#Teeth AU

[errol-banks]

More from the teeth au that's consuming my brain

[pxxppet]

Making Happy (Part 1)

Teeth AU Chapter 3

The morning Marvin comes home; peace and strife all in just 8 hours.

-----------------------------------------

Jackie is gloved and sad once more. It's 5 a.m. when Chase finds him in the kitchen.

"B? Not sleeping again?" Chase approaches where he sits on the floor. "Jackie?"

Jackie isn't looking up at him, just curled up. Chase rubs his neck, mouth thin. He's uncomfortable seeing his brother look so small.

He sits across from him. Stares at him. His hands are twitching, but he tries to be strong for Jackie just as Jackie is for him. Red hoodie, grey hoodie. The same scar on their eyebrow.

"Remember when I was the youngest?" Chase smiles, Jackie looks over to him for a second or two. "You and Marv were so freaked out, man, you'd just lost Anti, Jack was so paranoid that he moved you all across England, and my dumbass certainly wasn't helping. Ha. Are you feeling that kind of fear again, bro?"

Jackie huffs out a laugh. "Worse this time."

"Worse than an attempt?!"

"Wha- Fuck you man you know I don't mean that!" Jackie reaches over and grabs him, pulling Chase under his arm and mussing his hair. Chase tries to stay quiet and shoves his big brother off, laughing.

"Does he really scare you that bad?"  Chase quiets even more and frowns.

"I..." Jackie pauses, curls up again, breathes. "He's just- Jameson looks like him. And I even smell him sometimes around him. It's freaky." He laughs dazedly. "I keep finding new bloodstains on his sheets too. He could be self harmful like you were-"

Chase winces, blushing. He tugs at his hoodie sleeve to further cover the burn scars along his forearm. "Jameson doesn't seem like that type. He's really polite, I don't think he'd bleed on things if it was in his control." Chase speaks lightheartedly, despite his horrible words. The casuality on horror that only fathers and suicide survivors can show.

Jackie tugs his hood over his eyes as the sun begins rising through the kitchen window, staining the brown tile floor orange and gold. "You made it though, Chaser. I suppose he will too. Somehow- he has to."

Chase claps him on the shoulder softly. "Yeah, big man. He'll make it."

"Sorry for all the fighting when it all started," Jackie mumbles. "I just was scared."

"Jackie..." Chase sighs, running a hand down his tired face. "You've apologized three times already."

"I mean it though," Jackie insists.

"I know you do. You always mean it." Chase smiles at him soft, the sun lighting his gentle freckles. Jackie smiles back shyly, then dives at him and wraps him into a big brother hug. Chase laughs and cuddles in. "Let's go to June's Cafe and get pastries."

---

Henrik knocks on Jameson's door around 11 AM. Jameson lifts his head from his pillows, his hair stuck to them by blood. His vision is so blurry. Even more than usual, to the point he can't make out even his own hands. He coughs. Henrik takes that as a sign to come in, only to freeze at the sight of him.

"Maus!" He exclaims in shock, rushing towards him. "What happened, what happened?!"

Jameson doesn't respond, his eyes flickering sightlessly. Henrik stares at his emptiness for only moments before it clicks.

"Did you... Magic? Jameson, you shouldn't. Oh, Jameson, your nose must have practically hemorrhaged."

JJ feels himself cry. He can still smell Anti's arms, and judging by the goosebumps he feels on Henrik, he knows he can too. Yet his brother says nothing. Oh- His brother? Jameson blinks distantly. That's the first time he's had a thought like that. He can only make out the blur of peach white skin and thick, dark glasses of his friend. Henrik has been nothing but kind, nothing but thoughtful. But a bitter acid rests on Jameson's tongue as golden flowers wave in his mind's eye.

But then Henrik is tutting and pulling him close, and Jamie wraps shaking hands on the small of his back, eyes glassy.

