Whumptober #31: Prisoner

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

Heyo! For the one worded prompt, how about: relax with JJ? 💚💚

Curled up in bed, with a magic glow to protect him, Chase hums softly as he plays with JJ’s hair, pushing it out of his face and stroking it gently. Jameson’ chest slowly rises and falls, his mustache faintly twitching every now and then.

At least Jameson no longer cries or coughs. His fever has finally gone down and he can have small amounts of soup. 

The song Chase sings is an old Irish lullaby, one he would sing to his children to help them sleep at night. He faintly remembers it being about an old faerie legend, where a selkie’s voice could break hearts of stone.

Jameson’s eyelids flutter open. He turns sideways, acknowledging Chase. Chase smiles and gently pecks his forehead.

“How ya feeling, kiddo?” Chase whispers. JJ shrugs as well as he can and smiles.

“Schneep says your fever broke, so you should be back on your feet in no time,” Chase continues. Jameson wiggles his moustache contentedly, and closes his eyes again.

Chase can feel his own eyelids grow heavy, but there something catches his eye. A screen reads, [Thanks for looking after me. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.}

JJ has only just started learning how to use magic to make screens, this must be draining him.

“You don’t owe me a thing,” Chase said. “Just relax, JJ.” The vlogger kisses JJ’s head.

{Good night, Chase.]

“Good night, JJ.”

For @kofi-king, who wished for JJ and Chase cuddling <3333

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Radio Silence

Description: Amazed and overwhelmed by the new technologies that the other egos have introduced, JJ is happy to find some peace and solace in listening to the radio, and his new friend :)

(TW: No triggers this time, at least I think)

The sequence of beeps startled JJ out of his stupor of listening to a rather nice station, he blinked, a smile lighting on his face as he noted the frequency had changed, another sequence of beeps came through, and he hastily translated, writing it down via paper, and prepared his reply.

……-.. .-.. — / .— .- – . … — -. –..– / …. — .– / .- .-. . / -.– — ..- / - — -.. .- -.– ..–.. (Hello Jameson, how are you today?) The man blinked at the rather odd politeness, his newly discovered friend, who had called themselves ‘Ti’ in their first correspondence, always had something quirky to say as a greeting, but he assumed it was because they had a stressful day, he assumed their job was very hard, given that the messages he received were few and far-between.

.-. .- - ……-. / .– . .-.. .-.. –..– / – -.– / –. — — -.. / ..-. .-. .. . -. -.. –..– / .. … / … — – . - …. .. -. –. / - …. . / – .- - - . .-. ..–.. (Rather well, my good friend, is something the matter?) He tapped his foot impatiently, awaiting the answer he heard a knock on the door, “JJ buddy, we’re gonna have dinner in a few minutes, you have anything in mind? Cuz Jackie was just gonna make pasta again-” Chase’s voice called through the door, he walked up and opened the door, smiling at the tired looking ego, ‘Pasta sounds wonderful, my good sir!’ he motioned, a wonder, this Sign Language was, he marveled at its brilliance, but it was nice every now and again to sit down and be near what he could of the old times, “Alright bud, see ya downstairs in a bit.” Chase nodded, running down the hall, and once he was gone he could again hear the sequence, turning back towards the radio he once again translated the message.

-. — - …. .. -. –. –..– / .— ..- … - / .-. .- - ……-. / -… — .-. . -.. .-.-.- / .. .—-. …- . / -… . . -. / - …. .. -. -.- .. -. –. –..– / – .- -.– -… . / .– . / … …. — ..- .-.. -.. / – . . - .-.-.- (Nothing, just rather bored. I’ve been thinking, maybe we should meet.) His eyes widened, he had suggested meeting to Ti before, but the mysterious messenger was always insistent that they weren’t fun to hang out with, a thought he found preposterous, from what he had gathered, Ti was a wonderful individual, a fan of all the novels he had read, a rather clever wit if they could learn morse code, he would scoff at the thought if he could in fact, well, scoff. .. / .– — ..- .-.. -.. / -… . / -.…-.. .. –. …. - . -.. / - — / ..-. .. -. .- .-.. .-.. -.– / – . . - / ..-. .- -.-. . / - — / ..-. .- -.-. . –..– / .– …. .- - / - .. – . ..–.. (I would be delighted to finally meet face to face, what time?) He had always assumed Ti lived in the area, given they had talked about the same place for quite a long time, it had to be the case

