#puppet master!jj

[10ths-writing-corner]

Whumptober #8- Stomach Pain

Puppet Master AU

The doctor hugged the bowl as he spew bile from his body. And right behind him was Jameson, worriedly holding his long brown hair back and rubbing soothing circles on his back. It had been days since Henrik had started to feel sick, and Jameson couldn’t pin point where he had gotten it from. Is not like Henrik leaves the house…

Had he been giving him a stronger dosage than he intended to?

“J-Jamie..? My sto-stomach…” Henrik started weakly before resuming with retching whatever needed to be out of his body.

“{Dear, let me get you water. I-I will be right back.}” Jameson’s voice resonates quietly in Henrik’s mind, though that makes the doctor groan and shiver. Before Jameson can even pull away, a weak grip lands on his hand.

“T-Take me… Hospital…”

Blood drains from his face at the request. No, the hospital was off the table. They’ll find out he has been giving Henrik tranquilizers and drugging him. They can’t possibly blame him for it, right? Henrik is always working… never taking care of himself, and who better to take care of the doctor than Jameson himself?

“{Come now, I can take perfect care of you. J-Just let me get the medicine—}” Jameson stammers, caressing Henrik’s sweaty hair in comfort. Or was that to ease the anxiety to have to listen to what he was requesting.

“Jamie—“ Henrik finally turns towards the dapper. Blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth, his face lost all color and could be paler and the white walls of the bathroom they found themselves in. It definitely looked like Henrik wasn’t getting any better, and Jameson could only feel guilt… “—please…” A sob broke out, the Please being enough to make Jameson comply. His grip tightens over Henrik’s hand, Jameson won’t let anyone take Henrik from him… he’ll get rid of them if he has to.

“{A-Alright, my dear. We’ll go to the hospital. I’ll wake Chase up and have him drive us there.}”

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@dmnfox @number1120 @chey-doodles @randowaffle @caesardoe @itsonlyparker @definitely-asexual-volcano @potatoarenice @lilsprout-exe @lildevyl @gotta-get-that-pma @hellspctre @justaninnocentstudent @anon-jameson @droid-dreamerr @glitchyartist @antis-gauge @ghostofodellion @miishae @ongaku-ato-kakikomi @innocent-angel3 @mysterio-is-the-truth @synder-sync @n-anon @immabethehero @fankayart @k--sm

#jacksepticeye #jse community #jameson jackson #JJ #puppet master!jj #pm!jameson jackson #pm!jj #henrik von schneeplestein #dr. schneeplestein #dr schneeplestein #puppet master au #whump #angst #whumptober #whumptober2022 #no. 8 #stomach pain #writers of jack #tw poison #ego shipping #jjstein #VintageDoctor

[wolfstardaughter-jj]

Master of Puppets is the only thing circling my mind rn and it won't leave my head, I don't see the problem in it but my family is growing irritated of me constantly humming the same song.

#master of puppets #metallica #rock music is just calming to me idk #rock music #jj rambles #Spotify #all because i keep seeing eddie Munson tik toks #also cause i just keep playing it on Spotify 24/7

[kalcifers-blog]

I need everyone to understand that the way I see Jackieboy Man is that he never was a hero.

Something that I've noticed in The IRIS Project so far is that all the characters seemingly are becoming the opposite of who they truly are- Chase being a father and family man, who couldn't protect his family from dying (even worse when you read the subtext of him actually being the one forced to kill them), Henrik a doctor who continuosly fails to keep his patients alive, including his own friends despite all his hard work- or JJ a puppet master, making shows to entertain (most likely) young children, forced into becoming a twisted version of his own creation in which he's now the puppet.

Which leads us back to Jackie. How ironic would it be that the entire time he was a "hero" it was doing nothing but furthering the pain and torment of those around him- I imagine that IRIS were the ones behind his powers, thinking about the amount of experimentation he would have gone through just to feel like he was helping people, only to then realise that the very same company was purposely hoarding a monster, knowing that it's only a matter of time before it creeps out and doing absolutely nothing to stop it for the sake of "research".

How absolutely devistating it would be to have your entire world view and support structure completely crushed and the worst part is all that pain meant absolutely nothing.

It wasn't a sacrifice or a testimony to responsibility. It was just pain.

This is all where my Punk!JBM headcanon started, his rage and hatred for governmental figures and IRIS coming from first hand experience and I doubt that if/when he left IRIS- he was hardly quiet about it. It's just not like him to let them continue hurting anyone- besides what's more Punk-Rock than to tear down the institution using the same powers they gave you, something something dramatic irony cough cough

#jacksepticeye #jse egos #jacksepticeye egos #jackieboy man #Punk! Jackieboy Man #i need to see JBM in canon but if he isn't punk or at the very least a vigilante then i will be upset /lh #I HOPE YOU LIKE MY RAMBLINGS ABOUT A CHARACTER THAT HASN'T EVEN SHOWN UP IN CANON LORE YET LMAAOOO #jse #honey quartzs blog #Kalcifer babbles

[pxppet]

Doing some old prompts! They're from the second blog back when this one was deleted. You can see a drawing of Anti's mark here.

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Jameson shifts uncomfortably. He feels like the scrubs and latex gloves might have been just for show with how filthy the basement is. Anti is dressed in them as well, looming over Chase, who is tossed haphazardly onto a gurney that JJ doesn't know the origin of. He tugs at the sleeves and shuffles as Anti readies a syringe with a sedative.

He claps softly for attention, and Anti whirls, teeth bared behind his medical mask. Jameson blinks at the completely full needle. "Is that the right dose? Anti, he's already unconscious from you hitting him. How much are you giving him?"

"Enough. It won't kill him."

Jameson blanches at him, but Anti doesn't acknowledge it, turning back to Chase and injecting him with the clear liquid inside. JJ fidgets with his fingers, touching each one to his thumb in a pattern. Giving himself anything else to focus on. Anti shuffles in a cabinet behind him, and he tries not to let goosebumps rise at his master being behind him.