"Jameson, come have a bath. I will cook some eggs for you with toast. Tea if you want. You look like you need big break."

JJ let's himself be helped out of bed, half limping half being dragged. He uses Chase's shower chair, and bathes fairly easily. A soft looking bar of cloud soap scents roses and thyme at him. He hasn't smelled it on any of the others, so he figures it belongs to the missing brother. Sibling? He has absolutely no clue.

He uses a tiny bit of it on his chest, breaking it off neatly to use just a bit. It covers the smell of his monster in flowers, just like his grave. The static is playing still in his ear, so faint it scares him. He's losing so many pieces of Anti. It makes him shake, a few silent tears mixing into the water.

He changes into one of Chase's sweaters, and some of Henrik's pants. The broadest shoulders and the thinnest waist are what fit him best. Slightly different from the others. He runs a hand through his drying hair, wondering if he has anything particularly unique. He can faintly see that Jackie is very tall, Henrik's body feels so slim, and Chase is a bit fatter and healthier due to comfort eating. Perhaps Jack gave him something of his own- Or perhaps he's a carbon copy. He trims his mustache with the first scissors he can feel out. He uses water to curl it on instinct, like he always has.

Henrik flips a mushroom and spiced omelet onto the plate with the buttery toast, a cup of English Breakfast laid out with the milk and sugar so Jameson can make it himself. Jameson raps on the wall to the kitchen, and Henrik turns to him with a smile he knows his friend can't see. Formalities, though.

Jameson let's himself be guided to his tea cup, and grasps at the milk. Oddly he doesn't add a hint of sugar at all. Henrik is honestly shocked, Jameson has the face of a man who takes his tea sweet.

They sit at the kitchen bar on the brown stools. Afternoon sun shines on the remaining grains of black sand, and yet Henrik is silent. Mercifully and understandingly silent.

---

Marvin is wearing Jace's orange hoodie, the one with a rose on the breast that smells like his clove oil cologne and Marvin's own smell. They sigh, staring up at the ceiling with a pinched tight face.

"Hey beetle?" they murmur. Jace gives a small, sleepy mumble, his blue hair poking in every direction. Marvin smiles softly, but it turns sad. "I think I need to go home. Today."

Jace sits up, suddenly fully awake. "Baby are you sure?! I thought you needed the break, y'know?"

"Mmm..." Marvin screws their eyes shut. "I need to face it eventually. I... I need to." Their voice is hollow, tired. Jace worriedly roams his eyes over their gaunt body.

"I trust you, but you're taking my hoodie for comfort."

Marvin chuckles and snuggles against him sleepily. They have to be brave somehow after all.

---

Jackie is in the woods. Again. Again and again. He killed him on a Friday. Now he gardens at his grave on that same day. The flowers are healthy, and only his family knows the guilty reason why they're doing so well.

His hands feel grounded and steady for the first time in weeks, buried in dirt and pulling weeds. His sweaty hair is in his face stubbornly despite a headband attempting desperately to hold it back.

Once everything is well, Jackie just... sits. The wind tousles the flowers in shinning waves. Jackie stares at the stick headstone, worn and afraid. He is so afraid. He wonders if Anti would be scared right now, if he had been that cheeky smiled teal haired kid. But Anti, green hued and so afraid he looks broken, floats over his vision of peace. Jackie reaches out and runs his hand over the carvings.

Footsteps crackle up the trail, and Jackie tenses. But when he turns, it's just Marvin. Just his beautiful, amazing sibling; back home to him. He smiles, standing. He raises and orange glowing hand and Marvin raises a blue, as they take each other in their magics softly, tugging on each other like they did as young folk.

Marvin laughs, nervous yet happy. "Jacksie!"

"Marvy!" Jackie laughs and runs over to them. He bounces in place from excitement, placing his hands on Marvin's shoulders. "You actually came home?"

"Of course, love." Marvin tries to smile casually, but Jackie can feel their tense muscles. "Why would I ever stay away?"

