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Drowning

Jameson can hardly stand to breathe—no, he can hardly even stand, tumbling under wave after wave of input and information and noise. The constant noise. He cannot fathom how greedy this modern world is for its noise—as if they need to drown out the silence.

In silence, he is drowning.

Vehicles are honking, screeching, backfiring, roaring and rumbling. Streetlights flash. Advertisements in brazen colors and blinking signs on every window of every building. Strains of music tangle together from the doors of competing restaurants. The clashing smells of food, grease, petrol and cigarette smoke carrying further down the block could make one ill.

In the park nearby children are laughing and crying and shrieking and shoving each other, their feet thundering as they run through the hissing sprinklers. Their parents chatter and gossip on the creaking benches. Dogs are barking, yapping, shaking, panting, and growling, rattling the fence around their play area.

Jameson chokes up when he feels his telephone buzz in his pocket. There are so many telephones; they’re everywhere, all around him, ringing, beeping, blipping. Somewhere nearby there is the white flash of a camera. He stops up short, eyes blinded, and suddenly everyone is bumping him, jostling, touching. The stench of perfume and deodorant and sweat and body heat, closing in on him. The wind is picking up, whistling over it all, cold, unceasing, its pitch feverishly rising, rising, rising, rising—

When he first feels arms lock around him, he struggles. It’s the tactile equivalent of scratching in the walls, squeaking styrofoam, sandpaper tearing at his skin and he can’t breathe, he can’t escape, he can’t—

“Shhh…Shh.” Chase’s whisper is louder than the wind, louder than Jameson’s wild heartbeat. His shirt is soft and he smells like cocoa powder. “Hold onto me.”

Jameson buries his face against his shoulder and holds on tight.

:D that's me

Egotober 2021 - Day 20 - Weapon

Prompt list by - @huffletrax

Egotober Day 20: Weapon

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

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

Lost My Reason All Again // Comic Version This comic is drawn based off of the written story by @10ths-writing-corner Before continuing please give the story a read! https://10ths-writing-corner.tumblr.com/post/621645315575037952/finally-after-all-these-years-henrik-could

Part 1

This made me cry Its so sad...but also filled with much Angst 😢😭❤

Lost my reason all again

A/N: -VIOLENT COUGHING- I just want to apologize for what y’all are about to read. This was painful to write, in such a good way. If you want to blame someone, blame @dmnfox and @anon-jameson. Both of them, hecking talented and gave me the opportunity to write this. So, credit for this idea goes to both of them. Oh! Before you start reading, make sure to have this song playing while reading, since it’s part of the inspiration. Enjoy qwq

Trigger warnings: Blood, death, choking.

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Finally… after all these years, Henrik could finally have his revenge on the glitch. On the demon that held him captive for so long, the demon that hurt those he loves. After all this time, he was going to pay. And Henrik… he was going to enjoy every bit of it.

Weiterlesen

Ego University AU

AU where Mark and Seán are both engineering professors at Ego University.

Mark specializes in machine engineering.

Seán focuses on sound engineering.

The Egos are their students.

(Let the chaos ensue!)

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

hey so im not dead! unlike jj here! 

Anti: So, you appear on the screen and screech at them, got it?

JJ: >:(

Now I’m curious to see our mute baby boy as an angry mute potato…

“Jamie, I do not understand…I am the good doctor, you know me – Why won’t you let me near?”

“Just cork it till I can catch my breath again, doc.”

“What cause shortness of breath? I want to help you – ”

“Listen, just s-shut it if y’know what’s good for you!”

“Jamie…!”

Based on the theory that’s gone around that JJ took part in WWII (which would explain when/if he has killed people.) One of my followers pointed out that it might be a source of discomfort between our dapper gentleman and our good German doctor. I imagine Jameson would of course try to adapt to the modern times. Schneep is the nicest doctor he’s ever met, after all, but when the flashbacks hit, he can’t bear to hear his voice. 

Please don’t repost my art; like and reblog instead!

A Quiet Observer. 

