F- YES ANOTHER CHAPTER!!!!! ⟟ WAITED FOR IT

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!!

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Transitions are kinda bad 😅

dad JJ, you don't look so good, are you fe-oh boy..

*cue JJ getting a stomach bug*

Henrik: Anti get the bucket

Anti: Got it -Gives JJ the bucket-

JJ: -Throws up-

Henrik: Let's go JJ, lets get you into bed buddy

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.” 

Ooooh, could you do something with a merman Illinois luring someone out to see and drowning them? Like a siren?

His voice rolled with the waves, echoes carried on their course, as smooth, deep and silky as liquid gold, as clear as glass. He could already see the dazed wonder on the traveler’s face and the sway of their body to the song as they rowed their boat closer. Unrolling his rope of entwined seaweed and rigging, he tossed it out to them, chuckling as they took it up with eager hands – so very happy to be reeled in.

“You’ll be seein’ me in your dreams, even when your reality drowns…There’s a bright side to every wrong thing if you’re looking at me through the right eyes…Don’t be so shy, friend,” he urged with a dazzling smile. “Come closer. Don’t you want to share your adventure with me?” 

Follow me into the water…I’ll take you to the darker.

*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

Tension

Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Eleven

A JSE Fanfic

Ayy, another one! Are you excited? I am! The group heads back to Wyvernlair, with a few small scenes happening along the way. Marvin and Jameson are here now, having some time adjusting to being in the group. Then, once they actually arrive and meet up with Jackie, he and Marvin…well, they have a lot of stuff to sort out. Not to mention there’s something going on with Jameson… Anyway, here it is, enjoy reading :D

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It took a few days for the group to lose any potential pursuers. Chase wasn’t sure that they’d been followed in the first place—or if they had, he didn’t think it was for long—but he understood the reasoning. They were heading back to Wyvernlair, the Masked Phantoms’ main base. They couldn’t risk the King or any of his warriors knowing where that was.

Once they were sure nobody knew where they’d gone, the group shifted direction, heading west instead of south. Chase had been confused about that, at first. They were mainly using the river as transportation. Wouldn’t it be hard to find a stream that headed in the direction they wanted? But that wasn’t the case. As it turned out, the defining characteristic of marshlands like the Moors was, in fact, still water, making it very easy to navigate. Who knew? Certainly not Chase; he’d never been in a marsh before this.

But as it turned out, Marvin had spent a lot of time in the Southern Moors. Chase had been surprised by that. He didn’t really seem the type. Though, maybe that was generalizing. Wizards had always seemed like they’d spend their time sitting in palace towers, reading books and practicing spells while wearing fine robes and jewelry. Chase had never pictured one spending time in swampy marshes.

Weiterlesen

18 and 22 all dah angst between my sons! Jackie and JJ

(”It’s not your job to protect me,” and “You don’t understand how dangerous this is,” yeah? Poor JJ and Jackie, getting a good bit of angst today.)

Sometimes, Jameson hated how helpless he felt. Other times, he hated how the other treated him like he was helpless. So he asked Jackie to teach him some fighting, both defense and offense. And now, he and Jackie’s small errand run together had turned into running from a crazed villain who was using a flamethrower to terrorize the farmer’s market. 

Jackie texted Marvin, who sent his gear over through a magic portal. JJ and Jackie were hiding in a nearby bathroom while Jackie got his gear on. When he came out, he put a hand on Jameson’s shoulder. “Stay here until I come to get you, okay?”

“Certainly not!” Jameson exclaimed, raising his fists. “I may not have the assistance of magic items, but I can still be of assistance! I know you are a hero and used to protecting those around you, but I am quite capable of protecting myself thanks to your training! This time, good sir, it’s not your job to protect me! We can better protect all those people out there together!”

Jackie shook his head. “No, no way. Didn’t you see him? He’s a maniac! He’ll hurt you!”

“He’ll hurt you as well! He can’t can’t aim that terrible device at the both of us at once! There is strength in numbers!”

“You don’t understand how dangerous this is! I am not letting you go near that guy!”

“I’m in danger either way, should he happen to come over here!” Jameson yelled, the words on his speech slide twice the size they normally were, the slide shaking. There was something besides just wanting to do the right thing fueling his determination to fight, Jackie could tell.“Let me prove I’m not helpless!”

Jackie’s heart broke a little. When JJ had come to him asking to learn some fighting moves, Jackie assumed he’d just wanted to be ready in case of an Anti attack. “JJ, we don’t think you’re helpless. But this is just too dangerous” he said softly. “Please, just stay here.”

JJ shook his head. “You say you don’t think it, but your actions say otherwise. You barely agreed to train me, I had to beg you! You thought I couldn’t handle it!” There were tears in his eyes now, angry ones. “But I can! Let me help you!”

Jackie put his a hand in his utility belt. “I’m sorry JJ. We shouldn’t have made you feel this way. But this isn’t how to solve the problem.” He rubbed the small stone in the pocket and hoped that the enchantment would work. Sure enough, a small portal opened up. It showed the living room. “I’m not going to let you get hurt because you want to prove yourself.” He gave JJ a little push, and the young ego fell through the portal. It closed, leaving Jackie to face both the villain and his guilt all alone.

“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. 

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