They walk back to the house, leaving the swaying golden grave behind.

----

"You let it used my soap?" Marvin feels hot, fists clenched. Jameson sits tensely at the table, not looking at them, face red. "Like it can just come in here and fucking smell like us all?! Like our scents are toys?"

"Marvin," Henrik warns. "Be. Nice."

Marvin flushes hotter, shaking. They thought they could do this. They really thought they could. But the fucking kid used his soap, his soap infused with his own magical scenting. Just took it for himself. They stare hard at Henrik, before releasing a loud "ugh!" and going to their room. The door doesn't slam, which is somehow worse.

"I- I'm sorry Jameson, I'm sorry." Jackie says, hurrying after them. "I'll talk to them, I'm sorry." JJ clings to fruit punch wafts to try drowning the guilty smell off of him.

Henrik looks back and forth, then pinches his temples. This is going to be rough.

[pxppet]

How funny would it be if I make Teeth AU Jameson a trans man but he has no idea because he has never seen another human naked & Anti doesn’t exactly have sex ed textbooks so he just assumed-

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Barbie Day & False Teeth Day

Person A is part of a coven of vampires who always file down their fangs and pay for lots of expensive dentistry to blend in among humans. And Person A assumes all vampires due to this in the modern age, since they’ve never met any vampire who does differently. Until Person A meets Person B, a vampire drinking from someone when Person A goes jogging in the woods. Person A is shocked - mostly because they can only drink from blood bags with straws, their lack of fangs making them unable to feed themself the natural way of biting and sucking. Person B is horrified to see a vampire who altered their teeth, and mocks Person A for being a ‘domesticated vampire’. Person A begins to question their coven and the ways they do things, but struggles between the romantic ideal of growing out their fangs and living as a ‘vampire should’, especially because Person A has human friends who they worry would be scared of them if they let their fangs grow out.

[affiliantlink]

are you suffering from teeth problems?

Here are three tips for taking care of your teeth:

Brush your teeth twice a day: It's important to brush your teeth at least twice a day, once in the morning and once before bed. Use a soft-bristled toothbrush and a fluoride toothpaste. Be sure to brush for at least two minutes, making sure to brush all surfaces of your teeth, including the fronts, backs, and chewing surfaces.

Floss daily: Flossing helps to remove plaque and food particles from between your teeth and along the gumline, which your toothbrush can't reach. Floss at least once a day, preferably at night before bed.

Use mouthwash: Mouthwash can help to kill bacteria and freshen your breath. Look for a mouthwash that contains fluoride to help prevent tooth decay. Use mouthwash after brushing and flossing as part of your oral hygiene routine. if you want to know more tips click here now!

[lesbesapphic]

Someone please tell me to go and study and not think about dark!Sw ruining our in front of gaurd Natasha just tu humiliate r and to teach you a lesson. Pretty sure she would keep you around her the next morning, redoing your bruises if they change even a little bit of color. Saying how they are there to remind you who you belong to

[wasyago]

Can you draw that snail? You know the one who got out of Grian's power and started to eat Gem's lighthouse?

little guy <3

alternatively: big guy.

[aveloka-draws]

[magicomens]

Mr Crowley your projecting is showing

First >> Prev >> Next

[fuckingdeadinsidetm]

Dick so ass you actually bite his head off afterwards

[arttsuka]

So, @wolfythewitch 's gravity fowls au...

[errol-banks]

Errol and his mother in an au that is very dear to my heart

[pxxppet]

Making Happy (Part 2)

Teeth AU Chapter 3

Jameson get some psychiatric help, but it leaves him with lots to process.

‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿

The psychiatrist barely looks him in the eye the entire appointment, and Jameson finds himself wishing desperately she had let Henrik in. He has to write in a little notebook rather than sign.