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

“Dóń'̵t̨ ̸y͏ou̵ D̵A̶RE ̢lay a̸n͏o̸t̢h͞e̡r͟ ҉f̵iņģer̶ on̴ my b̧r͡othe͟rs͠! ̕” (The artist of angst has arrived with another Anti and JJ sketch I thought you’d appreciate! :) )

Submitted by: @turquoisemagpie

My precious boys! I love them! (also the fact that they are barefoot is just so cute for some reason, thank you for this)

The Alchemist and the Thief

Jameson and Marvin as they appear in the Pirate AU. I decided Marvin would normally go with a darker, more subtle mask, but definitely has special ones for special occasions. But this one is cloth and softer on his burns.

When he’s not dealing with clients, Jameson is the most reclusive of recluses, so whenever Marvin is back on shore he’s sure to drag his twin out of his lab for at least one night on the town.

Jameson is taller and thinner than Marvin, who has a more muscular frame from living on the seas and all those years of manual labor. Jameson is also not very touchy-feeling or good with emotions, but Marvin is - while being incredibly traumatized physically - equally as touched starved, so he’s like a leech on his brother when they are together. And Jameson, surprisingly, doesn’t really mind.

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

Oof I want angst and kinda want a short fic where JJ becomes so upset about not having a voice and desperately just yelling out just trying to make a noise.

It took all of his will not to scratch desperately at his throat until he drew blood; both his tie and collar felt suffocating. Even the air he breathed felt stifling as he tumbled onto the edge of his bed, digging his hands into the blankets. “Hear me,” he choked out to no one listening, tears streaming hotly as he bowed his head. “Hear me! Please, just give me a voice! Somebody hear me!”

All the boys!!!

some darkpuppet angst

I haven’t written angst in a while. Let’s see if I can break hearts as well as I used to. 

~`~`~

Anti laughed. An ear-splitting glitchy laugh. “W̟̌h͙̤͊̓a͓͑t̖̉’s̰̜̎͑ ̠̪͘͝wr̖͑ǒ̫ṋ̉ǧ̥ D̨̻͆̈a̖͒r͋͢k̬̋y?”

Dark groaned and wiped blood from his lip. Was it blood? He doubted he was human enough to have it.

“Give him back!” he yelled.

“W͉͘ho?͓̞̂̐ ͈̜̐͞My ̥͐p͍͝u̥̦͆͋ṕ̖̬͊pe̅͢t͚̄?̟̥́͂ M̩̈y̻̠͒̐ ̙͂being̳̏ ̰̬̍̈t̩̒h̩͐ẽ̖͊͜ ̨́key̮̿ ̟̐ẁ̺o̩̚rǩ͚͔̽ẽ̻r ̫̼̌͐D̖̜̅͐a͔͛r̗͆k͔͊!” Anti paced in front of the other man. 

Dark groaned and tried to get off the floor of the void. “He doesn't belong to you!”

“A̡͝n̥̓d͖̦̂̆ ̙͘h̥̭̋͞e ̠̈b̖̾̕͟elơ͕ng̬͓̀͗s͇̮͛̚ tȍ̹̫̆ ̥̋͋ͅy̳͗ǒ̤̑͜u̩͡?”

Dark shook his head. “He belongs to himself.”

“B̩̋ū͟t͇̽ ̭͌y̭̹̽͞ǫ͖̽͛u̟͓͊̓ ̭́ŵ̼ã̧n̼̓t͎̘̉̚ h̲̍ĭ̘m̱̋.” Anti squatted in front of Dark. “Yȯ͔͎͘u̮̻͝͠’͓͝r̮̾e͍̍ ̝̜̽͞i̪̚n ̟̻̇̐ḽ̙̎̕ỏ͉v̠̭̆̃ĕ̼͆ͅ.”

Dark grabbed Antis neck and pushed him against the ground. “Shut up!”

