Well, That’s A Legit Question. Does He? And Is It Clear That I Need More Spoopy Content? PLEASE DO

Merry Xmas to everyone! ^^🎄

“My heart still beats for you, I hope you won’t carve it out.”

“I’ll consider it.”

A Quiet Observer. 

(Puppet JJ seems to give ‘ze good doctor’ company during his research. Researching the possibilities of transplanting a wooden soul into a human body can get very tiresome during late nights, so a helping boost from your patient can go a long way.) :)

New tiktok!

Transitions are kinda bad 😅

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…

hey um..do you rp by chance? I was just curious..

I do! And I apologize that we both didn't rp Lately School got me very busy + my mental health is not the greatest at the moment but yeah.. I do RP any kind beside the well Um you know ones... btw I am answering this at like 5 am in the morning

Whumptober #31: Prisoner

“This shan’t be the end of me, madcap. I’ll get out.”

Physically, Jameson was unresistant to his bonds. He didn’t flail or sob as Anti stripped his hat, vest and shoes. That blind panic had always been part of the fun, but the Glitch was game for something fresh.

“Is thi͡s͜ th͞e d҉e̡f̕ian̴ce͘ ̕they’ve ̨be̵en t̷ea҉c͞hing ͠you, pu͜ppet͠? Tak͡i̷ng ̢a̴ stan̢ḑ wit̛h pr͜e͞t̀t͏y word͝s?” Grinning, he slid his knife along the underside of Jameson’s jaw, point digging into the soft curve. He flinched just enough. “Go ̀on, then̴, ̢brav̢e b̶òy. Gi͡v̕e ̵y̧o̡u͟r ͠s͢p̵eec̛h.”

“Round and round, it’s always the same.” The hardness of Jameson’s gaze shone with unbid moisture. “No doubt you’ll string me up…violate my body, my mind. But it shan’t last forever. I shall be free again, which is far more than I can say for you, Master. Preying on my weaknesses will never free you of yours.”

Egotober 2021 - Day 20 - Weapon

Prompt list by - @huffletrax

Not A Part (JJ and Anti)

(So I got this idea from the song Machine by Imagine Dragons. Blood and torture warnings! Lots of violence! JJ kinda goes to the dark side, a little. It’s not good.)

(@beerecordings, hey I remembered to tag you in something!)

Jameson struggled to breath. His head was pounding, his chest ached from the blow, and blood dripped from his mouth. The ever-present static scratched at his ears as it tore his body apart and stitched it back together, over and over. He was on his hands and knees, unable to stand. Anti kicked him again.

“Sto͝ṕ ͝fi̢ght̕in̕g ҉it, ͞pu̢pp͏e͘t͜!̨ Th̨is i̡s what̢ ͏y̨ou ҉wer͞e ͜b̢o͏r̨n̨ f͟o̵r̛!̨”

Jameson spit out the blood in his mouth. It never stopped, like Anti’s neck wound. It was a mark, showing that Jameson was under Anti’s control.

But he wasn’t. And he never would be.

“Go to hell.”

Anti laughed, but it was humorless and laden with rage. “Yo͜u'r͠e ̴n̵o beţter̸ th̕a̶n I ̨am! ̢Yo̕u're̵ noth͜ing̵ ҉morȩ ͠t́ḩan͜ a̛ ̡toơl̵ ͠f̸o̕r ̧me̶ ̶t́o uśe̵! Y͡o̵u͟'r̷e̛ ̕a ̢c͘o͘g̶ in m͘y m͢ach̛ín͠e!̷”

He kicked again. Jameson collapsed completely. But he stayed stubborn. “I’m not afraid of what you’re going to tell me, demon. You do nothing but lie.”

There should have been Zalgo. His slides should have been glitching as bad as his body. But they weren’t. Anti didn’t know why, and it made him furious. He grit his teeth. He grabbed Jameson’s shoulder and sent a flood of static into the young ego. “ Y̼̦̹̱̪̱̘̖͞͠͞Ǫ҉͍̮̤̻U̸̟̮̜̼̘͡!͇̤̭̤̮͇͖͜ ͎̪̪̣͟A̛̺̳̲̥͖̫͔R̜̬̫͠E͏̰͖!̪̞̟̘̪ ̝̤̫͈͚̗̼͈ͅM̷̱̯̩̳͈̲̕Ý̹͉̀͟!̗̫̺̺̳̀ ̱͍̤̮̭͓P̖͕̙̻̩̱̩Ù͎͔͈̹̲̕͠P͏̱̠P̙͓̝̜͉E̶̻̺̟̪̼̥Ṱ̶̟͇̲̗̹!̢̯̟̼̦͘”

Jameson screamed, his form exploding into thousands of pixels and glitches. Anti grinned. The mute had to submit now, surely.

Then he came back together.

But he was standing. 

And he was holding a knife.

His eyes were completely blacked out, but Anti couldn’t control him. Anti stepped back. “W͡-̸̵̡w͢ha̷͜͝t̵̛͘ is ͏̡t̶h̵͜͠ì̷̛s̕͢͟?̛”

Jameson stood, breathing heavily. He raised the knife, and pointed it at Anti. “I…I am NOT a part of your machine.” He glitched, and then he was right in front of Anti. He drove the knife deep into the glitch’s stomach. He looked him in the eye, unflinching, unremorseful, as Anti screeched with pain and shock. Jameson twisted the knife. His mustache twitched with satisfaction when he pulled the blade out and Anti collapsed. 

“Ho̵w.̵.͢.͜d͞a̵r͟e yo҉u,̀” Anti tried to growl, but it came out as almost a whimper. Jameson crouched down and grinned, just as Anti had done while torturing him so many times before.  

“It’s your own fault. You thought it would be a good idea to give me power, to tell me I’m meant for ‘great things’, fill my cup with endless ambition.” Jameson giggled. “But you couldn’t break me.”

“S̀o҉ ͢I b͠ro̶ķe͜ ̀y͢o̡u͏.̀”

Anti watched through blurry vision as the glitches around Jameson changed. They became less like static, less like computer glitches. He flickered around like broken film, the green tint replaced with sepia. Like in Jameson’s first video. 

When people wondered if Jameson was Anti in disguise.

If Jameson was a bad guy.

The static was replaced. The sounds of an old movie camera trying to run broken film spools, the scratching and screeching of broken records, a cacophony of old music that played one song over the other, skipping and screaming, they filled the room.

Anti held his stomach. It was pouring blood. But he wouldn’t die.

He couldn’t die.

He…he couldn’t die.

Could he die?

Jameson frowned. “You’re in so much pain. And it’s my fault! Where are my manners? Let me help.”

He gripped Anti’s shoulder, just as Anti had done mere minutes ago. And the chaotic noise shifted, from coming from Jameson to coming from Anti’s own head.

Anti knew what was happening. His eyes went wide. He tried to glitch away, but he was too weak. He was losing so much blood…

Jameson smiled. “Shh…shh…just relax…as I said Anti, I’m not a part of your machine.”

His speech slide lingered in Anti’s vision, refusing to go away completely. Anti shuddered. What was happening? Why…why couldn’t he think? He couldn’t…he was the puppetmaster…how…oh…the noise was so nice…once you…got used to it…

Jameson smirked as Anti relaxed.

“I am the machine.”

Beanbag chair (yeah it’s two words sue me it’s one thing)

“Help! I’ve been eaten!” JJ cried from withing the depths of the giant beanbag.

Chase could barely speak through his laughter but managed to say, “I’ll get Marvin!”

The beanbag shook and wiggled as JJ desperately tried to find his way out.