞ẃant͡ a v̴oice, ͞ỳo̵u̵ want ̶the po҉w̧er it ̢ho̢lds –͜ ̛y͟ou w͡a̸n̸t ͢w̵ha̢t the ͝o̶ther͡s hąve gotten ҉so ea͘si͝ly. T̶hey̢ do҉n'̶t͢ ̵u̢ndersta͏nd͠ ͢y͏o̵u. T͡hey don͜’t ̨un͢d̛erst̀ańd̵ y͝o͜u҉r̀ ͘c͠r͝áv̕in̕g̴s. W͠e̢ļl̕,͠ Jacks͏o̸n̛…I d̶o.̧”

“You – Y-You could never understand,” Jameson stammered, wrapping his arms around himself defensively as the demon giggled.

“You͝'͢re͝ ̨je̵al͠ou҉s̀. Th̀e̕ ͝tr̸uth i̶s̀ p̷a͢i͜nf̢ul̀,͠ but jea̵l̨o̵us͡y̛ ͠iş ҉no͞t҉h̴in͢g̛ ͠bu͘t͜ hatre͡d that'͟s͞ l͢e͏ec̕he͏d̸ out̸ of̴ ̛ìnsȩcur͟ity! Yǫư.͘.͜.h͢ate.͞.̀.͢t͘h̛e͠m.”

“No! No, no, I could never – !”

“Yo͡u͡ ̕hate t̴h̛em ̛for ͟eve͢ry̡t͝h͜i͏n͏g ̕th̢e̴y͡ h͜a͝ve ̡t̵ha̸t you c͝a̶n’t. Yo͏u͢ hate̵ ͏th̶em ̶fo̡r̶ e͢very҉thin̨g̸ ͏t̵h̨ey̴ c̶an ̶do that ͢you̴ ça͏n'̴t. Y̷ou͘ ͞ḩa͞te ҉t͡h̸em f҉o̡r ͠e̵very ̢way the̛y ͏ignore what y͠o̴u ̛w̡ąn͟t͠, wh͏at y̧o͜u ̨need! I̷s̛n'͡t th̀at̀ ̨ri̷ght?!” he hissed, eyes flashing wild static and lights as he loomed over him, clamping a hand around his throat in a vice grip and pulling him off his feet with a strangled gasp. “Do͠e̴śn't͜ ͘it b̴u̡rn, k͠nowing͠ ̕ho̧w p͜owe͘rl҉e҉ss͢ ͟y̢o̧u ͏are?͏”

It burned. His throat burned, his lungs burned, his eyes burned as he tried to tear them away from those searingly bright flashing lights – and failed. There was so much hatred in them; the longer he stared, the more clearly he could see his own reflection flickering, lurking in its midst.

30 43 with jj and chase

Chase chuckled at the TV and re-adjusted his blanket again. He was having trouble sleeping, again. ‘Thank God for subtitles,’ he thought. No way he was risking one of the others waking up to lecture him.

“Chase?”

Chase turned around. “JJ? What’re you doing up bro?”

JJ rubbed his eyes. He was in the pajamas that Chase had gotten him for Christmas. The shirt had the design of a suit on it, “So you can be dapper while you sleep too!” Chase had joked. It warmed Chase’s heart. JJ sat down next to Chase.

“I’m afraid that I simply cannot sleep. Every time I drift off I…I have a nightmare. About the glitch. I would like to stay up with you, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course, no problem!” Chase lifted up the blanket. JJ smiled gratefully and got under the blanket. He moved as close as he could to Chase, and Chase realized that JJ was shivering. He wrapped an arm around his younger brother.

JJ rarely talked during movies or TV shows, and tonight was no exception. Chase watched quietly as well. He wanted JJ to get to sleep, and taking would prevent that.

Chase moves the blanket thwy were sharing to cover JJ’s legs a bit better. The dapper ego didn’t say thank you, however, because he was already halfway asleep. Soon, his head was resting on Chase’s shoulder as faint speech slides with Z’s all over them floated around the room.

Chase found his own eyelids getting heavy. JJ made it so much warmer…Chase leaned his head back to lay it on the back of the couch cusion. Cozy. That’s how he felt. Cozy.

‘Cozy is a nice word,’ he thought, beging to drift off to sleep. He felt JJ snuggle closer, and when he finally did fall asleep he did so with a small smile on his face.