A light whirring starts up, and Jameson looks up to see an older looking tattoo gun. Anti meets his eyes, and he can see the grin in his eyes even with his mouth obscured. Anti moves to Chase, sighing through his mask as he strokes a hand over Chase's limp hair. "Little pet," he murmurs. "You'll look so beautiful with my mark on you."

Jameson's fingers trace the tattoo on his neck without his permission; an endless circle and a dotted line wrapping around his throat to Anti's demonic sigil tattooed neatly on the back of his neck, where Anti loves to grab him.

The tattoo gun pierces along Chase's skin, and Jameson feels something cold in his stomach. Is it pity? Hate? Ah. No, his brain says, it is jealousy. He's been the sole bearer of Anti's mark for so long. What makes this new pet so deserving? He glances over Anti's shoulder, and a breath escapes him. Anti isn't marking his neck. Rather, the tattoo is on his wrist, tracing a circle around the boney flesh. He can't help the smugness that crosses his mind at the sight.

"Pass me some tissues, he's bleeding." Anti holds out a hand expectantly, and Jameson responds promptly like any good pet. Anti wipes away the redness, huffing. "He'll be bound to me, isn't that wonderful? Just like you, dear." Anti spares a rare petname, turning to smile at Jameson. JJ smiles back, despite the mask, calmed by Anti's current pleasant demeanor. He always gets so oddly calm when things go his way, shoulders relaxing from their taut drawn hold and usually angry face softening. Jameson takes these moments and keeps them in mental photographs. His master, looking happy and kind...

While he's distracted in his mind, Anti finishes the tattoo, pulling off his mask to reveal his toothy grin, mismatched eyes wild. "Isn't it beautiful?" Anti holds up Chase's limp wrist, sparse blood blending in with the deep black ink. The circle seems to make the air around it pulse slightly, especially when it meets Anti's skin. The ink is lightly infused with his blood, tying his puppets to him forever, though how figurative that is is unknown to all but Anti.

Anti cocks his head, his eyes blacking over. He gestures to Jameson, who immediately comes to him. He places a hand lightly around the man's throat. Jamesons lip part, and he shudders as he feels Anti's magic coursing through all three of them, like electricity being conducted.

"Doesn't it feel amazing?"

Jameson would rather use a word like 'terrifying', but all he does is nod in agreement.

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Chase wakes to a pounding headache. His body jolts and he clutches at his chest, closed eyes flying open. He lets out a groan, but he's too beaten to rise, slumping against his pillow. Ah- a pillow? He's on a bed? A proper one, too, not just a dog bed or foam mattress on the ground. Is he even chained up? He lifts his wrists to check and stops short. He isn't bound, but there's cellophane wrap and tape around his left wrist. He itches at it, fighting the temptation to take it off immediately. It's definitely covering a tattoo, what else could it be. Fuck. He lays down again and pinches his eyes shut. Scars and bruises are one thing, but a tattoo is permanent. He tries to breathe slowly, attempting to calm himself.

The lock on the outside of the door slides open, and Chase scurries underneath his blanket, feebly attempting to hide. But no harsh words or sharp blows come down. A pale hand removes the blanket gingerly, and Jameson's slightly annoyed face appears to him.

"F-... food," Jameson croaks out, his throat straining so hard he coughs slightly, massaging at his throat. The action draws Chase's eyes to his tattoo. Funny, he never thought to question it, despite it not being one of Jack's tattoos at the time of the puppet's creation.

"Where did the tattoo come from, on your neck? Is it- did he-?" Chase gestures at his own wrist as JJ sets out a tray with two ham sandwiches and two bowls of plain rice. Chase blinks at it, distracted. "You're eating with me?"

Jameson sits on the bed and just goes about eating his sandwich. Chase can't understand his sign, and asking so many questions like that, he's just talking at him, not to him at this point. Chase quiets as well, scooting over and eating his food, scooping up rice with his fingers.

"Anti did do the tattoo, didn't he? And- and now he's tattooed me. What does- d-does it mean?'

Jameson sets down his sandwich, massaging his throat again, clearing it. "O-ownership."

Chase stares at him, chewing his lip. "We don't belong to him. We're our own people-"

Jameson places a hand over Chase's mouth, glaring at him in warning. Chase swallows hard and nods, going quiet. He turns to his food, eating cautiously. "So much for getting our of here, huh," Chase mutters.

Jameson sighs, tearing off a tiny bite of turkey. Yeah, getting out. He nearly laughs at Chase's naivety. No one gets out when it comes to Anti.

#writersofjack #writers of jack #chase brody #jameson jackson #antisepticeye #jse egos #jacksepticeye #pxppet lore

[rogue-of-broken-time]

Turning My Theorist Friends into D&D Characters

First up we have Soph (@turquoisemagpie), aarakocra bard of the College of Creation! Being part of this College means they can create living constructs, which seemed fitting because they made Puppet JJ a reality that one time. Next to them is Marvin in cat form, being a curious kitty and making eye contact with the orb from Argentum Inanis :D

Next is Fin (@fear-is-nameless), changeling paladin of the Oath of the Watchers. Being of this Oath means that they keep watch for otherworldly beings/threats on the Material Plane, striking them down if need be. This class seemed fitting to me because Fin is very observant and a master of timelines, and the changeling race made sense to me because they're a genderless eldritch anomaly. You can't quite tell from this picture, but I gave their model a skeletal hand (the one that's shooting the lightning) in place of Mr. Flippy :)

Then there's Lou (@tracobuttons), half-elf ranger of the Drakewarden subclass. Rangers of this subclass are eventually are able to summon a draconic companion, which seemed fitting for Lou because of her big heart and wisdom ^^

Then we have Isa (@isa-ghost), human warlock with the Hexblade patron. However, instead of being tied to the Raven Queen, her patron is Antisepticeye, and her pact weapon is a dagger that she uses to bind souls to her service! Here she can be seen shooting a fireball, doing her patron's bidding and setting things ablaze >:)

And finally we have Dawn (@a-septic-mind), human cleric of the Arcana domain! She wields magical prowess and healing in equal parts, being the nerdiest of clerics there is. She likes to try to steer Isa in the right direction now and then, but Isa has none of it, which means that Dawn has to be there when things inevitably go off xD

Anywho. Totally not working on a full-blown AU or anything. Definitely not.

