Story Of A P̢u̵p͠p̕e͘t (Regarding Lost Things)

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.

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

So cute

👻Happy Halloween 🎃

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Ack sorry I've been out all night but could I get a nose boop with, say, JJ and Marv? ❤️ - Vic

“May I ask you to explain this trick one more?”

Marvin didn’t look up from his book as he answered. “I found a tome on transfiguration and I want to test it out. I need you to hold the can so that if I do turn it into a puppy, it won’t be able to run away.”

JJ wrung his hands nervously. “Why choose me? Surely one of the others would suffice!” 

Marvin looked at JJ and realized just how nervous the young ego was. “Hey, it’ll be okay. No need to be scared,” he said softly. “I’ve got good control over my magic.”

“I know. It’s simply the fact that it’s magic at all! I trust you completely, good sir, but I trust the magic as much as I trust air travel, which is to say not at all!”

Marvin shrugged. “Fair enough, I guess. But this spell has no chance of being harmful! At worst, it makes the can grow a tail. I have some reversal spells ready just in case, if that makes you feel better. Just hold still, and it will all be fine.” He held up his hands, ready to preform the spell. JJ looked like he wanted to protest some more, but instead he held the can out at arms length and closed his eyes. 

Marvin read the spell, and softly glowing green mist began to surround his fingers. As he went on it was joined by a pale blue mist, and then the two combined. They formed a ball in Marvin’s hand, glittering with teal and turquoise. He lightly tossed the ball at the can.

Metal is a very good conductor when it comes to electricity. As it turned out, it was a conductor for certain spells as well.

There was a small flash of light. The can fell to the ground, right next to the brown puppy with the black mustache print under his nose. The puppy opened his mouth to yelp, but no sound came out. He crouched low to the ground, trembling.

“Oh my-JJ!” Marvin moved closer and picked the puppy up. he was a little Boston Terrier. Marvin held him close to his chest and pet him, trying to get him to calm down. Eventually JJ stopped shaking, and Marvin set him down on the ground again. He sat down on the ground as well. 

As guilty as he felt about turning JJ into a dog, he couldn’t help but grin and giggle. JJ padded up closer to Marvin, with his little puppy paws, and settled down in his lap. Marvin booped his nose and laughed when JJ tried to bite his finger playfully, his tiny puppy teeth not even hurting. From what Marvin could tell, based on what was the dog equivalent of a mortified expression after the fact, JJ still had his human mind but also had puppy instincts.

“Don’t worry JJ, I’ll get you turned back in no time,” he said. He pet JJ on the head. “But first…JACKIE! CHASE! SCHNEEP! GET IN HERE!”

JJ looked at him with puppy anger. “I just want to let them see you! You’re adorable!” JJ growled. “Please? Just for a minute?”

JJ stared at him. Then he started wagging his tail as a way of saying, “Fine.” 

Halloween is JJ’s Time

So in Discord we were talking and then:

@huffle-dork : I kinda love the headcannon I read the other day that all the other egos are wary of Halloween like not scared but like cautious cuz- that’s antis time but jj that’s his birthday so he’s just like BAM pumpkins everywhere- obnoxious costumes, decorations everywhere!! We’re gonna breathe hallow’s eve gentlemen!!! Anti can pry Halloween from my cold dead hands I was born before him goddamn it!!!

@iv0ry-keys  HE WANTs TO MAKE THE HOUSE INTO ONE OF THOSE COOL ONES WHERE YOU WALK THROUGH ANd ITS ALL DECKED OUT 

And then me:

Chase: JJ you know we cant decorate the whole house. What if Anti- JJ: *loud signing* NOPE Chase: Wha-? JJ: NOPE. *stringing fake cobwebs on the wall and setting up plastic skeletons in the corners* THAT TURTLE GLITCH ASS BITCH WILL NOT TAKE MY DAY *carving 5 pumpkins at once* I WAS NOT RAISED IN A HOUSE OF HALF-ASSERY TO BE FRIGHTENED BY A MAN BABY WITH A KNIFE FETISH *drags out 3 boxes of costumes and yeets them at everyone* NOW BUCK UP, BASTARD BOYS WE GOT CANDY TO COLLECT AND CHILDREN TO FRIGHTEN WITH OUR SUPERIOR SPOOKS Chase, and everyone who gathered to watch: *whispers* Holy shit JJ: ITS MY BIRTHDAY I DESERVE THE RIGHT!! TO HAVE!!! FUN!!!!

