Befuddled, Swapped Jackie And Anyone You Want

Would you mind to do “You’ll be mine soon enough” with Marvin and Anti?

Think – think of the others. Think of – of – 

“Th̷i̕s͞ ͢i͡s̛ ex͝actly̶ w̵h͢a̢t̴ ̨I lo̵ve ab͜ou͏ty̢ou,͘ m͜a̢g͢i͏c̕i̧a͞n,” Anti hissed as his hands tightened on the sides of Marvin’s head, hooked nails drawing pinpricks of blood from his scalp that were instantly swallowed by the static buzzing around his head. “Yo͘u̕r̛ res̵i̛l͞ien̢ce. Yo͝u͏r̶ d͠efia͜nc̵e͝.Every͟ ̶mom͠enţ ̧y̧o͢u s̢tr̛u̧gģl͜e̢ ͠i͘s ͞a mome͠͏n̴t̴͟͡ ̡̀t̀͢h́͞a͏͡t I g̵et̨ ̢͘to̕͞͠ ̴̨p͠unis̴̨h ͏y͢͡ou f̵̛ơ̕r!”

The low growl in Marvin’s throat rose to a short, wordless scream as the corruption drilled deeper, swirled thicker, its invasion stabbing at the back of his wide, bloodshot eyes and spilling messages into his mind.

N͝um̨̡b̧͝.͟ ̡͢W͘ȩaḱ͞͏e̢͡n̵̶͞e̴͡d. Sų͘b͠mit.̵͜ ͝ 

Śer̡va̛n̢t̨.̧ S̛͏͜ur̀r͢͞en̕d̶̸͜èr͏͠. P̧u͠͠p̶p͡et҉. 

Y͏o̴̢u͟'̨͝r͠͡e m̵͜i͝ne.

He couldn’t find the strength to look away as it stormed around his head in disorienting spirals, but more terrifying was the fact that the longer he stared into those emerging patterns, the less painful they became – the more he wanted to look at them.

“Liste̶n ca̵ŗęf̕ul͡ly̡ ̴no͠w̶…” Anti purred, his voice a thousand miles away, yet close and immediate, breath scalding against Marvin’s ears as he whispered into them. “T̵h̨i̴s̕ ̡i̷ş en͠t̴ir͠el̵yn̨at͡urál̀.”

Natural. Natural. This is entirely natural. 

If this was natural, why…why should he be resisting?

“T̨his̛ ̸i̸s whát y̧o͞u'̵ve ̢b͏ee͜n̶ ̴wa͘n̴t̨i̷ng.”

Wanting. Wanting. I’ve been wanting this.

All at once he was aware of every tingling, humming, burning sensation. It was pain, but…a good pain. Good pain? As he registered it, his senses became muddled in it, increasingly unsure of what was pain and what was pleasure.

“You̕'̷l͘l be̷ m̛i̵n̢e s̸óon̷ ̴en̨ough.Mỳ ̡p̕up̵p̸e̸t.”

Mine. His. Mine. His. Natural. Wanting. His. 

It was natural to be his puppet. He had always…wanted to be. Finally Marvin found that he had the ability to blink. He did so, just once, and as the static receded from his blurry vision to settle more deeply in his mind, Marvin could see his master grinning openly at him. 

In this foggy, staticky state, it felt good to realize that someone was pleased with him. Dazedly, he smiled back.

R.I.P Anti

Hit in the face

Southward

Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Eight

A JSE Fanfic

This chapter is pretty short (by my standards.) I sat down intending to get to the action, but I realized I couldn’t skip straight to it and there was all this other stuff that had to come first, so I decided to put all that into its own part and included some conversations between characters so it wasn’t just all exposition lol. Here, Chase and Henrik and a bunch of others all travel south, getting ready to rescue Marvin. Will they make it in time? Who knows? All I know is that shit’s going down soon. Enjoy this shorter part before that.

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Even though it was in the name, Chase hadn’t expected the flatlands to be so…flat.

It wasn’t as though he’d never been on flat ground before. The floors of houses were fixed, as were the grounds where farms raised their crops, and even in the mountains there were stretches of level land. But he’d never been in an area that was so consistently flat. It was a bit unusual. He felt out of his element. If he’d known it would be like this, he might not have agreed to join the group sent to rescue Marvin.