#rogue loves her friends #jse d&d au #<- yes I'm making that a thing deal with it #jacksepticeye #jse community

[jenny-from-the-bau]

I've been toying with the idea of a kind of Cruel Intentions concept where college aged Emily and her boyfriend (Hotch fits this the best I think) are rich, bored, and a little fucked up so they make a bet to see who can corrupt JJ, the ~innocent new scholarship~ student at their college. So they both set out to seduce her, and they both succeed, only to find out that the entire time JJ knew about their reputations and was actually kind of puppet mastering them because she thought they were pretty and would be fun to play with. I just love the idea of not so innocent JJ.

Omg I would love that! I like when JJ is underestimated and then is actually so smart and aware and is actually the best player in the room

#ask #anon #cm ask

[arandomaquarius]

“Concussive Sound” Pt. 1

TW: Implied Car Accident, Injury, Vomit (brief but it’s there), Panic Attack, Concussions, Swearing/Cursing, Not Proofread

Summary: Piper gets a concussion. That’s it. That’s the summary :/

Characters: Captain Cold, Heatwave, Trickster I, Mirror Master I, Captain Boomerang I, Pied Piper

A/N: this does not follow any canon. Some characters may be ooc, please be nice this is my first time writing these characters. Constructive criticism is welcome. P.s. I am aware this is exaggerated hearing loss from a concussion. I just wanted to write Piper with a concussion based loosely on my experience but I’ve been meaning to write his reaction to suddenly losing his hearing for an amount of time. I decided to kill two birds with one stone :/

~Text under the cut~

“Why can’t we travel by mirrors again?” Sam complains for about the fifth time today. Piper rolls his eyes from where he’s sat in the back.

“Because, Sam, it’s not that far, and traveling by mirror makes the rest of us sick. Now shut up,” Len snaps from the passenger seat. “Take a left here and continue ‘til ya get to a four-way intersection,” he adds, directing Mick where to go.

Beside Piper sits JJ, who’s currently turned around in his seat to annoy Digger with puppets. Digger and Sam are purposely put in the very back, where they can’t bother Len (mostly).

“C’mon Sammy, cheer up!” James mocks in a high-pitched voice while animatedly moving a Trickster hand puppet in Sam’s face.

Sam shoves the puppet harshly, causing a saddened squeak to come from the mini Trickster. It deflates in on itself, and James pouts at the brunette. “Well, ya don’t gotta be so rude!” He huffs and cradles the puppet to his face.

Len turns around angrily, “Jesse! Turn around, put your damn seatbelt on, and shut your trap!”

James slinks down in his seat sullenly, arms crossed and face scrunched up as he sticks his tongue out. He looks like the epitome of a five-year-old pouting.

“Someone’s not very good at keeping their cool,” he mutters under his breath.

Again, Piper rolls his eyes at his companions’ antics, this time with a repressed smile. He pulls out his phone and switches the song to something else. No one complains. They don’t complain because they all know they’d have to fight Piper. If Piper is in the vehicle, he chooses the music, end of story.

He stashes his phone back in his hoodie pocket as “Come and Get Your Love” by Redbone plays through the car speakers.

They’re stopped at the four-way intersection by a flashing red light. Mick looks both ways before going to turn left.

There’s a loud sound coming towards them before the world jerks and whirls around. The sounds of breaking glass, airbags activating, and screaming surround Piper. His head slams against the door.

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Piper shrugs the hand off his shoulder. It returns and continues to lightly hit him. He shrugs it off a few more times before realizing it won’t go away.

Piper huffs and squints his eyes open. Light immediately assaults him, and he winces noiselessly as he shuts his eyes again. He pushes himself up from his leaning position against the door.

Everything hurts: his head; his eyes; his sides. Only his ears didn't hurt, strangely.

Carefully, Piper squints his eyes open. He has to open them more to see the figure trying to get his attention. It was James, sky-blue eyes wide and hair disheveled.

His mouth is moving quickly, but no sound is coming out. Piper’s brows furrow in confusion. He opens his mouth to speak to James and ask what he is saying.

No sound comes out.

Piper worriedly swallows and tries again.

Still no sound.

Piper brings a hand to his throat and tries to speak. It takes a few futile attempts, but he can feel the vibrations through his throat indicating that he is making noise.

But he can’t hear it.

Piper locks eyes with James, seeing his own panic reflected in those blue eyes. Piper reaches up to his ears. There’s nothing to indicate they bled.

It’s getting difficult to breathe now. The world feels like it’s spinning again, and Piper’s head throbs painfully. Everything is too bright. Everything is too silent.

The van feels like it’s closing in on him, and he presses his hands against the seats to steady himself.

Piper looks around for the door handle. He fumbles with it and falls out of the SUV. Piper pulls himself up and almost falls over when he stands. He shakes his head to clear the nausea away.

Piper looks around dazedly. There’s bright lights of emergency service vehicles. Piper shields his eyes with his arm and steps back.

There’s a man in front of him (when did he get there?). He’s wearing dark blue (like a police officer) and teal gloves. His mouth is moving, not as fast as James’ was, but Piper still can’t tell what he’s saying.

The world sways and the man becomes distant, despite not moving.

Piper’s surrounded by bricks. The nausea returns full force when Piper meets the concrete ground.

His body shakes as he empties his stomach on the alleyway floor. Black spots dance in his vision as he lays on the filthy ground.