"Do you hear or see things that others do not?" Her voice is so clinical. She clicks a pen repeatedly, eyeing the clock. Jameson points to 'rarely' on the page before him. It has happened occasionally, when he does see anything at all that is. Why did she ask a blind man this, again?

"Do you not trust what you think is real?"

His hand hesitates the movement. That seems to be true every single day this past while. 'Often.'

"Do you sense that others might be controlling you? Your thoughts or actions, such as."

Jameson shifts on the uncomfortable grey chair. Someone was for a long time. How would he not? 'Very often.'

"Do you struggle to keep up with daily living, such as showers or cleaning?"

'Often.'

"Do you feel like you have powers that other people can't understand?"

Yes, always, ever since he was born. 'Never.'

"Do you have trouble organizing or keeping track of your thinking?"

'Often.'

"Are you struggling with maintaining your social relationships?"

Constantly. 'Rarely.'

"Do you feel like you're being followed or tracked?"

Static, static, louder the farther from the house he moves. 'Often.'

"Do people have trouble guessing the emotion on your face?"

Jameson's face has been dead aside from forced-looking smiles the entire day. 'Often.'

She regards him at last, looking him over. "Your hands are stiff, your face is emotionless, and you seem to have some odd thinking. I'll start you on paliperidone, a newer medication, and I'll prescribe benzodiazepine limitedly for those freezing up episodes you mentioned. I'll need to observe you in a few other appointments, and get a lab work-up before I'll officially diagnose you and prescribe refills."

And with that it's over; he's standing outside the quickly closed door. Must be lunch time. Henrik comes running from the waiting area, but is halted by the front desk worker. She, at least, seems to pity them, because she sighs and concedes to let him by once she glances back and sees how wobbly on his legs Jameson is. Henrik rushes up to him and offers him his arm. Jameson gratefully accepts.

"How are you feeling?" Henrik mumbles.

"Tired" JJ responds honestly. He brushes across the long hair laying across the back of his neck. "Need to go home."

Henrik smirks. "You'll be as long as Marvin soon if you don't let someone cut your hair." He guides Jameson along to their car on his arm, helping him buckle in, then getting into the driver's seat.

As they drive, JJ keeps his cheek pressed to the cool window. Summer will be over soon and the days are growing colder. He watches the pinpoint spot of colours rush by in the black. Anti used to cut his hair. A razor to the sides and scissors to the top, always matching their hair in a trendy long-on-top-short-on-sides style. Their outfits always looked at least similar, aside from the days he would play dress-up and put him in vests and ties like the day he was born. Jameson closes his eyes, sighing out against the glass. He's overgrown and dressed in the clothes of Anti's enemies. He feels like there's a hairball in his throat, the quiet static coming closer as their home becomes visible in the distance.

Marvin is on the couch as Henrik leads JJ through the door. Henrik starts and glances at them, waiting for yelling or disgust on their face. Instead Marvin just gives them a welcoming nod, and immediately focuses intensely on the T.V. Henrik blinks, but then JJ is tapping him to question why they've stopped. He whispers a 'sorry', then leads him to his bedroom.

Henrik walks back into the room and balks at his sibling. "Going to tell me some earth-shattering secret as to why you are not mad at him still?"

Marvin snorts. "Fuck off, doc, it's nothing like that. I just… sort of realised how much of an ass I was being after even Chase scolded me. It's my own fucking issues, I shouldn't put the shit about Jack on the kid's shoulders, is all."

"Wow, my big sibling, actually admitting to their faults. Did I travel to another universe this past week?"

Marvin shoots him a scandalized look and Henrik laughs aloud. He trods to the sofa and plops beside them, snuggling into their shoulder. Marvin hugs him back, and Henrik knocks their heads together softly. "Welcome back to yourself, my friend."

---

Jameson sits among the gold. He's crying, he has been for the past 30 minutes. He brought a beaded bracelet he made with Chase and one of the muffins Henrik brought him yesterday to the grave with him, gifts for his brother. Before the crying began he had wound the bracelet around the stick below the carving. There, now it actually sticks out in his fumbling darkness. He set the muffin by the stick, like an offering to the distant gods.