Anti gasped and clawed at Darks arm. “W̱͛h̡̯̔͞at͓͠ i͋͟f̜͗ ̛͚̘̅İ͎ ͉̼́͘to̫͞l͓̯͛͒d̢͙̔̅ y̙̋ou,” he struggled to speak, “t̖͉̍̈́ơ͍ĺ̼̺̣͋̕d̫̘͈̒̂͑ ̺͈̚͡ẙ̱̘͐o͈̰̔͐u̬̕ ̱̽t͇̔h̲͂a̹̖̻͆̓̚t ̞̬̈͂̓͟I̛͓̿͢ ḑ̳̯͂̕̕ȋ̼̼̣̉̍dn̖̟̪̄͛̍'̳̻̎̋̎ͅt̞͊ ̥̟͙̍̊̍t̡̟̍̔ȃ̲k̨̦̲̆̿͡ȩ̻̀̄ ̘̃h͕͙̟͊̾̚i̻͚̣̿̍̆m̠͉̍͌.̹̠̫̄͡͠”

Dark blinked and loosened his grip. “H̯̖̞̊̓̋ĕ̡̺̓ ̪̌c̜̬̈́͌á̦͍̏m̯̾ë̫͈̏ b͊͢á̖̤͘c̠̃̈͟k͉̍ ̳̣̻̐̎̆to͖͘ ͔͉͍̽̅̍m̢̙̪̂̽́ḛ̌,” Anti spat out.

Dark moved to grab Anti again but was stopped when a shock went through him. He let out a scream and fell off of Anti. 

Anti hopped up off the ground and kicked Dark over, stepping on his shoulder to keep him on the ground. Anti turned behind him and grinned. “S̳̅p̣̫̂̇ea̩͂k̨͈͋͊in̨͞g of̮̾ ̝̌t̜͑ḧ̡è̠̫͆ p͓̣̎̒ȗ͎p͛͜pe͊͟ṭ͍̔̐.̢̠̅̈́”

Jameson stood in the void holding a taser. “C̨͍͍̣̉͛̉͞o͍͂̕͜m̡͉̥̿̒̃ȩ̹̄͞ ̼̽̎͢o̗̬̊͡ṇ̃ ̭̼̀̕͝ͅọ̓v̨͔̻̟̈́͊̈͆ḙ̒͂͢r͔̊,” Anti called. 

Jameson slowly walked over, stumbling as if his movements weren’t his own. When he was close enough Dark could see his eyes. They were unfocused and misty. More green than the blue he had grown so familiar with. Dark pushed against Anti, rage renewed in his eyes. 

Anti chuckled and forced him back down. “Ć͎̳̆o̥͘m̙͌ė̩ h͈͂ė͕̟͗r̝̱̒̿e̳̾ ̹͑p͇̂eẗ̤́̋͟.” 

Jameson took a jerky step forward. Anti sighed and pulled him the rest of the way. “Ǐ̻ ͇̀s͎͑t͓́il̼͒l͙̃ ̯̍ḣ̲ad ̺͑e͖͡nough ̘́i̻̒n̬̒flu͇̍e̘͒nc̦͑e̪͐ ̤̚o̲̅n h̖̀i͓̕m̮͐ ͕̑tǭ ̭͒ǵ̭et̪͛ ̟̆h̬̋ỉ͈m̠͐ ̪͌ho͖̔m̒͟e.” He turned to Dark and grinned. He turned back to the mute and kissed him quickly. 

Dark growled and grabbed at Anti’s leg. “Ỷ̹er̺̼̿͝ ̚ͅp̛̯̩̓̕͜i̠͉̠̝͂͗̇͗̓͜ṯ̇i̟͞f̰̋ū͚l̯̭̣̥̍͛̄̂,” Anti hissed

Anti stepped off of Dark and pulled Jameson away. Jameson blinked and struggled against Anti. Eyes now wide and back to their normal colour. Eyes now full of fear. 

Dark jumped up and reached for him. Jameson reached back but was glitched away with Anti. 

Dark cursed and looked around the now empty void. His aura cracked behind him just as his heart did.

Okay, imagine Anti makes the rest of the egos to summon a demon, but it goes all wrong. The demon possesses JJ, who is now worse than Anti and Dark together so he needs to be stopped at all cost, but it's not as easy as they think it is.

Oh I adore this!

He’s chaotic but elegent and always plans ahead. The demon is in JJ’s head and JJ knows pretty much all the egos. So it knows their weaknesses.