Piper’s mind feels fuzzy. His limbs feel like lead. Even breathing hurts.

He can’t even remember how he got here, wherever “here” was. What had happened before? He vaguely remembers the car ride with the Rogues.

The Rogues.

He left them. They’re going to be pissed at him for managing to get himself in this position. Especially Len; for a man going by the alias “Captain Cold” he isn’t cold-hearted. In fact, he’s quite the opposite at times.

The world is soothingly dark, and without noise, it’s easy to slip into unconsciousness.

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.

.

Piper isn’t sure what wakes him. He does know that he’s in a different place than he was. Instead of cold concrete, there’s a worn and squishy surface underneath him. It seems familiar, but opening his eyes feels like too much of an effort.

So instead, Piper does what he normally does: he listens. But there are no sounds to listen to. Not even his own breathing and heartbeat can be heard.

It’s such a long forgotten feeling, waking up to silence. He feels disconnected from reality, like he’s in some kind of surreal dream. Like he is underwater and floating in nothingness all at the same time. It makes his skin crawl.

Begrudgingly, Piper opens his eyes. He’s pleasantly surprised when darkness greets him instead of searing light. In the dim light, Piper recognizes where he is: the Rogues’ safehouse.

He was here this morning- or at least, he was here before he left with the others. Before the car ride.

Piper carefully sits up. He’s on the only mattress in the building, covered with a fleece blanket. He is still wearing his civvies.

He throws the blanket off and goes to stand. He wobbles, but he doesn’t fall. His body aches horrendously, but he doesn’t want to be alone, so he forces himself to search the warehouse for someone.

Piper spots light coming from under a door. He quietly (at least, he thinks he’s being quiet; it’s kinda hard to tell when you can’t exactly hear) pads over to the door. Immediately, he has to resist the instinct to tilt his head to hear what’s happening on the other side.

He takes a deep breath before turning the handle and opening the door.

Regret is the first thing Piper feels when bright lights cause him to shield his face from their attack. The second is large hands guiding him to a chair.

Warily, he unshields his face and forces himself to look at whichever Rogue is in front of him. He’s surprised to see more than one crowding around him.

Len, Sam, James, and Mick are all standing around Piper. He assumes Mick is the one who guided him to a sitting position, as he is the closest and has a steadying hand on Piper’s arm.

Before he can think to ask questions, a light is shining in his eyes. He goes to look away only to have someone firmly grasp his jaw. As quickly as the light appeared, it leaves.

Piper has to blink a few times to be able to see properly again. The hand on his jaw is snapping in front of him, and Piper follows its motions. The snapping stops and Len crouches down to Piper’s eye level.

Len speaks. Or, at least, his mouth is moving, and Piper just has to assume that Len is, in fact, speaking at him.

Piper squints at Len’s moving lips. It makes his head hurt too much and he gives up before he can play the guessing game of lip-reading.

He slumps in the chair, tired and confused. It must be some sort of signal to the others, because they back up.

He couldn’t hear. He had lost his hearing.

#arandomaquarius #part 1 #because I lost motivation halfway through this #writing #dcu #pied piper #hartley rathaway #captain cold #leonard snart #heat wave #mick rory #the trickster #trickster I #james jesse #captain boomerang #digger harkness #mirror master #sam scudder #tw car accident #tw head injury #tw swearing #tw vomit #tw panic attack #tw panicking #not a request #flash rogues #rogues gallery #angst

[dylanconrique]

random jiara headcanon: jj and kie became shadow puppet masters on the island, so in the future whenever marley is sad or scared they play "poguelandia" and build a cave of their own in their living room out of pillows and blankets with flashlights as their only source of light and put on little shadow puppet shows for her.

#*and this is icarly! #outer banks #obx #jj maybank #kiara carrera #jiara #otp: got room for one more? #they make a whole game out of it and really pretend to be on a deserted island #they even go so far as to lay out couch cushions and other extra pillows and blankets throughout the house #to use as 'stepping stones' to other rooms #marley always yells at them to remember to step on the stepoing stones if they get up to go to the bathroom or get a snack #GOD I'M REALLY MAKING MYSELF FEEL THINGS OVER HERE #(and yes i am using jiara's given baby name by the fandom duh)

[10ths-writing-corner]

Whumptober #16- No Way out

Puppet Master AU

“{You have a lot of nerve to show yourself in my property.}” Jameson signs, sapphire eyes coldly glaring down at the hero. He must admit, he was surprised to see Jackie had made it this far into the forest, even more surprising that he reached his house. However, satisfaction twinkles in his eyes when he notices the many cuts covering his arms and face.

“I’m not here to fight, Jameson. I just wanna talk.” Jackie answers.

Jameson tsks in annoyance, though he gestures for Jackie to go on before crossing his arms above his chest. His fingers drum against his arm, the subtle movement creating thin strings above the branches. Just in case the hero had any funny ideas.

“I-I know you’re suffering. I know you’ve suffered, and you had to endure it by yourself. And I’m sorry… I’m sorry I didn’t notice.” Jackie takes a step forward. “Maybe we can start over, and you and Henrik…”

“{No.}” Jameson cut the hero off, “{You don’t get to come to my home and try to pretend that you understand me. I know why you’re here. You’re here to take Henrik.}”

The hero stayed quiet, the facade dissolving. Worry shifts into a harsh expression, and his hands ball into fists. “You’re keeping Henrik captive! This doesn’t make you any different from Anti, you are hurting him!”

