Chapter Four Masterlist

I absolutely adore Jameson Jackson 🥰.

When Schneep Met JJ (My AU)

Alright, take two. First one got deleted by an error about a fourth of the way in. I felt part of my soul leave when that happened. 

Anyway, this is a few days after Schneep got home from the “vacation”. Schneep meets JJ for the first time and notices something unusual about him right away.

 Story is…I believe the term is under the cut?

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In all of your AU's there a different Versions of JJ/Jameson Jackson do you have any Favorite version and if yes why that version

SAH because he's dea—

Uhhh... I'm not sure! If I'm being honest, I have a hard time writing a JJ because 1) we don't actually know anything about his personality. All we know is he's an actor and a puppet and 2) JJ is,,, my least favorite,,, for that reason, actually. We know more about Marvin's hobbies and interests than we do JJ, and JJ has two whole videos.

BUT I love JJ outside canon! Everyone else always writes really good JJ's, except my issue is I base my egos personalities pretty firmly around canon (as much as I can usually) so... I have nothing for him really since all he does is act,,, but I try my best!

I think my favorite probably has to be... Honestly, I do enjoy the SAH version of JJ. He has a hefty story behind him and why he does what he does in the comic, though I don't have the motivation to draw it all so I'm stuck leaving y'all a vague answer,,, basically, he has an interesting way he uses magic and perceives things and I find him very cool for that :)

Also... maybe the "How did we get here?" JJ because he was a detective boi :D though that story hasn't been touched in a long time

Happy Birthday Jameson Jackson

©Jacksepticeye

A Disney AU

I’ve been toying around with this idea for a while so I’m gonna post the first chapter and see how it does. If y’all like it I’ll post more. Either way, I like it, Anyway here’s Chapter 1 of Marvin and Jameson’s story. 

Jameson knew from the moment he could first form his own thoughts that Anti didn’t love him. He knew he kept him away from the outside because he wasn’t like everyone else. Anti never told him why he was different but he knew he was. Maybe it was because he wasn’t magic like Marvin, but he wouldn’t allow Marvin to go outside ether. Was it because he has no voice? But that wasn’t even his fault. Maybe it was all his scars. Jameson didn’t care much anymore.

“Jaaaaames” a familiar voice whined from above “Is breakfast ready?” Jamie looked up in the rafters to see Marvin, his long braid falling to just below his knees. Anti had brought home some fresh flowers and Marvin had selfishly decided to have Jamie braid them into his long hair. Not that Jamie care all that much, they weren’t for him anyway. They were for Marvin. Everything was for Marvin. The tower they’re in, the food Anti brings home, the paints, the flowers, all for Marvin. Jameson was pretty sure that even he was a gift for the magician. A companion. Or at the very least a sacrifice to him. Jameson nodded and motioned for him to come down. He looked at the eggs in the skillet.

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🔨 with Jameson?

(Lots of description of injury, y’all. Not sure what to tag that as other than whump so please let me know if I need to add any tw tags.)

Jameson ducked below the fist and did a front-roll, scrabbling to his feet and limping away as fast as he could. His attacker roared with rage and ran after him, easily catching up the dapper lad.

“Please, no!” Jameson struggled against the grip the assailant had on his vest. He tried to undo the buttons, but one of his arms was too injured to move that much. He pulled away with all his might, and-

And remembered the pocket knife that he’d bought. Without telling his brothers.

He took it out and flipped it open, moving his injured arm just enough to pull on the bottom of his vest to keep it straight, and with one swipe he cut all the buttons off his vest. It had happened so quickly that by the time his attacker realized the knife existed Jameson was already sprinting away, doing his best to ignore the pain in his leg.

Bruised, bloody, beaten, and on the run.

He could hear the static in the distance and ran harder, tears spilling down his cheeks. From more than one kind of pain.

“ǴE͠T̛͟ ̡B̨͟A̡̨͜C̀͟K͠ ̡͢͝H̛̕E̷̕R̨̢E̢̢͡ ͠J͞J̸!̶”

He had to get to Marvin. Blast, where did he say he’d gone again? A library, right?

He ran out into the rain, going int he direction he thought the nearest library was in. 

And then his leg gave out.

He crashed to the ground, his jaw slamming against the concrete, making a terrible crack. He gasped and let out a silent scream that would have shredded his throat.

His attacker quickly caught up. He stood over him, grinning, staring down at him with two terrible green and black eyes. 

“Ģ͝͠o̵t ͠yo̷͝u̸͘.҉”

The attacker stood on Jameson’s good leg and stomped. Jameson heard another crack as pain shot through him. He let out another unheard wail. The man grabbed Jameson by his collar and yanked him up, laughing when he saw the spot on Jameson’s ribs that would surely become quite sizable bruises. “N̸i̸̛c͜͜e͝͞ ̨ţŕ̴y̴.̷̕͡”

Jameson sobbed. “Please. Jackie, please…”

The corrupted hero kept grinning. “L̢͘͝e̶͡t́'̶̴s̢̛ g̷ó̧ ̕h́ǫ͟͟m͞e͢, ̛͠JJ́.” He slung JJ over his shoulder, and JJ sobbed harder as his ribs hit Jackie’s shoulder.

“Ánt̡i'̴s alr̸e̵ad͟y̷ ̷th͝e͟re͜, a҉n̛d̶ i̛t̷’s ŕude ͘t͢o̧ ̶ke͘e̸p gu͟e͡s͝t ̧wa͞it͜ing͜.͞”

Deep, for Marvin, Jameson, and Anti?

He didn’t want to be doing this. Every fiber of instinct in him was trying to fight, but the hands clasped around his wrists burned, weakening him, leeching more and more of his magic to put into the spell. “Stop…” Marvin choked out as Anti forced his hands back and forth. “Stop…!”

“Wh͏y ̨g̸o ͟to the e͞f͡f́o̴ŕt of ͏mák̶in̛g̢ ̷mý ͡o̡w̸ņ p͜u҉p̛pȩts…” Anti hissed, his breath hot in Marvin’s ear. “…wh̶ęn ̕yoưr ma͘g̕ic can͡ m̕ake ́t̵h͞e͘m for̨ ͜m͡e?” He tightened his grip, nails tearing into Marvin’s skin, drawing rivulets of blood and a pained whine from him. “Ta̕ke͏ ͞h̵im ͜deepe͢r͏.”

“N – No!” He tried to thrash, tried to extinguish the energy pouring out of him, but the static seeping into his skin was paralyzing. “F-Fight it, Jays!”

Slumping to his knees in front of them, Jameson remained fixated on the swirling lights in front of him, letting them envelop his senses. It was Marvin’s magic. Why would he fight it? He trusted Marvin’s magic…It would never hurt him…It felt…good…

I’ve been working on storyboards non stop, finally took a break to doodle something that wasn’t the storyboard, haha. Thought this would be cute :3

Henrik design © @10ths-writing-corner // @10th-no-name-person

Jameson design © @honey–dream

Art © @dmnfox

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.”

What's Jameson like in the supernatural au? :0

The most I'll let slip about Jameson is that he's been alive for a fairly long time now! He's at the very least a hundred years old yet still looks to be in his mid 20's. He was once a hunter as well until an accident that led to his immortality :)