JJ is fighting the entire time but really he was a puppet before why not just give in?

Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.

Adjusting [Branded AU]

I’m finally writing something for my own AU?!? You better believe it!

A small collection of short stories that encompass some of Jameson and Henrik’s experiences in the time short after Henrik’s rescue. These events are in chronological order, but they don’t all happen in the same day.

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Jamie knocked softly on the door to his guest’s room, careful not to startle him. After getting no response, he opened the door slightly and peered in. Henrik was sitting at the desk, staring at his reflection. He caught a glimpse of Jamie in the doorway and turned around, inviting him in with a wave. Jamie pulled over a chair and sat down pulling a device out of his pocket.

“What is that?” Henrik asked, wary of the strange device. Jamie put a hand up to tell him to wait before he flipped the lid on the device up. Three dots appeared on the cover facing Henrik, who watched as they blinked. Jamie tapped away on the other side and words began appearing.

“This is a device I made today that will hopefully aid you in understanding me until I can teach you sign language. Will this suffice?” Jamie looked up at Henrik as he finished. Henrik stared at the machine in wonder, with a hint of fear.

“How did you-” He stuttered. “What is that?”

“Its a mini dual-screen computer I made.”

“You…. What? What is a com-computer?” Jamie looked at Henrik in confusion at the question.

“You don’t know-” He paused and deleted the text.”What year is it to you?”

“1807. Why?”

Jamie looked at Henrik, shock clear on his face.

“How can that be? You’re not a time traveler, are you?”

“What? No? Why would you ask that?”

“You- Henrik, you said you were captured when you were in college, right?”

“Yes, I am 23.”

“No… You’re 225. You were under their control for over two hundred years.”

Henrik’s eyes widened and he looked back at himself in the mirror. “no that cannot be…” His fingers traced his face, ending at his beard. “I guess that explains the facial hair…” He mumbled before turning around again. “But how? Over 200 years? How am I not de-”

Jameson looked at Henrik, his gaze intense and searching. Henrik gulped and nervously looked around before he felt the gaze leave. He looked back and saw Jamie typing away again. “When you attacked me, your eyes were glowing, like magic. Can you do that again?”

Henrik looked confused before he closed his eyes, searching inside himself for something… he wasn’t quite sure what. His memory was still fuzzy, and after a while, he came up empty-handed. Henrik shook his head and looked back at Jamie.

“I still can’t really remember anything… I know I had powers, but I don’t remember what they were. I can’t feel them anymore.”

“They might have been linked to the mask.” Jamie tapped his chin, in thought. “If we can remove the masks, we might be able to save the others…”

“Others?”

“Yes. Since your capture, whoever is doing this has been building an army. I do not know why, or how many there are. About 30 years ago is when the government finally took notice of what was happening. But my parents-” Jamie stopped typing suddenly. He sighed with a sad look on his face. “… knew before then. They tried to help…” Jamie looked at his hands. Henrik noticed that his breathing had gotten more rapid, and reached out. He grabbed Jamie’s hand gently and his heart dropped when Jamie’s head shot up, fear in his eyes.

“I’m sorry that happened. But you’re fine now.” Henrik gave him a small smile. Jamie mirrored his smile before going back to his computer.

“Thank you, Henrik.”

— — —

Henrik tapped his pen against his chin, trying to remember anything. Jameson recommended that writing what he remembered down in a journal would help him get his memories back. It did help a little bit, but the only things he could remember were from the last week before he was saved. He let out a huff of frustration and glanced at the clock. 4:29 pm. He grabbed his cane and just as the clock struck half past, he hit it five times on the floor.

Jameson looked up as the five taps sounded, right on time. He pressed a little button under the desk before turning his attention back to his customer, who was looking at the ceiling confused.

“What was that?” She asked.

“Oh, it was just this clock I have up there.” Jameson signed. “It broke a while ago and now sounds half after every hour. I’ll fix it eventually, but customers come first.”

“Interesting clock…” The two of them returned to the task on hand, a small pocket watch that the woman’s partner wanted to be fixed.