.–…-. …. .- .–. … / - — – — .-. .-. — .– / – — .-. -. .. -. –. ..–.. / .. / …. .- …- . / - …. . / -.. .- -.– / ..-. .-… (Perhaps tomorrow morning? I have the day free) He grinned at that, it just so happened he had that day free as well, as Marvin wouldn’t have his next show until the afternoon, Schneep was busy doing shifts at the hospital, Chase had visitation with his children and Jackie would be out and about buying groceries, - …. .- - .—-. … / .–…-. ..-. . -.-. - –..– / .- -.-. - ..- .- .-.. .-.. -.– –..– / .– ……-. . / . -..- .- -.-. - .-.. -.– ..–.. (That’s perfect, actually, where exactly?) A static sound came from the frequency, loud and so intrusive it made JJ jump, followed by a cut-off bit of beeps -….- — -. .—-. - / –. — .-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.- - .-. .- .–. another sequence followed rather speedily after that one .- …. –..– / – -.– / …. .- -. -.. / … .-.. .. .–. .–. . -.. / — -. / - …. .- - / — -. . –..– / -.. — -. .—-. - / - .-. .- -. … .-.. .- - . –..– / .. - … / .- / – . … … .-.-.- (ah, my hand slipped on that one, don’t translate, its a mess.) JJ who had just written down the sequence, quickly erased it, .–…-. …. .- .–. … / — ..- - … .. -.. . / - …. .- - / -.-. .- ..-. . / .– . / -… — - …. / .-.. .. -.- . ..–.. / .. .—-. …- . / -… . . -. / -.. -.– .. -. –. / ..-. — .-. / … — – . / -.-. — ..-. ..-… –..– / .-.. .- - . .-.. -.– .-.-.- (Perhaps outside that cafe we both like? I’ve been dying for some coffee, lately.) His stomach gurgled at the thought of a good cup of coffee as he remembered dinner was almost ready, he found he was slouching at the nice white noise in the background as he put his reply, … — ..- -. -.. … / .– — -. -.…-. ..-. ..- .-.. –..– / .. .—-. – / .- ..-. .-. .- .. -.. / .. / …. .- …- . / - — / –. . - / –. — .. -. –. / - …. — ..- –. …. –..– / -.. .. -. -…-. / .. … / .- .-.. – — … - / .-…- -.. -.– .-.-.- (Sounds wonderful, I’m afraid I have to get going though, dinner is almost ready.) He typed a quick farewell, leaving the radio on by total accident as another sequence of beeps followed, … . . / -.– — ..- / … — — -. –..– / .— .— / —… -.–.- 

The next day, after Marvin’s show…

Marvin walked into JJ’s room, concerned as to why he never showed up for his magic, the man had always enjoyed seeing the tricks he had pulled, as the radio played a song, it let out a static burst yet again, and the sequence itself was unmistakable.

… — …

… — …

.̙.͎.̩ ̙-̢-͜-͙ ̜.͓.̱.͕

(A/N: Oh no what happened to poor JJ?~ ;) Nah but seriously idk where this idea came from but take I guess? And again, if you would like to be removed or added to the tag list please let me know!)

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"Youve been trying to deal with this yourself?" Marvin to JJ?

I am so sorry for how long this took! D: I hope you enjoy anyway!

Jameson squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth. He pulled his shirt over his arm, his breath shaking as the fabric slid over the wound. Even through the bandages, he could feel it. It was so sensitive, and getting worse by the day! But he couldn’t complain. It was nothing compared to what his brothers endured on the regular.

He took a deep breath. He could suck it up. What was one scratch compared to the countless injuries Jackie was constantly nursing? The cuts and bruises Marvin always had? The constant struggle Chase was always going through? The stress that always wore Schneep down to a point beyond exhaustion? How could Jameson complain about something as small as a scratch on his arm?

He’d learned enough from the doctor to know how to bandage it properly. So he’d taken care of it on his own. He set a smile on his face and went downstairs. Marvin was the only other one awake yet. He looked up and grinned. “Hey! Finally, someone else is awake!”

“How long have you been up?”

“…I’m not sure. Since before sunrise, I know that.”

Jameson laughed and sat down next to Marvin. Snappers emerged from Marvin’s cape, looking at Jameson from Marvin’s shoulder. “Good morning, Snappers! he said as cheerfully as he could. The little dragon hopped down from Marvin’s shoulder and started sniffing at Jameson’s arm. She made a noise of concern.

