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Day Off
I wanted to draw a little something for Schneep Week and figured why not draw some soft Branded Boys! for once there's not a ton of angst ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
New Stories coming soon-ish! And maybe something for Jackie’s birthday tomorrow too ‘,:3c
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Branded AU Designs
Before we get into the character designs, let me tell you some backstory...
People have been disappearing. Random people, no connections. Soon after, a strange group of masked people come appear in the public eye. Some murder, others steal. Not much else is known about them, where they came from, or why they are there. All anyone knows is that they are resposible for the disappearances.
Who is in control of all these masked folk? I believe you know him well, the one and only Antisepticeye. No one knows his goals or even what he looks like, but his puppets all recognise his presence.
Now that you know that much, let’s get to know the boys...
Marvin The Magician
Anti’s most recent victim, captured in his own home by Anti’s puppets. His mask resembles a cat’s face, with the card suits in a diamond on the forehead. Before his capture, he was a magician for hire, performing simple tricks at kid’s parties. With the mask, he gains more reach into his magic and with the help and guidance of the other magicians like him under Anti’s control, he flourishes.
Dr. Schneeplestien
One of Anti’s first victims. Henrik has a mask that resembles a plague doctor’s mask. He was kidnapped while he was studying to become a doctor. He works as a ‘purifier,’ ridding the communities around him of ‘the sick.’ Basically, he murders them. However, with his knowledge from his time in school, he knows the quickest and cleanest ways to kill and dispose of anyone. He knows a great deal about chemicals and science, which makes him a valuable asset to Anti’s slowly growing army. His weapon of choice is his cane, which has a concealed sword inside. The snakehead is also a good tool to give someone a good ol’ smack.
Jameson Jackson
Jameson is a simple mechanic who has a particularly large collection of watches and other clocks. His fascination with mechanics began on his hospital bed after [REDACTED], where he lost his right eye and arm. While in recovery, he tinkered with whatever little mechanisms he could mess with while only having one arm. He got the general prosthetic arm that the hospital issued near the end of his recovery, and used it to make his own, just the way he wanted. His new eye appears to be just a regular glass eye, but it actually has small mechanisms in it that allow him to zoom in to see small things while he’s working (but he can only make it zoom when he closes his real eye). He became nonverbal as a result of trauma after the incident, only using his voice when there is no other choice, as it pains him to hear it sometimes. He runs a little tinkering and repair shop by himself, but his good friend Chase comes over often to help where he can or just to keep him company.
<< that’s all I have so far for character designs, I will add the others in a reblog whenever I figure out their designs >>
Young Branded!Henrik
As a young boy growing up in the late 1700s and early 1800s, Henrik pursued his goals in the medical field just like his father before him. Growing up in a wealthy German family allowed him to study overseas at Harvard at the young age of 17, where he was diligent in his work. Unfortunately, that diligence would be his downfall.
I am working on the next story and art piece but for now, you get the full-body ref I will be using for them
Sudden Battle
oh boy here comes Marvin! What will happen to our dear doctor?
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Who Is There?
I finally got inspired to write my own stories for my AU, so of course, I drew something for it
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Broken And Scared
Whoops, I made an entire AU...
Never To Return [Branded AU]
New story time! This time we get to learn about our good doctor’s past! I planned to upload this after drawing something for it, but the artist in me is dead, so writing it is.
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Henrik tapped his hand on the desk absentmindedly as he skimmed his notes from the day before. As the professor got up in front of the class and began his lecture, so did Henrik. This routine had been his life for the past year and a half, four lectures, same topic, same material. He did not mind that much, as long as he was able to work in the medical field like his father.
“Well? Does anyone have any questions about yesterday’s material?” Henrik looked up as the professor spoke. “Schneeplestien?”
“No, sir,” Henrik answered in his thick German accent. One of the younger german transfer students giggled at his name. Henrik glared at him and mumbled under his breath “Halt die Klappe.” The student’s eyes went wide and he opened his mouth to retaliate before his friend stopped him, shaking his head and pointing to the professor. He grumbled and they all went back to their notes as the professor began the lecture again.
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Henrik closed the door to his room and set his notes down on his desk. He took a quick shower and had a small snack before he grabbed his notes again and headed out into the hall again. The building where he lived and went to school wasn’t too exciting to him, but probably would be to someone of lesser status. Its large dining hall and even larger library were a wonder to behold, if he even cared about them enough to admire them. He walked into the library and sat his notes down on a desk before going to a nearby bookshelf where he knew the book he was looking for would be. Or at least, where it should be. After searching the books for a few minutes and not finding what he was looking for, he went up to the head librarian’s desk, where she sat reading by candlelight.
“Excuse me, Madam? I cannot find a book.” She looked up and smiled kindly.
“Ah, good evening Henrik. Perhaps a light will help? You might have just missed it.” She handed him a spare candle and stand as well as a few matches. “Be careful not to burn anything now.”
“Yes, Madam. Thank you.”
“Any time Henrik. Come back if you still cannot find what you are looking for.” He nodded and moved back to his desk with the candle before lighting it and moving to the bookshelf again. After much longer than he would’ve liked, he found the book on the other side of the shelf.
“How did it get here?” He muttered, putting the large book under his arm and heading back to his desk. As he flipped through the familiar pages he worked to add what the book taught to his notes. The more knowledge, the better I can do, the more people I will be able to save. He was so diligent in his note-taking that he didn’t notice the sunlight fading away or the head librarian walking up behind him.
“Henrik, it’s time to close up. It will be lights out in 5 minutes.”
“I am almost done with this chapter, can I not stay a little longer?”