“{You dare compare me to that disgusting vermin!}” Jameson bares his teeth, rage slowly building up in his chest. His eyes soon glow a royal blue, and thin, Royal strings snake and wrap around the hero, trapping him in place. The dapper takes collected steps towards the trapped hero, his fingers take a tight, bruising grip to Jackie’s jaw and keeps his face towards him. “{I am hurting Henrik? I am protecting him, unlike you! You who lets him work to the bone, you who is so careless that lets him worry and put your needs over his!}”

Jameson practically yells in Jackie’s mind. The more his emotions showed the tighter the strings around Jackie got. “{Ever since I took him under my care he has never been better. I know what he needs, and you are not it.}”

“Jameson… he needs his family.” Jackie mentions through clenched teeth, and Jameson can only stare at him with hate. He should’ve killed him when he got the chance, but he was just waiting for his little experiment to kick in. A smile then spreads across his face, and he chuckles silently. The strings then dissolve into thin air, setting the hero free. At the moment, Jackie looked confused and suspicious, but all Jameson did was gesture him to go ahead.

Jackie didn’t think twice and ran towards the front porch. However, the hero comes crashing hard to the ground. His legs had grown numb, and so did the rest of his limbs. Soon a shadow looms over the fallen hero, the dapper stepping on the hero’s back. Royal blue strings come back to life ones more, flowing from the dapper’s fingertips and wrapping around the hero’s limp body and soon he’s lifted into the air so he could face Jameson once more.

“{You shouldn’t have come here. Not only my strings are strong enough to slice your flesh, but also are laced with a paralytic drug. And you idiotically got yourself cut over and over trying to get here. But don’t worry, it’ll wear off… but just to be sure you don’t do anything stupid…}” Jameson takes out his broken pocket watch, the item swaying softly from its silver chain as he signs. “{I must make sure that you are aware… no one’s coming for you.}”

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@dmnfox @number1120 @chey-doodles @randowaffle @caesardoe @itsonlyparker @definitely-asexual-volcano @potatoarenice @lilsprout-exe @lildevyl @gotta-get-that-pma @hellspctre @justaninnocentstudent @anon-jameson @droid-dreamerr @glitchyartist @antis-gauge @ghostofodellion @miishae @ongaku-ato-kakikomi @innocent-angel3 @mysterio-is-the-truth @synder-sync @n-anon @immabethehero @fankayart @k--sm @alvieashgrove

#jacksepticeye #jse community #jameson jackson #jj #puppet master!jj #pm!jj #puppet master au #jackieboy man #whump #angst #Whumptober #whumptober2022 #no. 16 #no way out

[leobashi]

-points mic towards you-

Thoughts on VintageDoctor? (JJ and Henrik)

I did discuss it a little here, but I think I can deep dive a little more into it

They dress very well so they obviously have to have matching outfits. You know I've already drawn them both in rompers, now imagine them in matching suits, matching dresses, matching aesthetics. They are lovey dovey that way. I think they like to give each other flowers. Jamie nerds out a bit and chooses flowers with specific meanings. Henrik likes to get Jamie flowers that remind him of Jamie. He's a simple man and usually picks up roses for love or something pretty, maybe even something the shop owner recommends. They love to go glasses shopping. Jamie probably obsesses over a good monocle and Henrik usually prefers function over fashion so he lets Jamie choose his glasses because Jamie is the one who's gonna be looking at them the most. When Jamie makes puppets, they like to argue about anatomy and which one is more important: accuracy for the sake of realism or exaggeration for the sake of storytelling. It's mostly lighthearted banter between them

The darker side of things is where their relationship started partly because of Anti. Maybe they were the only other humans they had during their time with Anti. Maybe they just both know what it's like to be strung up like a puppet and that trauma brings them closer. Maybe they helped each other out of that horrible state of puppet and puppet master. Either way, they find comfort in the other and it grounds them to be with the other through this. Seeing each other heal heals them in a way.

#ask #10th no name person #ego shipping

[pxmun]

It was late into the night when Holly and the Jukebox band reached the station. With Lady’s help Holly was able to get onto the platform safely. Lady had dropped off the group near Ulfstead castle. The Earl was getting the estate decorated for the holidays and had just finished the lights. They shone brilliantly, lighting up from the castle to all the way down to the dinosaur park. Holly was immediately enchanted; it really did feel like she was transported into a fairytale storybook. While Holly was admiring the landscape, JJ and the others were trying to figure out the current timetable and which train would take them to Sir Topham Hatt’s office at Knapford station. Tex and Rex were arguing with each other over which route would get them to their destination faster, Grace was keeping an eye out for danger, while Didi was reading a dropped newspaper, Titto found a Sodor coin, and JJ was reminiscing about something, though he kept whatever it was to himself. Grace was keeping an eye on Holly, making sure the girl was okay and staying close to the group. However, the bass guitarist turned her back for a moment to deal with the twin cowboys and that was enough for trouble to start. Holly was in awe as a big silver engine pulled up to the station. It was Spencer, the private engine had arrived to pick up a case of apple cider for the Duke and Duchess. Holly greeted the silver engine, and Spencer greeted her back. Spencer had never seen Holly around Sodor and asked the girl where she is from. Holly tells Spencer that she is from the countryside on the border of Shining Time City in the normal realm. Spencer recalled that Shining Time City is where Darius, Romeo, and Cleo were from and ask the girl if she knew the Trainyard Trio. Holly doesn’t know the siblings, but she hoped she can meet them.

To Spencer it looks like Holly is all by herself. Not wanting to leave the girl unattended, Spencer invites Holly to the Duke and Duchesses summer home for a winter party. Holly is thrilled and accepts Spencer’s invitation, but she lets the silver engine know that she needs to be back at this specific station before sunrise. Spencer agrees to bring Holly back and with the aid of his crew, Holly is loaded into Spencer’s cab. It is here that the Jukebox band notice what is going on. They immediately dash for the silver engine, trying to grab Holly’s attention, but it is too late. With a wheesh of steam, Spencer speeds off for the Duke and Duchess’s summer home. The band freaks out as they don’t know how to find Holly. Grace takes a moment to calm down, and once she does Grace suggest that they go to Knapford as originally planned and seek out Sir Topham Hatt to help find Holly. The band agrees and with their combined effort, they find a train that will be stopping at their current destination while on its way to Knapford.  The band of puppets wait in hiding for the train to approach, when it makes a full stop, they make a break for the engine’s cabin and hide in the coal tender as they hear the engine’s crew approaching. Romeo steps into Gordon’s cab, he was looking forward to a hot cup of tea Patty had offered him once the teen and engine returned from the late- night express run. Gordon gives a big yawn, telling the teen he wants to head back to his berth as soon as possible, so he better take that tea to go. Romeo obliges and tells the big engine it shouldn’t be that much longer before they reach the sheds. The station master gives the signal for Gordon to leave and the two head out, unaware of their stowaway passengers.