Marvin furrowed his brows. "Hey, what’s wrong?” Snappers sniffed and made the noise again. She clawed at Jameson’s sleeve. “Snappers, stop that!” Marvin scolded. The dragon climbed up the couch cusiononto the back of the couch. She sniffed at Jameson’s upper arm.

Jameson suppressed his panic. “What on earth are you doing, you funny little-AHG, OW!” Snappers had brushed her nose against the scratch. Jameson clutched his arm, squeezing it so right that it went from agonizing to numb. He whimpered.

Marvin grabbed Snapperws and moved her to his lap. “JJ, what’s wrong with your arm?”

Jameson knew he couldn’t deny anything at this point. “It-it’s really nothing. Just a scrape.”

“No way you had that reaction with just a scrape. Show me your arm.”

“It’s truly nothing! No need to concern yourself with it, I’m perfectly-”

“We both know I don’t believe this. Just show me, please.”

Jameson sighed. He pulled his sleeve up to his shoulder. The bandages were hardly pristine anymore, blood having soaked through completely. Marvin carefully unwrapped the bandages. Jameson hissed as the air stung the wound when it was uncovered.

Marvin gaped at it. “You’ve been trying to deal with this yourself? It’s huge! And it looks like it’s getting infected!”

“I thought, well I thought it was miniscule compared to what everyone else always has to handle! I didn’t want to be a bother!”

“Miniscule?! It’s almost shoulder to elbow length!” Marvin shouted incredulously. He stood up. “We’re getting Schneep. Right now.”

“But he has so much to worry over already! It wouldn’t be right, throwing my own problems at him!”

“He’ll have lot more to worry about if it gets worse!” Marvin took a deep breath. “You’re not being a bother, okay? People get hurt. It happens.” His expression softened. “You know you aren’t a bother, right?”

“I…I suppose.”

“Come on. Let’s get you fixed up.”

(I’m very tired, I hope this is decent!)

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

“I’ll consider it.”

Tortured Inkblot

I love doing symmetry drawings so I wanted to experiment with dark lolz I always associate him with optical illusions cause he technically is one ghhjvjvj

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Puppets

TW: Slight Mentions of dislocated limbs, broken bones, bleeding, and angst

Description: JJ always liked Puppets, its just that the word ‘puppet’ had a different meaning now

JJ always found puppets fascinating, he remembered making a sock puppet once when he was little after seeing a puppet theatre show at elementary school, he couldn’t remember his name because it was so long ago, but he remembers playing with it fondly and even putting on his own shows for show and tell.

‘Puppet’ had a different meaning now. He remembers the flash, the glitch forward as everything around him suddenly grew too bright, too loud, too colorful, disoriented, confused, but he had friends….Maybe even brothers.

Finding out puppets were still a thing was a relief, as were radios, books, everything that he knew from the old times still existed, but he couldn’t shake the feeling every time he saw a puppet show online, he remembers the tingle in the back of his neck, as if an invisible claw had pricked a string. He shook it off at the time, just a weird twinge in his spine. It was fine.

He was too late to do anything when they all got taken. He was too late to save them. He was too late to see his own strings get pulled.

He played the Morse again, a slight whisper in his ear told him no one cared, no one was there, he gritted his teeth and walked spindly towards the door after no answer he passed by a room, hesitantly opened the door and on the shelf was them. Limbs sticking out in odd angles, mouths agape as if JJ had surprised them, but he knew that wasn’t the case, a single string was wrapped around ones throat, along with a stethoscope, another, his cape frayed, burned, his eyes bleeding as he tried to speak to JJ but all that came out was a harsh rasping breath. He heard the voice again, and his own strings snapped into place as he robotically took his own place on the shelf, and the door behind him closed and locked, and his eyes shut as he heard the squish of the knife right as the magician let out a rasping squeak, a harsh voice answering “Shut up. Puppets aren’t supposed to talk,  kͧ͒ǐͦẗ́ͤͪť̈y̐͗ ̃͋ͬ͒̿͆c͒ͭ̂̄̏͌ͫâ͂t~̇ͨ͒” ‘Puppet’ had a different meaning now

JJ was always fascinated by Puppets and the way they couldn’t move.

Its Just that he and his Fr̕i͡en͢ds were now like that too.

(A/N: Oops I dropped some angst oh noooo :P If you wanna be added to the tag list feel free to DM me or shoot me an ask I will gladly add you!)

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It doesn't take a killer to murder

It only takes the reason to kill

We've all got evidence of innocence

Its everything's coincidence

The difference twixt fate and free will

Is the way you're singin' ooooh

Could you take a look at me?

Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad?

Week 6 of @project-creatusannus (week 5 here), a tribute to wkm and probably my biggest project. Lyrics are from Will Wood’s “Laplace’s Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!)”. Reblogs are very appreciated,, I’m really proud of this!!

*shyly enters* Um--hi? Could I get a puppet!Chase and a scared Jameson? Who about the word 'salvation' as a little motivator. UwU

(Sorry this took so long!)

“Chase, I’m begging you, you must snap out of it!” JJ put his hands up, edging closer to the kitchen counter.

Chase’s strings held his arm up, steady and locked on target. “R̡e͢l̴ąx̢, JJ̛.͞ ͏Th̀i҉s̷ ҉is ͡fo͢r the best̴.̸” He tilted his head, smiling, the blood leaking from his eyes changing course. Some of it got in his mouth. He didn’t react to it. “We͟ ͞g͡ęt̶ t̡o ́sta̶y t́o͡ģéth͞er this̸ way!͞”

“There’s no danger of us being torn apart, save for Anti! You’re stronger than those strings, fight them!”

“A̢n̕ti̸ ̡i̢s ͞h̢eĺp͝ing!” Chase pulled the trigger and JJ ducked, the bullet grazing his hat. JJ got back up, his hands shaking as he reached for the counter to steady himself. Chase seethed, scowling at his little brother. “J́a̛ck w͢an̢t҉s͘ to̸ ͠ke̸ep̢ ͞u̶s àll a͟pa̛r̕t̢!̵ He ͢wa̢nts me al̛one ͢a͟nd J̴a͝c͘kįe g̷o̢ǹe ąn͡d͟ M҉a҉ŗv̷i̴n͟ ̨ín ͡h͘id͘i͢n̨g͠ a͜ńd Sch͞ņe̕e͞p ̀a͟way ͏on̡ ͠a̡ beàc̕h҉ som̛e͞wh̛ere ́a̴n͘d̕ yo͘u͏ stuck i̕n t̵h̨is stu̸pi͟d͏ ̵ho͠use a҉nd͞ ̨fǫr A̛nti̴ t̶o ̢be ͢i̵s̡o͞làte̵d͞ ̛a͏n͡d ̀dem̸oni̛ze͠d!”

“He is a demon! You don’t mean these things!” JJ walked closer, his arms wrapped tightly around himself, his hands hidden from view. “He’s put thoughts in your head and words in your mouth, none of which would ever belong to you!” JJ reached out with one hand and grabbed the gun in Chase’s. He was still right in front of it, the barrel touching his chest. “You’re no puppet, Chase Brody!”

“Yoų'̨ll͟ ҉s̷e͘e̴.̡ W̡h͏ęn he give̷ yo͘u҉ ̷st҉rin͠g̛s ҉too,҉ ͡y͝ou'́ll̕ ͝see t͠he̕ ͝tr̀u҉t̵h.” Chase pressed the gun into JJ’s chest, hard enough that it would surely bruise. “Dơǹ’t ͜m̕a̵ke ̵me do͝ t̸ḩi̷s, ͠J̢J.̧”

“I won’t make you do anything, Chase, unlike that monster who’s strung you up like this.” JJ let his own power flow into him for a moment, turning him to sepia.

And revealing where exactly those strings had been tied.

Quick as he could he moved his free arm, Marvin’s magic thread scissors shining with soft blue light despite his power trying to turn it sepia, and he snipped the string on Chase’s arm.

Chase screamed, his arm going limp, falling to his side as the gun fell to the ground. JJ went for the other arm, and for the ones around his ankles, and the one squeezing his throat. Bit by bit, snip by snip, Chase went limp, until he fell to the ground completely.

“It seems Anti used some older thread on you, didn’t he? I wasn’t sure that would work.” JJ knelt down, and with more struggle than he’d care to admit, picked Chase up and took him to the couch. “You’ll be alright, I promise. I’ll just call Marvin and Jackie and Schneep and you’ll be fine. No-one is leaving you, Chase. We’re all staying together. No matter what Anti says or does, we’re staying together.”

Poor Marvin XD

The Unofficial Meeting ft. My OC Cecilia as “The Butterfly” This is the first time Marvin encountered Jackie, where Cecilia delivered his future husband like a very aggressive Amazon delivery woman!

I’ve had this comics in the works since July, and I’m super happy I finally picked it up again - I’ve missed Young Marvin and Jackie! 

Reblogs appreciated! <3