A couple of hours later, Jameson flipped the open sign on his door to the closed side and locked the door. He made his way back to the register to count and store the day’s earnings. He glanced at the clock- 7:02 pm. Henrik was late. He pressed the button under the desk three times as an “is everything alright?” After waiting for a few moments without response, he left the cash on a shelf and quickly walked up the stairs. He opened the door to Henrik’s room with a little more force than usual, eyes searching the room. He saw Henrik slumped over at his desk, cane laying on the floor. He could feel his heartbeat in his chest as he quietly walked over and placed a hand on Henrik’s shoulder. At the small touch, Henrik shot up, knocking the chair to the floor and whipping his cane-sword up in a single fluid motion. Jamie jumped back before the sword could cut him, putting his hands up. Henrik’s fear and anger filled expression softened as soon as his eyes focused on Jamie across the room. He immediately put his sword back and searched Jamie.

“I’m sorry, you’re not hurt are you?” Jamie looked himself over before giving a double thumbs up. Henrik let out a breath and placed his cane on the desk. “Thank goodness. Sorry again, I’m just a little jumpy.” He paused and looked around. “Wait why are you up here?”

Jamie pointed at the clock on the wall, which was now at 7:06 pm.

“Oh. I guess I fell asleep.” Henrik rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “But I guess its still a good idea to do this whole thing. We need to keep each other safe after all.” Jameson nodded and made a few motions with his hands. Henrik still didn’t know much sign language, but he could still decipher the message. “Yeah, I’ll try not to fall asleep and worry you like that again.”

— — —

Jameson’s eyes shot open to see darkness. He rolled over and with the press of a small button on his arm, his right eye shut down its visual sensors, turning on a light instead. His room was illuminated by a faint green glow as he looked around, listening.

I know I heard something…. Jameson thought. Henrik isn’t having nightmares again, is he? He slowly stood up and made his way over to the door, not bothering to attach his prosthetic arm. He creaked open the door and looked down the hall. Henrik’s door was slightly open, so Jameson made his way over. He pushed the door open gently and looked around. Henrik wasn’t in bed. There was a crash from downstairs and Jameson jumped. He made his way to the staircase, stepping close to the sides instead of the middle of the steps. This feels familiar… Jamie held what remained of his right arm close to his side as he neared the bottom. His light dimmed slightly as he listened. There was some shuffling from the front room. Please no. They didn’t find me again, did they? He made his way as quietly as possible to the front of his shop and peeked around the corner. A shadowed figure was crouching behind his register, searching through the boxes under the desk. There was a faint blue glow coming from the figure’s face, but his back was turned. Jameson backed up, his heart rate speeding up. No, I thought I was smart about this! How did they find me? How- He took in a quick breath and his light suddenly flared, lighting up the room in a green glow. The figure’s head shot up and turned slowly. Jameson gasped.

Henrik?!

The man was looking at him, blank eyes glowing slightly blue. The two men studied each other for a bit, neither one really sure what to do next. Suddenly, Henrik stood up and strode over to Jameson, grabbing his nightshirt in one hand.

“Where is it, Jameson?” He said, voice blank but intimidating.

“What?” Jameson signed with one hand.

“MY MASK. Where is it?” Jameson opened his mouth but no sound came out. Let me talk to him! He needs to snap out of this! LET ME SPEAK!! Henrik glared at the silent man.

“Useless. A broken puppet.” Henrik released the shirt with force and Jamie stumbled to the side. Henrik began making his way into the shop again. Jameson felt anger flare up in him, not for Henrik, but at his inability to speak. I need to stop him before he finds it. But how? Jameson stood and the movement caught Henrik’s attention again.

“Do you think you can stop me? Do you think you can stop us?” Henrik stood and smirked as Jameson walked over. “You. Are. Broken. There is nothing you can do. Once I’m done here-”

*SLAP*

Henrik’s head shot to the side from Jameson’s powerful slap. He blinked a couple times before he brought his hand up to his face. He glared at Jamie, eyes flashing blue again. “YOU-” *SLAP*

Jameson slapped Henrik again. This time, he stayed looking to the side, blinking slowly, as if he was waking up. When he turned back again, the blue glow was gone from his eyes.

