18 And 22 All Dah Angst Between My Sons! Jackie And JJ

How about a little Jameson Jackson Closet Cosplay…?

These were a hell of a lot of fun to make! I admit I don’t own a bowler hat, but I wore the one I had backwards and it was totally fine. xD Anyway! Enjoy!

JJ belongs to: @therealjacksepticeye

MY SINK BACKED UP AND FUCKEN FLOODED MY KITCHEN

STINKY WATER FLOOD AHHHHHHH

IM SICK OF BEING AN ADULT TAKE ME AWAY

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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Based on a post by @marksandrec 🙌 All these theories are making me like JJ more oh no 😬

This Just looks awsome And if you havent read the Fanfiction yet Do it its an awsome one!

Antisepticeye from my latest book on Wattpad called ‘Used to the Cage’

Check it out for this pic to make complete sense lol

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Reblogs appreciated :)

Oh Ja! Mal sehen wie viele Ihre Sprache reden werden und wie viele Google Übersetzer nehmen werden ich frage mich wie viele deutsche hier sind OwO

now that tumblr's banned the english language we should all just start communicating in our native languages, getting to decipher what everything means will be half the fun

rip to the monolingual english speakers though yall will be missed

The Calm and the Storm

Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Nine

A JSE Fanfic

Finally, we reach the action! Henrik, Chase, and the others are here to rescue Marvin! Will everything go smoothly? Either way, I’m excited to show you guys :D I’ve been planning this for a while now, and it’s nice to finally have another actiony part in this AU. And, yeah, I have nothing else to say. Short author’s note. Hope you guys enjoy ^-^

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Chase woke up to someone shaking him. He rolled over, and looked up to see Henrik. “Hhrm?”

“Ah, sorry to wake you,” Henrik said apologetically. “But we are about to start planning. I thought you would want to join.”

“Oh. Right.” Chase sat up, and looked around. It didn’t really feel like any time had passed since he’d laid down to take a nap. And it didn’t look like it had, either, since the windows to the inn room were thick, blocking out all light when they were drawn. “Of course.”

“Great. We are meeting in the other room. Follow me.”

They were planning in another inn room, which was rather small with about fifteen people crowded into it. By the time Henrik and Chase arrived, all available sitting areas had been taken, including on top of the beds. Chase closed the door behind him as they entered, and awkwardly leaned against the nearby wall.

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Can you do a part 2 to the Henrik and Jameson neglect story? Maybe with him finding the guy who threatened him or telling one of his brothers whats going on?

(You know what? I don’t write the Septics od watch Jack anymore but fuck it, I’m feelin’ funky tonight and may as well give the boys another try. Plus, I just re-read it and the story made me sad, so let’s fix that.)

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three weeks.

It’s been... three weeks.

Not a word spoken to JJ, not a glance thrown his way.

Schneep had received more photos. Pictures taken through windows. Whoever this stalker is, they must be taking tips from Anti. It seems like they’re always watching.

“What did I do?” JJ signs, day after day.

Schneep doesn’t reply.

“What did I do?” JJ says with his slides.

Schneep pretends he doesn’t see it.

Marvin has taken over any and all of JJ’s medical care. Schneep didn’t ask him to. After that first incident... Marvin took it into his own hands.

... Schneep’s never felt so low in his life.

And the pictures are gleeful. Shots of him crying in his room (he’s since left the curtains shut at all times), shots of him ignoring a bleeding and sometimes sobbing JJ, shots of him just... just...

...

Jackie knocks on his door.

“Henrik?”

Schneep quickly wipes his eyes. If Jackie is using his first name, that means a very serious talk is about to take place. He needs to pretend as best he can.

“Yes?”

Jackie enters the room.

“Henrik, what the hell is going on with you and JJ?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. You’ve been ignoring him for weeks. You’re acting like he doesn’t fuckin’ exist.”

Schneep shrugs.

“Don’t srug it off, what’s wrong with you?! He’s a wreck! He thinks he did something wrong, and he’s blaming himself!”

Schneep feels tears spring into his eyes. “I have nothing to say.”

Jackie is incredulous. “Nothing to say? Fucking nothing to say?! What’s going on with you?!”

“I need to get back to work.”

“No, you need to-”

“I! Need! To! Work!”

Jackie stares.

“... Is it Anti?” he asks quietly.

Schneep scoffs. “I am not doing the glitching, am I?”

Jackie doesn’t look convinced. “Something’s not right with you.”

“Yes, it is you interrupting me. Shoo! Shoo!”

Schneep stands up, pushing, pushing!, Jackie out of the room.

He slams the door shut.

Jackie takes a moment to process what just happened.

... Because what the fuck just happened?

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JJ cradles his photo album as he sits on his bed.

What happened? He and Schneep were close. Why did it all just... vanish?