#ttte #thomas the tank engine #thomas and friends #sodor #jukebox band #flexitoon #flexitoon puppets #ttte spencer #spencer the silver engine

[kalcifers-blog]

TMA *EGOS*

PLEASE EXPLAIN MORE

Okay I'm assuming that you're asking me to give what TMA Avatar each of the Egos would be which I'll go into detail here!!! With!!!! Some bonus Picrews!! If you have any further questions don't be afraid to reach out in the ask box xxx

Before I begin I do want to mention that these are just my own thoughts!!! I would absolutely love to hear what everyone thinks/if you have alternative ideas to suggest as well :DDD

(For starters I think all of the Egos have elements of The Lonely to them- they all feel isolated in their lives for whatever reason)

Chase Brody (The Eye) - I think Chase is so unbelievably Eye coded and he's VERY Archivist coded in my brain, giving off Season 4 Jonathan Sims if you get me. The Beholding is all about paranoia, feeling like your being watched and this insatiable need to know more- which Chase pretty much checks every box in my brain (especially after Anomaly Found). Chase does have elements of The Corruption and The Buried which I think would mostly just because of The Eyes effects of his life.

Marvin The Magnificent (The Desolation) - to me I've always gotten the impression that Marvin's magic reflects his mental wellbeing and he didn't gain it naturally- a younger Marvin to me has always read as a Carrie White or a Sydney Novak type character- someone with such intensely strong powers that its only a matter of time before he destroys something- i think the thing it destroys the most is Marvin himself though, its harmed everything around him and has probably left him isolated and alone. The Desolation isn't just fire it's the destruction of everything it doesn't care for death it just drives to squeeze the pain out of you. Which for me is exactly how I've always imagined Marvin, the fact that he doesn't want to hurt others would only feed into it more.

JackieBoy Man (The Vast) - Now with Jackie he's always seemed to be the hardest character to pinpoint for me personally. But at the end I thought The Vast was the only appropriate entity for him, he's an odd mix of Crew and Fairchild where he's constantly chasing down the thrill of open air, of falling into nothingness. He also to me seems like he'd be the one Ego who'd be the most aware of how insignificant their lives are in the grand scheme of the entirety of the universe (plus as a bonus his comic is the only one this far to reference the grand universe and the sheer scale of everything.

Jameson Jackson (The Web) - JJ is so interesting to me because to me he's both puppet and puppet master. He's a people pleaser and I would go as far to say that he takes it the point no one ever truly knows who he really is, like Martin Blackwood, he's all smiles and kind gestures but he treats everyone the same, it's only when you take a step back do you realise just how surface level his gestures are. I don't think he's a bad person however, I just think he pretends to care a lot more than he actually does. He's manipulated but he knows it, hes the quickest to spot the signs of manipulation because he's seen it and he's played with the same strings- that doesn't make him immune to manipulation and I think part of him is aware of just how caught up he is in the web himself.

Henrik Von Schneeplestien (The End/The Spiral) - Henrik was almost impossible for me to settle on because there's quite a few he could fall into (I could even make an argument he'd also belong in The Eye or Corruption) but I think his true calling is The End. I see him carry death unknowingly to the people around him, he spends so much time saving lives to counter act it somehow, he can't save everyone but if he can help people just as much as he accidentally kills others then maybe he can live with himself- it obviously takes a hold of him and he's eventually unable to keep operating in this way which is where The Spiral comes in, I think the constant death surrounding him will eventually break him and unknown to him and everyone around him- the signs for this were all clear as day.

Antisepticeye (The Stranger) - Anti is not human, anti has never been human and him trying to convince you that he is one is nothing short of uncanny. He's not had the life experiences to know how humans are supposed to move, his body consists of that which is important for a human to survive but none of it works right. He kills people and robs their lives and their faces and mocks you with them. He sends people into paranoia because they know that something is wrong but they just can't tell what. He is a mask of humanity worn by a thing that doesn't know how to be human.

BONUS: Robbie The Zombie (The Corruption) - Robbie was the easiest BC yk, zombie. But I would like to think that he didn't die and come back. His zombification was slow and it started when he was alive, watching and feeling his body begin the decomposition process while he was still very much alive and aware and feeling. It slowly but surely robbed him of not just his life but his identity and he slowly started to lose himself within the rot of The Corruption as he progressed.

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#jacksepticeye #jse egos #jse #jacksepticeye egos #marvin the magnificent #jackieboy man #chase brody #henrik von schneeplestein #robbie the zombie #Antisepticeye #jameson jackson #the magnus archives #tma #tma avatars #kal rambles #kal writes #kalcifers blog

[pxppet]

With pleasure anon~

[CW: abuse, burns, severe distress, dehumanization, hypnotism mention]

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Chase didn't mean to! He doesn't even know what he did! All he did was pull up the stake holding his chain in place. He wants to tell Anti as much, to scream that he didn't know any better, that he's a stupid animal just like Anti says. But he hasn't been able to manage more than slurring ever since last night. Anti held Chase under hypnosis for nearly 12 hours at once, breaking down every chemical in his brain and rerouting them to do exactly as Anti needed for his fresh puppet.

Chase slides backward against the wall when Anti pushes him over, his back slamming into it as he stutters out nonsense. Anti laughs at him, that horrid wheezing noise from his silent puppet's throat. Chase has learned exactly what it means - punishment, pain, terror, hide yourself. He can't hide now though, on the dusty floor right in Anti's glaring gaze.