“Jam-Jamie?” Jameson’s expression softened as Henrik looked around, confused. He brought his hand up to his face again, wincing as his cheek stung. “What happened?”

“You were a puppet.” Jamie signed slowly. Henrik studied the movements, deciphering them the best he could. His eyes widened in fear and he backed away.

“What? How? Did I hurt you?”

Jamie shook his head. “I’m fine. It’s you we should be worried about. What do you remember?” Jamie lead Henrik back upstairs and into his room, where he turned on his bedside lamp and returned his eye back to its original function. He grabbed and attached his arm before the two of them sat on his bed.

“I remember… getting ready for bed. That’s when I heard a voice whispering. Telling me to find… something. I tried to push the voice away and sleep, but it just got louder. I had to find it. Silence it. But then, it started laughing. ‘You can’t silence me. You can’t stop me. You will find me. You will…’ You will lose.” Jamie noticed the sudden shift in tone and looked up at Henrik’s face, whose eyes had started glowing again. “You will lose. You cannot stop us. You-”

Jamie jabbed Henrik’s sore cheek with a finger, snapping him out of it again. Henrik looked around confused, blue glow gone.

“Did- Did it happen again? My mind went blank…” Jamie nodded and Henrik’s face dropped. “I can’t stop it. It keeps whispering. That darn mask. Why won’t it just leave me alone?” Henrik put his head in his hands. Jamie rested a gentle hand on Henrik’s back, noticing how he tensed up before relaxing a little. Henrik looked over and Jamie drew his hand back.

“Maybe I can… try to dispose of the mask? Do you think that would help?”

“NO!” Henrik grabbed Jamie’s arm before letting go and putting his hand to his mouth. His eyes flickered blue, filled with fear. “Please, do it. I can’t live like this Jamie.” He mumbled into his hand. Jamie nodded and stood, watching Henrik as he walked to the door. Henrik didn’t meet his gaze, instead holding his hands close. Jamie walked down the hall and lit the fireplace in a side room. He left to grab the mask from its hiding spot and when he came back up the stairs, he saw Henrik tossing his coat into his room. Jamie hid the mask on his other side and gave Henrik a small encouraging smile as he walked into the room again. He closed the door most of the way and made his way to the fireplace, pulling out a pair of fire-resistant tongs. He grabbed the mask with those before slipping it into the fire, keeping his mechanical side away from the fire. Once he made sure the mask was sitting in the middle of the fire, he poked at the logs trying to make the fire bigger. He returned the togs to their place, turned around to grab a seat, and noticed Henrik in the doorway, watching the fire with tired eyes.

“Will that work?” He asked, leaning against the doorway.

“It should melt it once it gets hot enough.” Jamie grabbed a chair and sat down, ignoring Henrik’s raised eyebrow. “Would you like a seat?”

“Probably not a good idea to get me closer to that thing.” Jamie nodded and looked back at the mask before looking at Henrik.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just a little warm-”

A sudden crack drew Jamie’s attention, and he saw that one of the lenses on the mask had cracked. It cracked again and a piece of glass fell into the flames. There was a noise behind him and Jamie turned to see Henrik on the floor, still leaning against the doorway.

“Henrik?”

“Why does it… hurt…?” His voice shook as he clutched his chest. Jamie stood quickly and went to his side, he pressed his hand to Henrik’s forehead. It was burning up. Henrik groaned, seemingly in pain and Jamie tried to stand up, only to be stopped by a hand on his arm. “Don’t take it oUT!” Henrik yelled and fell into Jamie’s arms, shaking.

Henrik!

Jamie looked between the mask, which had begun to melt, and Henrik, shaking in his arms and breathing deeply.

“Don’t take it out! You’re killing h-me! NO! I’ll be fi- AAAGGGGH!!” Henrik’s eyes flashed blue and he desperately clawed at Jamie’s shirt, trying to fight off the tugging of the strings. Jameson froze, not knowing what to do. This scenario, the yelling, the fire, his mind went blank. All he could do was si,t hoping that the man in his arms doesn’t explode. He snapped out of the blankness when the shuddering form below him spoke again.