He brushes his fingers over the carved name over and over as he cries, letting the name fill his head. Anti, Anti, Anti. Brother, master, captor; all of these things at once. He wonders how Anti saw him. Was he a brother? A possession? Does it even matter now that it's over, a long long time ago? Chilled wind slides across his wet cheeks as he cups his hands over his trembling mouth, rocking in the dirt and flowers. He loves him. Jameson doesn't think he'll ever stop loving him. But Anti hurt him badly. The psychiatrist's blunt words roll in his mind over and over. The questions and how broken they made him feel. It's all his brother's fault - his captor's fault. The damage is forever.

Jameson brushes tear-soaked hair out of his face. If he cuts it, he is terrified of looking like Anti's brother again. But don't Jackie and Henrik have similar hair? Wouldn't he look like them, too? Doesn't he just look like Jack, at the end of it? When did this face become so painful? He used to love that Anti dressed like him and cut his hair. He used to love the small similarities that reassured him Anti loves him. He stares through the black at the colourful beads, and finds himself wondering if Anti can see him, wherever he is. If Anti is laughing at how goofy and childish the beads look on a grave. A small laugh bubbles out through his tears. Anti, Anti, Anti, chants his mind. My stupid big brother.

He cries until the sun begins to set, eventually slumping to the ground half asleep, watching the world darken til his vision is useless.

Jackie walks out around 8 p.m. and finds him dozing off. His heart aches, and with guilty hands he lifts JJ to his chest, carrying him back to the house. Jackie puts him into his bed, but cannot bring himself to leave the room. He ends up curled across the foot of the bed as Jameson sleeps.

Jameson wakes while it's still dark, and finds Jackie in the same place. He could see that bright maroon hoodie in any darkness he faced, he thinks. He rolls the quilt and sheets down, tucking them across Jackie's back. With a smile he can't quite place, he gets up to shower and make tea, leaving the hero to get some well-deserved rest.

[pxppet]

Making Happy (Part 3)

Teeth AU Chapter 3

Getting back in the swing of this AU, so just a short bit.

‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿

Jameson nearly topples over himself, scrambling backwards from Chase and Henrik as they close in on him. "No!" his hands call, somewhere between playful and terrified.

"It's just a haircut, JJ, you can handle it," Chase soothes, trying not to sound exasperated as he and Henrik corner him and each grab a shoulder. Jameson practically vibrates in place, his face stuck in a half grin half grimace.

"Everything is safe, my friend. We will keep it as long or as short as you'd like, you just look like a wild man right now!" Henrik pets at his shoulder and leads him towards the bathroom where they have a chair set up by the mirror.

"Just try to relax, bud," Chase says as he soothes his hands over his shoulders and sits him down. "We'll cut it however you want, I went to cosmetics school for like two years so I've got this."

Henrik chuckles and rolls his eyes, and Chase sticks his tongue out at him. Jameson can't focus on it. He watches his own body tremble in the wooden chair, on some other plane of existence, far away from the razor. He sees Anti's hand carrying scissors. He sees those scissors cutting blood from his jaw and ears, Anti offering barely mumbled apologies. Anti's clawed hands petting through his cropped hair cut just to match.

"JJ?" Chase snaps him back just a bit. "Are y' all good"

"Fine," he smiles. Chase watches his hands tremble as they speak frowning.

"Jameson, is something up?"

JJ squeezes his eyes open and shut, trying to remember where in time he is. Chase has pale, gentle hands, freckled and hairy. Very human. Very kind. Jameson meets Chase caring eyes in the mirror, their blues just slightly different shines. He sighs, comforted despite himself. "It's ok, Chase. I'll be fine." He slows his breathing and stares straight ahead at himself.