3 Yeee

If you stayed the age of your birth DAY forever, how old you would be?

Mob AU: Jameson Jackson

Next up: My favorite boy JJ! Again based on @pistachiolan‘s brilliant mob au. You can find the character art here! I absolutely adore his prim and proper look hiding the usual septic attitude. 

(Masterpost)

Jameson hums wordlessly to himself as he dries wineglasses with quick, sure hands. The bar is alive around him - people everywhere, talking, laughing, drinking. It is as if prohibition never happened - here, people are free to let loose their inhibitions.

Here, Jameson catches every word of what is being said.

“My brother said he saw some men moving about down by the river, throwing stuff into the water. Yeah, like boxes. No, of course he didn’t go to check!”

River. Few days ago. None of their shipment’s go that way.

“I love this place. Much better than the one over by Ridgeworth park!”

Rival bar, huh? not for long.

“I don’t know, I haven’t heard from them for weeks. What if something’s happened?”

Missing person. Possible kidnappning. Every drop of information, gathered, catalogued, packed away in his memory for later.

“Ey, barkeep, a glass of the raspberry beer, please.” Jameson turned and smiled, pouring the girl a beer. She smiled, thanked him, and handed over her payment without fuzz. Jameson took it to the till, put the money in its slot and hid the tiny slip of paper in the hidden compartment under the bench. 

“Thank you for your patronage,” He signed at the girl, and she signed back a thank you as well before heading to sit down at one of the rowdier tables, that welcomed her with cheers and laughter.

Nice girl, that one. Quick, polite, with eyes like a fox. Always good for what she got. He’d have to make sure to give her a raise.

Jameson turned back to his wineglass, bringing it up to the light to catch any stray droplets of water. 

He never missed a spot, after all.

Jameson Jackson is Chase’s left hand, in charge of the spy network and information gathering that the Family needs. If something is happening in the city, he knows it - and if he knows, Chase knows. He is stationed at The Septic eye, acting as the owner and bartender of one of the oldest resturants in the city in daylight, and the biggest speakeasy in town at night. The fact that it belongs to the Family is a closely guarded secret.

Jameson is an educated man, learnt in history and literature. His memory is as sharp as his mind, able to recall conversations and information with pinpoint accuracy. He was born mute - a deformation to his throat in the womb means he was never able to make any sound more complicated than simple humming. He communicates through writing and sign language.

Jameson came to the city alone and unafraid, working what jobs he could find. One day, an overheard conversation changed his life. Chase had just stepped in as the new leader of the Family - plots against him were many and varied. The one Jameson happened to overhear was a serious one, discussed between two of Chase’s father’s oldest friends. Jameson saw the opportunity and picked a side in that moment - choosing to stand with Chase and inform him of the plot with evidence in hand.

After that, Chase put him in charge of information gathering and the rest, as they say, is history.

The mute… he looks harmless, but those eyes are always watching. His hands flutter with strange signs. Keep your guard up around him, kid - you never know who will hear you.

A Disney AU

I’ve been toying around with this idea for a while so I’m gonna post the first chapter and see how it does. If y’all like it I’ll post more. Either way, I like it, Anyway here’s Chapter 1 of Marvin and Jameson’s story. 

Jameson knew from the moment he could first form his own thoughts that Anti didn’t love him. He knew he kept him away from the outside because he wasn’t like everyone else. Anti never told him why he was different but he knew he was. Maybe it was because he wasn’t magic like Marvin, but he wouldn’t allow Marvin to go outside ether. Was it because he has no voice? But that wasn’t even his fault. Maybe it was all his scars. Jameson didn’t care much anymore.

“Jaaaaames” a familiar voice whined from above “Is breakfast ready?” Jamie looked up in the rafters to see Marvin, his long braid falling to just below his knees. Anti had brought home some fresh flowers and Marvin had selfishly decided to have Jamie braid them into his long hair. Not that Jamie care all that much, they weren’t for him anyway. They were for Marvin. Everything was for Marvin. The tower they’re in, the food Anti brings home, the paints, the flowers, all for Marvin. Jameson was pretty sure that even he was a gift for the magician. A companion. Or at the very least a sacrifice to him. Jameson nodded and motioned for him to come down. He looked at the eggs in the skillet.

Weiterlesen

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