Promise

✨He✨

Jameson Jackson and Colonel William J. Barnum fought in the war together and Nobody Can Change My Mind

esteemed Colonel William J. Barnum takes a liking to a scrappy young British fighter just as likely to get you in a shot as at the end of his bayonet… all too used to being ignored by his commanding officers, Jameson’s loyalty to the Colonel grows due to his attempts to communicate with him and his refusal to let “dead-tongue Jackson” isolate himself… William never seems to treat Jameson any differently than anybody else, just chatters easily, gruffly, cheerfully to him, clapping him hard on the shoulder and advising him to “run along, now, Jackson!” in that deep graveling voice… finally, they find themselves together on the front, soaked in the mud, guns clenched… “Seems we’re just about the last men standing! Made it to the end, didn’t we, my boy!” calls the Colonel over the sounds of gunshot, and Jameson thinks to himself “that we did, old chap” and gives him a grin that says it too, only for the gaze between them to be broken by the crack of a bullet and a flash of blood from William’s head… anguished, JJ drags him back towards help, taking a wound on his leg, but never stopping… it seems impossible that they return, that he is even conscious to pull William back to safety, but he does it, he does it, and everyone is staring at him as he staggers into camp and collapses…. William wakes up and turns his head and Jameson is the first thing he sees, asleep beside him… everyone is talking about how far they made it and how they managed to return and both survive… both are awarded and applauded, but they just want to sit in silence for each other for a while, and rest….

Too soon Jameson is called away to another battle. William writes to him, once, twice, thrice, teasing him more and more every time for not responding, but a letter never comes. Months later, once the war is done, William connects with Jameson’s commanding officer, demanding to know where he’s gone. But all there is left of Jameson is an empty battlefield and the words “MIA” written beside his name on a record somewhere…

Curiosity Killed the Cat: Chapter 10

What Swallows the Light 

Chapter 9: [x] Read from the beginning: [x]

(AN: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I HATE THAT WRITING IS SO HARD FOR ME RN AHHH I LOVE Y’ALL THANKS FOR STICKING WITH THIS- THE END IS NEAR!! LIkE MAYBE 3-4 MORE CHAPTERS!! EEEEE!!) 

The boys regrouped at Chase’s studio- exhausted and spent but determined to look for Marvin using any means necessary. Well… most of them.

Jackie was desperate- desperate to do anything but resort to Jameson’s suggestion… he was not ready to face Phantom again.

His limbs still ached from the abuse he suffered at the hand of the mad conman. But, he wasn’t scared. Superheroes don’t get scared.

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Maybe “Guilty”, a scenario where Jackie realized poor JJ is starving after giving his precious big brother his food?

It didn’t take much exertion of Jackie’s enhanced hearing to catch the unhappy growling of Jameson’s stomach. The gentleman immediately turned red, pressing his arm against his middle as if to stifle the noise as Jackie glanced over in surprise. “You okay?”

“Yes, I…I’m fine,” he mumbled queasily. Jackie’s brows knit at his pale complexion and the way he fidgeted, curling in on himself. Just a little while ago, he had said he wasn’t hungry and pawned off his bowl of soup. Why did he look so jittery now?

“Jameson…” he began, concern taking over as he rose from his chair. “Did you get anything else to eat after you gave me the soup?”

“T-There was nothing else. The shopping’s not been done.”

“What? Why didn’t you tell me?! I could’ve run to the store to get something for you and been back by now!” Running a hand through his hair, he stuttered, guilt sinking like a rock in his – full, satisfied – stomach. “Seriously, why didn’t you say something?!”

“I didn’t want to impose or make a fuss,” he protested weakly, wincing as his stomach whined again. “This is your day off work, your day to rest, and you deserved a fine meal to enjoy – ”

“My day off doesn’t mean anything to me if you’re here making yourself sick for my sake! That’s not right!” Grabbing his jacket and the nearest paper and pen, he shoved the latter at him as he wrangled the clothing on. “Write down what you want. Anything. I’m going to get it right now.”

Happy birthday, JJ!

Hope our favourite dapper man has an awesome day today, and I hope you guys have a Happy Halloween! Stay safe you guys!