"Someone's been naughty," Anti's voice scathes. "Someone stepped outside the rules, yes. Someone's too stupid to know better. Someone's a stupid little dog." His throat sounds like he's choking on barbed wire, but Anti is smiling wide.

Chase lets out a fearful gurgle through his tears as Anti reaches to grab whatever's closest. The sparse fancy clothing JJ had been ironing before Chase came undone from his chain is the only thing nearby. The iron is still hot, just enough to scald. Anti grins, taking it by the handle and slowly turning to face Chase. Chase is so incoherent he barely registers it, confused and crying so hard he makes retching noises.

Anti waits for his usual pleas, those fearful begs he's come to love, but Chase just sobs, no words leaving him at all. Anti grits his teeth and steps closer. In faux gentleness, he leans down and caresses Chases cheek, trying to draw a reaction, any reaction. Chase only continues to sob with his eyes shut.

He feels a flood of fury at himself for messing his puppet's training up, and Anti's self loathing is only ever taken out on others. So he slams the iron down on Chase's bare thigh with a howl loud enough to match the one that comes out of Chase. Chase wails like he's being killed but makes no attempt to pull away. He knows to sit still during punishment even in his delirious state. Anti holds it there as the putrid smell of burning flesh puffs around them. Anti laughs wildly, lifting it up only to slam it down onto Chase's hand, pinning it to the floor. The head of the iron covers his entire palm and scalds his flesh.

"P-please," Chase begs at last, choked. "Please stop! Pl-please!"

Anti bares his teeth at him, still not satisfied. "You should've begged me when you had the chance." And with that he lifts the iron and swings the heavy metal hard against Chase's head, concussing him into unconsciousness, his body limply sagging against the wall.

Anti pants, staring at Chase's body until the anger passes. As his adrenaline dies off the smell of Chase's blistering, red-white flesh becomes obvious and disgusting. "Ugh," he pinches his nose. JJ, get out here and bandage him, he calls to the other consciousness. Jameson is silent in terror. Jameson fucking Jackson, Anti says, practically grabbing his husband's soul by its scruff as he throws him into control.

JJ blinks to full awareness and clutches his chest, heart pounding. He casts his wide-eyed gaze down at his master's pet, taking in the horrific blistering and almost neon red glows on his skin in the shapes of an iron's head. He touches his forehead, dizzy with the scent, and stumbles to the bathroom to gather bandaging and ointment.

Chase lays unconscious, slumped on the floor with his ruined hand twitching and weeping.

#chase brody #antisepticeye #whump #whumpee #whumper #writersofjack #writers of jack #jameson jackson #angry whumper #burn whump #captivity whump #jacksepticeye fanfic

[bookwormscififan]

Only

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A/N: Inspired by the Imagine Dragons song 'Only'. JJ just really misses having Shawn as his roommate.

Motivation came from the off-key humming in the kitchen.

Swearing was learned from the toymaker roommate.

Sometimes JJ thought he could still pick up the phone to talk to him.

There was a whole lifetime between them, and JJ had missed it because of a stupid mishap with time.

Suddenly he was in the 21st century and Shawn was nowhere to be found.

It was like an ocean had swept Shawn up and pulled him away.

And Jameson never got to say goodbye.

Puppets and masters and controls.

Stabbings and pumpkins and games.

Sometimes in dreams he could still hear Shawn’s laugh.

He spent days at Shawn’s grave.

#writing #fanfiction #jacksepticeye fanfiction #jacksepticeye #jse x origins #imagine dragons #origins #jse egos #jameson jackson #shawn flynn (mentioned) #angst

[aworldforastage]

rough reading notes: an irresponsible list of danmei recommendations

When I get frustrated about not finishing novels, I, very counterintuitively, look up more novels to read.

Recently I looked up so many "promising" novels I'm getting confused myself, so I decided to just write them out for my own reference -- so I can sort of distinguish between the twelve historical political novels that feature political enemies who are secretly in love with each other.

I think it may be fun to come back to this post later to see how many of these I actually read.

I say this (untranslated) list is irresponsible because I haven't read any of these novels -- the descriptions could be inaccurate or misleading. I don't actually know.

Historical/Political Novels (rebirth/transmigration)

桓容 by 来自远方 -- [transmigration, political] -- The good news is the main character has transmigrated as a rich young lord, but the bad news is his father wants to launch an insurrection while the rest of his family are full of drama. So he can't just sit back and be a rich playboy and needs to figure out a strategy for survival

流放三千里 by 慕君年 -- [transmigration, political, "farming"] -- a transmigrator and a young lord both end up as exiled convicts due to political upheaval. They rebuild their lives and eventually take the throne.

穿成帝王的心腹大患 by 弃脂焚椒 -- [transmigration, political] -- While mocking an Emperor's legacy/reputation at his exhibit in a museum, the shou transmigrates and his comments are heard by the entire court. He is forced to being "brutally honest" in front of the "tyrant", who is frustratingly amused and gradually impressed

宫廷生存纪事 by 妾在山阳 -- [transmigration, reincarnation] -- shou transmigrates and needs to create good karma as the tyrant gong in a dogblood scum gong novel -- while sharing a body with the tyrant … it got on my radar because of the AD drama that has since been delayed due to production drama …

我以为我拿的渣攻剧本 by 七果茶 -- [rebirth, political] -- Emperor thinks his guard/general wants to overthrow him when the guard is actually secretly and desperately in love. Two people who living in different genres. Intersex shou + mpreg.

Historical/Political Novels (straight timeline)

瑞鹤归 by 崎怪 -- [revenge, political] -- Emperor murdered family of loyal general and is overthrown by the real traitors. Thirteen years later, a poor student and a rich young lord meet in the capital. They banter and fight but there is a secret legacy of blood trailing behind them both

逆君侯 by 仙气十足 -- [political, secret pining] -- Emperor is secretly in love with a young lord, but they are politically opposed (?)