“Please… make it stop….” Henrik’s scratchy voice faded as his body went limp. Jamie looked down at Henrik, whispering his name frantically. He rolled Henrik over and was relieved when he saw his chest slowly rise and fall. His hair was matted to his forehead with sweat, but his expression finally calm. Jamie gently moved Henrik into his arms and with only a little effort, lifted him up. As he went to bring him back to his room, he glanced at the fireplace, seeing the last remains of the mask melting into the flames.

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Weiterlesen

little animated snippit of a moment in @jayofmemory​ ‘s branded au! here’s the fic its from: https://jayofmemory.tumblr.com/post/184698509664/adjusting-branded-au

Guys, gals and non-binary pals... 💫 H I M 💫

Had to sketch c!Janus after the video earlier, cause jdhdjdj-

Promise

Part 25 of My Brother's Keeper

(Part 1 l Previous l Next)

“It hurts,” groans Henrik, writhing on his bed. “It hurts.”

Chase clings to his hands, stopping him from clawing at his face. “I know,” he whispers, exhausted. “I'm sorry, man.”

“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts too much, master, stop, master, I'm sorry.”

“It's me, it's Chase.”

“I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to!”

“You didn't do anything wrong.”

“Hurts, hurts, hurts.”

“I know,” he whispers, exhausted. “I'm sorry, man.”

A sudden change flashes through Henrik's face. He creeps forward on the bed, baring his teeth.

“So much fucking flesh on you,” he hisses, his accent dissipating and his pitching rising and falling in spasms. “I hate your scarlessness. I want to trace the outlines of your bone into every centimeter of your skin.”

Chase watches him, dead-eyed, from the other side of the room. Henrik rocks himself, clutching his shoulders, turned away from him.

“Stupid fucking boy,” hisses Henrik, his voice rising and falling strangely, like there's a voice changer switching channels in his throat. “Stupid fucking drunkard. Abandoned little dog, don't you want a new master?”

“You're not Anti,” says Chase, softly, a plate of pasta growing cold on the bedside drawer next to him. “Come get something to eat, Schneep. Henrik. Schneeplestein.”

“Stupid boy!” screams Henrik, tearing at his hair. “Your master won't wake up until I am underneath his skin!”

Chase gets slowly to his feet and rounds the bed. Gentle, he pulls Henrik's hands from his hair, eliciting a low groan of agony. “You're not Anti,” he repeats, holding up a forkful of pasta. “Open up.”

“I want Jack, I want Jack, I want to taste every cell of his fucking blood!”

“How about mac and cheese first?” suggests Chase dryly, pressing the fork to his mouth, until at last, Henrik opens up, growling, and eats.

“Stupid fucking boy...”

“You're not Anti.”

Level, steady. Stay with him, take care of him. He stabs another forkful of macaroni. I owe him this and more. “You're not Anti, Schneep. Henrik. Brother. Eat.”

Henrik's eyes burn with hatred as they look up at him. Chase ignores it steadfastly, pressing the bite towards his mouth, and as Henrik eats, some of the rage drains from his grey face.

“Ch-chase?” he chokes around macaroni.

“Shhh. I'm here.”

“I d-don't feel good. What's happening to me?”

“You're a little sick, man. Just eat, okay? I'm going to take care of you.”

“You're going to take care of me?”

“Me and JJ.”

Chase turns to smile at his little brother, watching from the corner. “We're going to take care of you. Right, Jamie?”

Jameson meets his eyes resolutely, trying to straighten up, because even if Henrik sometimes scares him like this, he is determined.

He loves him.

Yes.

They manage to get Henrik to sleep that night, after Stacy and the kids have left. Chase looks up at JJ, his hand settled in Henrik's hair, watching over him.

“It's going to be a long couple of weeks,” Chase warns, looking exhausted already. “He'll be a lot to handle.”

“That's okay,” says JJ. “I'm here.”

He is.

He will stay.

Marvin made him promise.