“Very well, I shall give you the key to the library. Make sure you blow out your candle and lock up before going back to your room.” She set the key down next to the candle and planted a small kiss on the top of his head. “Goodnight, Henrik.”
“Danke Mutter” he whispered, trying not to lean into the warm touch.
“What was that?”
“Ah- um… Thank you, Madam.” He stumbled over his words, trying to hide the embarrassed blush creeping into his cheeks. He heard a small chuckle behind him and then footsteps out of the room. Did I really just call her Mother? I mean, she does kind of look like she used to… But Mother passed to that illness 9 years ago… Henrik’s small smile faded and he stared blankly into the candle flame before shaking his head. No point in dwelling on the past. Madam trusted me to lock this place up. Back to work, Henrik.
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A small light flashed out in the hall as the hall monitor did his last rounds. He just barely saw it out of the corner of his eye and stopped in his tracks, holding the lantern high.
“Who goes there?” He walked down the hall, careful to not be too loud, but loud enough that whoever that was would hear him. He rounded the corner and saw two small forms dart out of sight. “Hey!” He chased the two shadows into a dead end and grinned when they looked back at him, realizing they were trapped. “Just two little brats? Why are you even out at this time? Wh-”
“What do you think Lily, will he be useful?” The boy with red and green glowing strips in his hair asked.
“Hmm, I doubt it. He looks kinda dumb.” The girl with glowing golden hair responded.
They walked forward a few steps and the light illuminated them better. Their copper-colored masks grinned in the dim lighting, sending chills down the hall monitor’s back.
“Too bad, kid.” The male grinned and cracked his fingers, his form crackling with anticipation.
“Hey! Answer m-!” The hall monitor gasped as the boy disappeared in a burst of green light. There was a zap behind him and he suddenly felt numb, threads wrapping around his limbs and neck.
Anti gave a little tug on the strings in his hand and his new puppet stood ready. Lillian skipped around him, looking him up and down.
“Nope, just a dumb puppet. Not even worthy of a mask.” Lillian poked the boy’s face and looked into his blank eyes before walking back to Anti.
“Puppet.” He said in a commanding voice. “Who here shows the most potential?”
“The teachers… are the most knowle… no. Henrik. He studies more… than everyone. He’s still in the… library….”
Anti grinned. “Take us there, Puppet.”
“Yes, Master Anti.” The hall monitor clumsily flopped past them and down the hall. After a few minutes, the three of them came to a big set of double doors, one of which was still slightly ajar. The hall monitor pointed to the doors.
“In… there….”
“Very good. Go to sleep puppet.” Anti pulled on the strings and the boy fell to the floor, no longer moving. He stepped over his legs and pushed the doors open with a little help from his powers. The doors opened with a bang and the single person in the room shot to his feet turning around and knocking over the candle. He did not care as it fell off the table, he only cared about the bigger threat in the doorway. The hall monitor’s light cast enough light in the red hall to silhouette the two children coming his way.
“WH- Who are you? Vhy are you here?” His voice broke in his panic. He reached into his pocket where he carried a small knife.
“Oh! A German boy!” Lillian smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, Henrik!”
“How do you know my name?” Henrik glanced down as the candle hit the floor and the flame began to spread to the wood floorboards. There was a flash of green light and the flame went out.
“Now now, we don’t want the whole place to burn down.” Henrik looked back up at the boy, whose arm was outstretched, green… something holding the fire above his palm. There was another flash of light and the fire was gone.
“W-witches…” Henrik gasped, stepping back. Anti laughed.
“We’re not witches, Henrik. We’re gifted.” Anti tapped Lillian’s arm and she suddenly appeared beside Henrik. He gasped and whipped his sword out of his pocket, slicing in her direction. She hissed as he cut her shoulder. “Well, he’s certainly got fighting spirit…” She grumbled, stepping away and inspecting him. Although Henrik couldn’t see her eyes, he could definitely feel her gaze looking into him. “Hold him still, will you Anti? I think a good design is coming to mind.” Henrik looked back at the doorway as Anti appeared behind him and grabbed him around the waist, pinning his arms to his sides.
“Let me go! You-!” He stopped struggling as he felt a string wrapping around his neck. His mind became fuzzy and he watched the girl in front of him and she began to weave with her golden threads. Her hypnotic movements made him calm down despite the screaming in his head. When the mask was nearly complete, Anti held out his hand and Lillian pulled a few of his red threads into the mask. The glow faded and the copper color set in.
“What do you think? It looks pretty cool, right?”
Anti chuckled. “Yes, I think it fits him nicely.” He pulled the strings and Henrik fell to his knees, looking up at Lillian. As the mask covered his vision, he felt the strings around his neck loosen. In one last desperate attempt to get free, he plunged the small knife into one of the arms holding him. Anti’s grip was gone just as the mask secured itself onto his face. He yelled at the pain before going silent, head drooped. The two others watched as his hair began to glow a soft blue.
“Hmm, that was unexpected,” Anti said, pulling the knife out of his arm. “The yell and the knife.”
Lillian looked around as a few doors opened and the halls began to fill with noise. “Aw pitty, he woke them up.”
“Henrik.” She said, gently poking him on the head. He twitched before standing up.
“We have to get out of here.” he said, his voice just barely non-monotone.
“Yes. Unfortunately, I cannot teleport more than two people yet.” Anti frowned.
Henrik nodded before grabbing his cane. “Follow me. There is more than one exit to this room.”
“Hmm! Good thing he works!” Lillian clapped before following Henrik. “I wonder what his power is….”
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.”
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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.”
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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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