(I wrote this at past 5 am is it any good? I can’t tell I’m going to sleep now my eyeballs are sore.)

"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.

A Gentleman’s Timepiece

Septics Inverted

A JSE Fanfic

Alright, I’m gonna be frank: this is the climax of this arc. There’s going to be more action after this story, tying up a lot of loose ends, but this is where things really wrap up. Where Anti and Jameson confront each other. It’s pretty long, probably because there are a lot of long paragraphs, but I feel that’s justified. Of course, because of the length, I had to cut some scenes with the other characters like Jackie and Schneep, but don’t worry, we’ll see those scenes next time :) Hope you guys like this, because after this, Inverted only has a couple parts left. Wow.

Various other AU-related stuff found here

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Jameson gasped, heart pounding in his chest. One minute Anti had been lunging towards him, grabbing him, and the next, he was…somewhere else. He looked around, expecting—well, actually, he didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this. This was…a dining room. The dining room of his old house, the one he’d lived in over ninety years ago. He was standing near the table, which was exactly the same as he remembered it. A white tablecloth covered the surface, with a brown ring on it from the time he’d absentmindedly set down his teacup without a saucer. He remembered that…the same way he remembered the tears in the wallpaper where the back of chairs had been pushed against the wall. It was all the same.

He cautiously patted his vest. Everything was there. His watch was in his pocket, and even the small knife he’d picked up at one of the weapons caches earlier was still on his person. Strange…he would’ve expected those to be taken. But that wasn’t important right now. He had to get a hold of the situation. So he quickly pulled out the knife, despite knowing that it wouldn’t really do that much damage, and set out to explore the area.

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Silent Secrets Sealed

Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Ten

A JSE Fanfic

After the action of the last chapter, this one is a bit more low-key. Or as low-key as it can get when the boys and the other Phantoms are running away from a possible search and hoping not to be discovered. Also, they seemed to have picked someone up. Who is this strange, mustached man that Chase dragged along for the ride? Perhaps he knows something about the King? Chase, Henrik, and Marvin are determined to find out. Hope you guys enjoy this mostly-dialogue-filled chapter :)

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Had winter always been this cold?

Or maybe it just felt that way because Marvin was—for the first time in years—without a talisman. Magic was warm, and he’d long developed the habit of holding onto his amulet when cold, feeling the heat inside it. He was pretty sure that had only ever warmed his hands, but it was more the feeling of it than anything else. Without a talisman, he couldn’t access that warmth. It was strange to be without that knowledge.

Of course, it could always just be a particularly cold day. The sky overhead was gloomy with clouds. And apparently, being on the water was always colder than being on land. So perhaps being on a boat sailing down a wide river wasn’t helping.

Marvin leaned over the side of the boat. Bending all the way over, he could just barely dip the tips of his fingers in the river. The water was slightly brown, and he knew that it would turn slightly green as they went deeper into the wetlands that made up the Southern Moors.

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Transitions are kinda bad 😅

Heyo! For the one worded prompt, how about: relax with JJ? 💚💚

Curled up in bed, with a magic glow to protect him, Chase hums softly as he plays with JJ’s hair, pushing it out of his face and stroking it gently. Jameson’ chest slowly rises and falls, his mustache faintly twitching every now and then.

At least Jameson no longer cries or coughs. His fever has finally gone down and he can have small amounts of soup. 

The song Chase sings is an old Irish lullaby, one he would sing to his children to help them sleep at night. He faintly remembers it being about an old faerie legend, where a selkie’s voice could break hearts of stone.

Jameson’s eyelids flutter open. He turns sideways, acknowledging Chase. Chase smiles and gently pecks his forehead.

“How ya feeling, kiddo?” Chase whispers. JJ shrugs as well as he can and smiles.

“Schneep says your fever broke, so you should be back on your feet in no time,” Chase continues. Jameson wiggles his moustache contentedly, and closes his eyes again.

Chase can feel his own eyelids grow heavy, but there something catches his eye. A screen reads, [Thanks for looking after me. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.}

JJ has only just started learning how to use magic to make screens, this must be draining him.

“You don’t owe me a thing,” Chase said. “Just relax, JJ.” The vlogger kisses JJ’s head.

{Good night, Chase.]

“Good night, JJ.”

For @kofi-king, who wished for JJ and Chase cuddling <3333

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