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Chase sets up a sleeping bag for JJ that night – he refuses to be parted from Henrik's side, and Chase plans to sleep beside Henrik in the bed in case he becomes violent – and he goes to check on Jackie, wondering if he's still conked out on flu medicine. He isn't. He looks up when Chase enters his room, sitting on the end of his bed.

“Jackie,” says Chase softly. “Are you okay?”

Jackie glances back at him, shaking his head minutely. Chase moves to his side and hugs him tightly.

“Jameson,” croaks Jackie.

“He's fine. He's downstairs. Just got overwhelmed, I think.”

“Schneep?”

Chase pauses, rubbing Jackie's back, but he knows his brother won't let up until he knows.

“It's the possession withdrawal again,” he says.

Jackie's expression shatters. He leans his head against Chase's chest, hiding his face.

“It's going to be okay, man,” whispers Chase.

“Nothing is ever going to be okay again,” croaks Jackie. “Marvin is gone.”

Chase has to cover his mouth to keep from sobbing, his eyes sliding shut. Fuck. Fuck.

“I want my little brother,” cries Jackie, clinging to his shirt.

“I know, Jackie,” sobs Chase, because he doesn't know what to say. “I want him too.”

On God, he would give up most everything in the world to have Marvin here with him now. He can feel the memory of his brother's hand on his shoulder, keeping him steady.

He gets Jackie water and macaroni and makes him eat it. Jackie will not stop crying and Chase does not blame him. He understands. Jackie tries more than once to insist that he will get his own food, get his own water, he will watch Henrik tonight, he will let Chase be the one grieving, he will do this and this and this. But his fever is strong enough that Jackie can't follow through on much of anything. Maybe, in that sense, the fever is a small blessing. Chase pushes him back into bed and gathers up his dishes.

“Chaser, don't go,” begs Jackie.

“Oh, Jacks,” sighs Chase. “Man, I gotta stay with Henrik so he doesn't hurt himself.”

“Oh,” says Jackie in a small voice. “Yes. Of course.”

“You could come sleep in his room with the rest of us, though,” offers Chase, brushing sweaty hair from Jackie's forehead. “I'll get the other sleeping bag, okay?”

“No,” answers Jackie dully. “Jameson doesn't want me around.”

Chase sighs again and sits back down on the edge of Jackie's bed.

“Jackie,” he says softly. “JJ's just scared and overwhelmed, and Anti told him a lot of bad shit about you. I know he's breakin' your heart, man... just don't give up on him, okay?”

Jackie stares up at him, his eyes red.

“Hey,” says Chase, clucking his chin. “Promise me, okay?”

Jackie looks away, sniffling. “Okay, Chase. I guess.”

“How about the cats, yeah? I can bring the cats to you.”

“Yes,” says Jackie, rubbing at his face. “Yes, please. The cats.”

Chase puts the dishes away and finds Athanasius and Queenie, carrying them up to Jackie's room. By the time he has deposited them in Jackie's bed, his brother is already asleep.

TW // Body horror, fungal growths, blood

Day 12 : Blind

“You will be perfect for my new story.”

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In all of your AU's there a different Versions of JJ/Jameson Jackson do you have any Favorite version and if yes why that version

SAH because he's dea—

Uhhh... I'm not sure! If I'm being honest, I have a hard time writing a JJ because 1) we don't actually know anything about his personality. All we know is he's an actor and a puppet and 2) JJ is,,, my least favorite,,, for that reason, actually. We know more about Marvin's hobbies and interests than we do JJ, and JJ has two whole videos.

BUT I love JJ outside canon! Everyone else always writes really good JJ's, except my issue is I base my egos personalities pretty firmly around canon (as much as I can usually) so... I have nothing for him really since all he does is act,,, but I try my best!

I think my favorite probably has to be... Honestly, I do enjoy the SAH version of JJ. He has a hefty story behind him and why he does what he does in the comic, though I don't have the motivation to draw it all so I'm stuck leaving y'all a vague answer,,, basically, he has an interesting way he uses magic and perceives things and I find him very cool for that :)

Also... maybe the "How did we get here?" JJ because he was a detective boi :D though that story hasn't been touched in a long time