He wipes his eyes, and shakes his head. He needs fresh air. Maybe that will help. Right? Maybe a nice breath of fresh air will give him some clarity, some clue as to what he did wrong...

He goes over to his window, opens it wide as possible, and leans out.

The bushes below rustle frantically.

“Jumping junipers!”

JJ startles away from the window, and then looks out again.

The bushes are still.

... Perhaps it was some kind of wild animal?

He leans out further, trying to get a better look-

...

Is that...

His eyes widen.

He rushes out of his room, bumping into an angry and perplexed Jackie. 

“I think there was someone watching me from the bushes!”

“Was it Anti?” Jackie immediately jumps to.

“I don’t think so! But I think their clothes ripped, I swear I’ve seen a piece of fabric in the bushes just after receiving a terrible fright!”

“Show me!”

JJ leads Jackie outside, and points out the bush.

Jackie crawls under, and...

Yes, there it is. A bit of bright-red fabric. Sock material, it looks like.

He scowls. “JJ, you’re sleeping in Marvin’s room tonight.”

JJ nods, and quickly head back into the house, no longer feeling safe.

Jackie gets out from under the bush.

He hates when he has to do lookouts over their house. It’s been months, no sign of Anti, and he’d started to hope those days of fear and vigilance could truly be put behind him.

Apparently not.

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Jackie crouches at the top of a tree, eyes on the house. 

He’s been like this for hours. He’ll be like this for hours more. It’s well into the night, and though his eyes ache, he’s trained himself to be able to keep watch for a full twenty-four hours if need be.

Every little shape, every shadow, ever sound, it’s all potential danger to his family. It keeps the blood pumping, keeps his heart racing. 

And then he sees it.

It’s dark out, so it’s little more than a shadow. But it’s not an animal, he can tell that much. Animals don’t wear baseball caps.

He quietly slips through the trees, getting closer.

The shadow moves quickly. Practiced. Jackie’s blood runs cold, and his temper flares.

How long has this person been stalking them? And why?

He keeps following, ready to drop-

... They’re... going right past JJ’s room, now.

He thought they’d take more pictures than that. That was, what, two? They’d set up a dummy JJ in there, it looks like JJ is asleep in his bed, so why...

...

They’ve got an envelope...

...

Schneep’s room?

He watches them take out some kind of flat... something, and slowly, carefully, wedge Schneep’s window open just enough that they can slip the envelope through.

Jackie’s heart drops.

He climbs out of the tree, and grabs the person by the back of their shirt, yanking them away from the window as harshly as he can.

They yelp.

Schneep’s light comes on.

“Who the fuck are you?!” Jackie barks.

Schneep opens his window, and his eyes go wide.

“Answer me!” Jackie demands.

Marvin’s light goes on as well, and JJ’s head pops out of the window. His hands fly up to his mouth, and he rushes to Schneep’s room. Marvin and Chase follwo right behind.

“Let go of me!” the person says. “I’m fucking armed!”

“With what? This?” Marvin holds up a gun. 

The person’s face falls with fear.

“Thought so.”

“Chase, what’s in the envelope?” Jackie says, not taking his eyes off of the stalker.

Chase rips it open, and his eyes widen in horror. JJ takes a step back. Schneep is near tears.

Photos. Photos of Schneep sobbing, of JJ sobbing, JJ begging Schneep to speak to him...

“Is this why?” JJ signs, hands trembling.

Jackie is livid. “Why?” he growls.

The person looks at him, and realizes there’s no way out of this.

“Your hack of a brother killed mine,” the person says, spitting as they speak. “My brother trusted this idiot to save his life, and he died! So-”

“So if you couldn’t talk to your brother, Schneep couldn’t talk to his?” Chase  interrupts, digging through Schneep’s desk. He waves a little piece of paper, angry words scribbled in it’s lines. “Good evidence collecting, bro.”

“What kind of sick, twisted logic is that?” Marvin says, snarling. 

“It’s justice!” the person snaps.

“No, it isn’t,” Jackie says coldly. “But you’re sure as fuck going to find that out soon.”

“What does that-”

“Marv, knock him out.”

Blue and green magic shoots into the person’s skull, and they’re out like a light.

“You-” Jackie says, pointing at Schneep, “-should have fuckin’ told us what was going on.”

“I could not risk,” Schneep says, wiping his eyes. “Not JJ. He is out so often, and I could not warn him what to watch out for without knowing who this was...”

JJ cuts Schneep off by wrapping him in a hug.

“You thought you were protecting me, and I can hold no ill will against you for that. I’m just glad to know it wasn’t animosity, or something I-”

“You are my brother,” Schneep says, hugging JJ back tightly, “I would never wish to hurt you or let you be hurt! I am sorry, for all of these last weeks.”

“I accept.”

 The hug lasts a long time. 

They’re both just glad to have each other back.

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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