"Okay, bud. So what kind of cut are you thinking?"

Jameson tries to picture it. He knows what length Anti liked it. He never enjoyed it being so stiff and styled. Jackie's hair is nice, short sides with a flop on top, soft curls and red in the light. Chase's is nice too, more long and straight and laying over his eyes.

"Like Jackie," he signs. "I want it like Jackie's hair."

Chase hums and smiles, turning on the buzzing razor and cutting away the months worth of overgrown shag.

-

Jameson looks at himself, blurry in his darkness. His hair is curly, actually, he feels. Very curly. Especially at this in between length. His dark brown locks sit just above his eyebrows, bangs swooped to his left side. He tugs at it. Twirls at the corners of his mustache. Plucks at Chase's sweater he borrowed. His face looks so… pink. He used to see an ashen grey patch of paleness when he looked at his reflection, sickly and gaunt. His cheeks are full and peachy, even though still pale. His dentures give him a full mouth of normal, human teeth. He looks like someone he has never met before.

"Hi," he waves at himself. "Jameson. J. JJ."

There, now he's met himself. Not that that makes the odd fog over his vision recede. He opens the door, but looks at his reflection until the very last crack of the door peeps his eyes at himself. Shut. He's floating, it feels. He ends up on the sofa, somehow, and lays down on his stomach with his face pressed into the cushions.

-

Jackie comes home from a run drenched in sweat, and the comotion makes him stir. JJ waves at Jackie, and Jackie jumps slightly. He smells like hospital stink. Jameson tilts his head and waves his hands in a question.

"I- I'm good, Jamie. I was visiting, uh, y'know… Jack. While I was running. Just hopped on the bus and went for it. No biggie." Jackie shrugs and tries to smile casually.

Jameson nods solomnly, worrying his hands across his sweater's texture. "Can I go some time? See Jack?"

Jackie rubs his arms, face flickering between distress and light confusion. "He's comatose, and you didn't really know him, so I don't know."

JJ blinks at the blunt defensive tone he has never heard come from Jackie before. He turns his head away and towards the floor, feeling scolded. "I'm sorry. I was just wondering."

Jackie sighs. "It's not anything to be sorry for, Jamie. I just… I don't want you to see him like he is. His head is all healed up, but his brain activity is still behaving weirdly and they don't know if- if it means he's dying or what. I don't want you to see him like that."

JJ keeps quiet about the time travel, keeps quiet about how much Jack's appearance scared him. Instead, he pats the sofa and hold his arms out to Jackie. Jackie laughs without knowing why. Just the horror of it all, probably. He sits down and lays into the arms of Jack's coma baby. He feels the tug of his shoulder scar, the muscle that will never be the same. Because of JJ. Because of Anti. God, if another brother breaks his heart he'll be done for, he thinks as he tangles his fingers stiffly into the short back of JJ's hair.

Jameson rubs his back, and tries to press a sign into his hoodie. 'Brother,' he rubs his fists. If Jackie understands or not doesn't matter, it's much more an admission to himself. Jackie is everything Anti was not - some of the things he was, too - and if Anti was his brother, well, Jackie must be too now. He'll figure out what brother means some day, but for now all it feels like is warm, safe arms holding onto him, no claws or harm hiding under the black gloves.

Just Jackie. Just brother. Just safe.

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

National 12-Hour Fresh Breath Day

Person A is a vampire who was turned as a peasant with horrible dental hygiene, and now they are seeking a dentist to correct their teeth without asking questions about their fangs. So they decide to kidnap a dentist, Person B, and hold them hostage and force them to work on fixing their teeth.

[anxiousapplepie]

tfw you start asking a higher power to show you which person to Bless because there's a maniac with god-like powers coming to your home and the answer drops right in your lap

I'm not saying Euphrasie thought Siffrin was a bad choice to be the savior of Vaugarde but by the stars in the sky he was not her first choice but who are you to argue with the Universe!