Of course, he was honored that Henrik asked him to come. He could tell that everyone else on this mission was much more experienced than he was. Henrik himself was coming, as were Lukas and Tripp, meaning about half the leadership of Wyvernlair was currently not there. A sign of how important this was. But still. Part of him couldn’t help but feel he might be a liability, being so far out of his element.

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Been awhile since I have written/posted something here, mostly cause I get scared to and being busy-- but! Here!

No Escape

Warnings: anxiety, possession of sorts, paranoia

Characters: Jameson, Anti

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A cold night, breeze that chills one to the bone and a mute enter this scene. What a fine scene this is. The silent one brings his arms to his sides to rub against himself, maybe that'll get him warm. He hopes so.

It's not too long of trip left to his small little home, it's just a horrid night out. Especially without a proper coat or ride home.

This would have been just a task to get through, that is until a voice interrupts the air.

Oh Jameson~! I need ta chat with ya', some business you and I have. A shame we haven't had the time ta do this sooner. Hurry up and get home now.

Jameson froze in his steps, eyes wide with fear for the return of the demon. He was supposed to be gone! Not messing with him again- Nonono!

No! JJ feels the cold air choking him, wrapping its icy fingers around his grey tinted throat. Stealing his already sparse breath. He reaches up at his neck, grabbing the hands to-- Grabbing his throat to remind himself his throat is not being choked.

I have to get home- There's no where else.

With that, he rushes to his home. Hoping what he heard was just an awful trick of the mind, and that he can just focus on getting warm.

The dapper man enters his home, closing the door behind him with a turn of the lock. It's quiet here.. No usual weird noises that come from being tormented. No noise from his tv, he remembered to not leave it on this time.

He almost forgets that he was told to hurry home.

Well well... You did hurry home. I'm glad you still cooperate nicely with me. Like a pair you and I.

Oh God no.

Jameson shakes in his spot. There it is. The sound of static, leeching energy from all the other sounds of life and killing it. The only sound now is static. The fucking static!

Go away! I have no business with you, demon! You're supposed to be gone.

Ahahah! You really think you could keep me away? I will never be away from you. No more.

He can't! No. . . The puppeteer heads into the living room, where the tv is there. On, because he forgot to turn it off and playing a static channel. Jameson turns the tv off, he could've sworn he remembered this time.

You will leave! You're not welcome here.

A low chuckle seeps into the dark corners of Jameson's mind. Then the black fills his vision, just before he collapses.

I meant it when I said I will never be away from you. I'm inside your head.

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.”

Erseptyl AU

This part one of a 3 part prologue for one of my aus. I won’t give away any details but this is my first time writing anything so its far from perfect ^^’

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It was early morning and the sun was already high in the sky, its soft rays of light peeking in through the closed curtains. The windows on the far end of the room were tall and let in just enough light to disturb the figure sleeping in the bed on the opposite side. Though the bed was elegantly decorated with drapes and curtains, they proved useless in providing shield against the blinding rays that managed to sneak their way past the windows’ protective shades. The figure, who was still asleep, was wrapped up tightly in the wool blankets. They stirred lightly in their sleep and buried their face into the pillows, green hair falling over their face, completely shielding it from sight.

Only moments later, the door to the room opened and in walked a man dressed very properly in a beige vest and bow tie. His white dress shirt was without a single wrinkle, and even his moustache was perfectly groomed and curled upward to a fine point. Every detail in his appearance was put together with such delicate attention. With him, he carried in his hand a small tray with a teapot and a single teacup upon a saucer. The fine dishware had beautiful designs that were hand painted and appeared to be very delicate and expensive. The servant, who primarily went by JJ, carefully, and quietly, placed the tray on the nightstand closest to the door, careful not to startle the still slumbering figure. Then, he gently placed a hand on the individual’s shoulder and gave it a soft shake.

Weiterlesen

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.)

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

Anti: So, you appear on the screen and screech at them, got it?

JJ: >:(

Now I’m curious to see our mute baby boy as an angry mute potato…