以权谋君 by 有绥 -- [political, secret pining] -- two power players in the political game are actually pining hard for each other, but can't admit it or be together because of their circumstances

将卿 by 临安教司 -- [revenge, old rivalries] -- a young master's family is destroyed in a political plot, and he himself endures torture and humiliation, made into a plaything, until a new emperor takes the throne. He returns to the capital, determined to destroy his old classmate and crush, whom he believes was responsible for the fall of his family

思君终有迹 by 赤水小树 -- [political, romance] -- a powerless prince is made into a puppet emperor, but his throne and empire is saved by the intervention of a feudal lord (warlord). The prince falls in love with the lord, who starts to love him back, but the throne and the feudal powers remain fundamentally opposed in the political theater, which does not bode will for their romance

帝策臣轨 by 竹下寺中一老翁 -- [political, angst] -- a poor scholar and trapped prince eventually become subject and emperor. First installment in a shared universe by the author. the Free on JJ.

愿以山河聘 by 浮白曲 -- [political] -- "An Empire as a Betrothal Gift". very popular on JJ and recommended a lot, but once again I have no idea what the plot is actually about except it's "political"

望尽山河 by 蒟蒻蒟蒻 --[political, childhood friend] -- a guard hides in a prince's estate to avoid unwanted attention from the Emperor, and meets the blind shuo. They become very important to each other, and eventually the gong becomes a general and the shou receives the title of Prince, but the shuo's political ambitions clash with the gong's idealism …

本王和政敌清清白白 by 梦里长安躲雨人 -- [political, misunderstanding] -- the prince is rumoured to be a lecher and have kept a now-powerful noble as a male favorite. He returns to the capital, to a different political order and the same ridiculous rumours …

Historical Novels (dog blood/old school vibes?)

慕容猊 by 玄朱 -- [old school, lorc x guard] -- a guard becomes "something more" with his lord after an accident. He wants to die as a loyal guard but circumstances change. transmigrated gong, supposedly, and there are two shous with a 1vs1 endgame.

爱有多重 by 三更雨 -- [scum gong, "substitute", prince x guard] -- prince gong requests the shou to become a guard in his estate, and treats him like a toy while pining after a different young man

雪山上的慕容纸 by 橙子雨 -- [reconciliation?] -- "ten years ago, he let the person he loves the most go. Now, on the verge of death, the man comes back to make a final apology …"

长风万里 by 水天 -- [old school, political] -- idealistic young scholar enters court in a troubled nation, and works on his political vision, while there the other power players who wants to intimidate or trick him. Has several gong "candidates", not sure if there is a "change the gong"

调教系列之-陪�� by 蓝刹 -- [harem, prince x guard] -- he follows a princess to her new kingdom as a part of her marriage entourage, expecting to a be guard in the palace. Until he gets entangled with her prince husband …

碧血噬情 by 魔烟 -- [old school, lord x guard, angst] -- betrayal and reconciliation. very old story and sounds kind of dogblood? Less well-known sister piece to:

绝剑弄风 by 魔烟 -- [old school, master x servant] -- loyal and pining servant eventually winning over his master with sincere feeling and loyalty

一世倾情 by 烟是 -- [old school, forced relationship] -- an emperor forces the political hostage into a relationship with him

灼卓其华 by neleta -- [palace intrigue] -- shou enters the imperial harem as a "concubine". He was planning to fade into obscurity, but unexpectedly the emperor notices him

Jianghu/Wuxia Novels

捕快春秋 by 绾刀 -- [mystery, historical] -- a local constable and disgraced student are both misunderstood outcasts. They end up working together to solve cases (?) Super long 1.8 million words. free on JJ.

朽木充栋梁 by 酥油饼 -- [jianghu/wuxia] -- the only son of a jianghu legend is only pretending to live up to the legendary reputation he has inherited. It sounds like it's supposed to be a comedy.

江湖绝杀令 by 即若离 -- [jianghu, fanfic] -- fanfic of Gu Long's The Legend of Lu Xiaofeng, shipping the popular Hua Manluo x Lu Xiaofeng

楚天月色 by 蒟蒻蒟蒻 -- [jianghu] -- 90k short story. Not sure what it's about but it's recommended a lot as a wuxia story.

假凤虚凰 by 荷风吹 -- [wuxia, long] -- childhood "enemies" --> forced marriage --> martial brothers --> jianghu legacies. 1.5 million words. Has an AD adaptation that never finished.

Non-historical Novels

宋玉章 by 冻感超人 -- [republican era, mistaken identity, mulitple love interets] -- a man takes up the identity of a rich young master after a storm at sea, and starts a new rich and frivolous lifestyle. Multiple love interests but 1v1 endgame. Very popular recent story on JJ.

第三者 by 二冬 -- [modern, relationship in crisis] -- Scum gong cheats, but turns out he is cheating with an alternate personality of the same shou. What do you do about a relationship at this point?

天堑 by 舒仔仔 -- [fantasy/xuanhuan] -- main character kills his romantic rival and forces the heavenly prince to marry him, and is kind of insane and "happy" about this forced relationship. Gods vs demons.

剑出寒山 by 好大一卷卫生纸 -- [xianxia, faked death] -- a cultivator has impeccable reputation except a supposedly ordinary cultivation partner who is unworthy of him. Then the cultivator dies and everyone realizes that cultivation partner is not so ordinary. Fairly popular on JJ but has a large number of 1 star ratings -- not sure what's the drama there.

#historical danmei #political danmei #not done reading yet

[fvischer]

Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio!

Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio!

I saw a screening of Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio at the Chinese Theater a few weeks ago, followed by a Q & A hosted by JJ Abrams with the master filmmaker and composer Alexandre Desplat, Christoff Waltz and other cast members, writers and producers. In the lobby were some of the actual puppet characters. Great fun!

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