Some more DarkPuppet, my beloveds

Stringed Up

(TW: Needles, blood, Anti being Anti, electric shocks, and some good ol’ puppetry~)

“I’ve got no stri̡͉̘͓̬̖n̖͚͓͓̲̻g̨̧̬͕͕͖s̫̝̺̰͖͉ ̧̥̯̗͎̳ to hold me down~” The humming came from somewhere on Jameson’s right, a needle poked through his right arm, as his master slid a red string into the mutes arms, he winced, blood poked out from in-between his new strings, “Do you know why I like you JJ?~” Anti tapped the back of his skull, grinning, “You can’t scream. I do enjoy the wails every so often, but god, your eyes are so expressive its almost like your still scr̴̅͝e̵̾̓a̴̓̽m̴̿̚ing.” He inched his finger down JJ’s forehead and hovered over his right eye which was crying, his lips trembled, the fedora had been removed in this operation, he felt yet another needle poke into his neck, his masters breath cold and smelling of iron, “Now….Hold still.” His mouth opened in a silent scream as a wire was forced in, glistening with his blood he watched in horror as Anti plugged it into a socket.

Shocks convulsed throughout him as his new strings were pulled by Anti’s hands, slick with his own blood, feeling faint he was pulled to his feet, his hair standing on end, “Now….you should know why I gave you these strings, I want to see you dance.” He looked sick for a moment, wanting so badly to move his bruised fingers, but he found he could not move his limbs at all, unless his master pulled one to his whim. “Perhaps you didn’t hear me. I said…..d̵̪̠̐̂ä̸̳̳́̒ǹ̵͖͕̅c̷̱͎̅͠ȩ̸͈̋̚.” Yet another shock went through Jameson’s body as his arm was lifted in a makeshift pose, bowing before his master who’s grin was wide and made JJ’s stomach churn, he felt his feet start to move uselessly beneath him, as Anti hummed more of the song.

“I’ve got no strings to hold me down

To make me fret

To make me frown

I had strings…..” He pulled Jameson into his arms, tangling the strings around his puppets neck, watching the mute choke silently, eyes begging for release, “Good Puppet~” He let him go, watching him fall to the ground, breathing heavily, he walked forward, kicking him onto his back and causing yet another shock to go through the mute, his vision going black for a moment as he heard his master hiss the last lyric in his ear as he grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up to pet his hair. “But now I’m free….There are no strings o̸͇̭͊͝n̵̥͕̋̚ ̵̨̬͒̊m̴̡͙̾͠e̶̻̮͌͋~”

(A/N: Oh boyyyyyyy this ones been comin’ for a while, actually, I had like a vision on what I wanted to do, but not how to go about it, thanks to some….lets say inspiration, I finally got it done, its a bit short but ya know…..)

Tag list: @anti–anon @wyverwithy @darcywillfindyou @pumpkin-demon (again if you wanna be added or removed let me know)

Egotober Day 20: Weapon

—please don’t edit or steal, like/reblog instead—

Phantoms

Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Two

A JSE Fanfic

Oh wow, second chapter already? :O Yeah I was really excited to keep writing this. Fantasy is my element; I’ve returned home. After wandering out into the woods for so long, Chase wakes up in an unfamiliar location. Where is he? Who are these strange masked people who have found him? And what happened back in his village? Answers will follow, as we meet new people…including a couple boys that us readers will know :D

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Chase woke up slowly, over the course of what had to be a few minutes. First, he was aware of weight, something pressing down on him. It was warm. And that felt really, really good. Because there was a coldness in his core that he couldn’t quite shake, sending chills across his skin. After the weight, sound came trickling in. There wasn’t much of it. Just some strange scratching sounds, and occasionally footsteps, which echoed. It was only after registering the echo that thoughts started to form. Where…where was he? How’d he get here? Last he remembered, he was…in the forest? It was dark. Was it nighttime? Chase found it hard to recall.

He finally opened his eyes. It was difficult; they felt weighed down. But he did it. And once his eyes were open, he saw…stone. Rough, natural stone, not stone bricks. The light was strong, but flickering. And completely unfamiliar.

Turning his head to the side was an effort, but he managed. He was on a bed, he recognized that much. With a few layers of blankets, including one made of fur on top. Again, completely unfamiliar. As was the rough stone room he found himself in. Some sort of cave…? But then why was there a bed in a cave? No, scratch that. There was a whole row of beds, he could see them extending to the side, along with a couple rickety wooden chairs. And, currently sitting down in one of those chairs, was a woman with a bird face.

“Wh…?” Chase tried to sit up, but the blankets were too heavy, and his body felt weak, so he gave up easily.

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I was bored so I started playing around with Mark and Jack’s eye colors. I think these turned out okay for a first try! ^^”