#c; Jack

[thehunterprogram]

@scarlctdeity

Wake up, Jack.

The command came from deep within him, less of a thought, but an instinct. The basal communication of a symbiote. His last clear memory became his first thought as consciousness returned; the roar of wind rushing past as he fell, unable, in his exhaustion, to exert any force on the empty space around him. Jack was prepared for an impact, yet none arrived. Quite the opposite, in fact. The bed he found himself lying in was a relative comfort, though overshadowed by the pain that permeated his body regardless.

His eyes took some moments to adjust to the light and with what little movement he could muster, observed his surroundings. He found himself somewhere unexpected. This was not the containment chamber for a new or injured hunter to stabilise in. It appeared to be a standard hospital room,  albeit a somewhat advanced one. At that moment, Jack received his first visitor, and he learned that the lights in his room had not, in fact, been on. He turned his head away sharply and shut his eyes as they lit up.

“Can those stay off?”

[aerospectrum]

unplotted starter for @jackklinerp

Crouching to examine the shelves, Castiel took his time choosing between the mess of board and card games; really focused on finding one they’d both enjoy. He snagged two boxes and carried each one under his arms; boots shuffling across the hard floors of the bunker and back down the hall into the kitchen where he’d spent half the morning trying to figure out which cereals Jack could eat without getting too wild.

“Alright, kiddo.” Cas set the games on the table and gave Jack’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. “You can pick which one you want to try first; although I am rather good at ‘Sorry’.” He smiled fondly as he took a seat across from him. “Shoots and Ladders is age appropriate although it can be frustrating when you end up on a ladder space.” He explained happily; the tightness in his chest was foreign, but it felt… nice. It was an exciting thing to spend time with his son and after everything they’d been through Jack deserved some quality time being the center of attention. “So which one do you want, Jack?” He asked with bright eyes and a cheery disposition. “There’s more in the library though if these two aren��t fun for you.”

[piningpebbles]

years later and it's STILL got its claws in me don't ever think otherwise

[mioakem]

oh that’s las nevadas…in 2024…las nevadas…2024

[sethdomain]

omw to kill ctommy

[scrivvle74]

can’t believe there was dsmp lore in 2024

[casinocatt]

“I might not see you again”

“that’s okay”

[420technoblazeit]

i know it's probably bc those were the only characters they felt comfortable establishing the canon fates of but it's really funny to me that the only characters confirmed to still be alive are c!tommy, jack, and tubbo

[tubborucho]

They did it. They got their soft epilogue. The world is kind at last.

[rozugold]

Prev || Next

That joke sure didn’t land

[sketchy-noodles]

EVERYBODY SHUSH RIGHT NOW

IS NOBODY GOING TO TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT DESPITE IT BEING THE CATALYST OF C!JACK’S NEVER-ENDING BEEF WITH C!TOMMY-

HE STILL FOLLOWED HIM ONTO THE BRIDGE IN THE NETHER?!?!?!?!?

Lest we forget that their whole thing happened because Jack was worried about Tommy in exile and went to check on him, only to get pushed off the Nether bridge by Tommy himself because he wasn’t in a good place mentally and wasn’t thinking about it. Jack then crawled up out of HELL and REFUSED TO STAY DEAD because he was so upset and wanted revenge.

AND YET! AND YET!!!!! HE TRUSTED C!TOMMY TO LEAD HIM ON THAT VEEY SAME BRIDGE WITH NO FEAR OR APPREHENSION

CAN WE ALL HAVE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR FUCKING CHARACTER GROWTH EVERYBODY!!!!!!!!

[kozzax]

no because "i like who i am now!" being so bright and cheery . i cant watch the stream. i have to go do my paper. its due at midnight. its past 10 pm. but like. "i like who i am now!" and its so like. warm. hes so genuine about it. c!jack manifold, who hated who he was at the end, who turned into a beast fueled by vengeance and hatred and anger, who gets to just. exist. who gets to like who he is. all he ever wanted was to be happy . all he ever wanted was for people to recognize he was a person and respect him as a person. he climbed out of hell and decided to be worse and turn into a version of himself that he hated and now he's standing here and he says he likes himself and. waugh. WAUGH. i'm crying. does anyone understand. like yeah chommy soft epilogue. thats great. but the super important other thing here is cjack soft epilogue. yes hes still a gambler yes he still has problems but he likes who he is now???? im breaking down sobbing.

[idiot-mushroom]

he’s healing

[galaxydrcaming]

@lcnelylcves

Rude manners did not bother Jack. If anything, he was an expert at pissing off people, usually on purpose. “Uh, highlights. Let’s see. Gods in your world are actually gods, not homicidal parasites, but still shitty, they got that in common. Quests, death, misery, sounds like a Tuesday.” Although he sounded flippant, there was an edge to Jack’s voice. Anyone who knew him would know that around kids, he became a thousand times more ‘Jack’ about things. “Sally’s one of the most trustworthy women I’ve met, and I take that serious.” His expression softened, talking about his girlfriend as he headed for the kitchen. He couldn’t cook well, but he still wanted to be a decent host. “I’m pretty sure she baked some cookies the other day, you wanna see if there’s any left?”

Furrowing her eyebrows slightly at the mention of homicidal parasites, she shudders and presses her lips together. “A few of them are alright actually, but yeah, that’s a good enough summary.” She muses with a small nod of her head. “The Thursday package includes trauma, nightmares, and panic attacks to all demigods, it’s one hades of a life, I’m sorry to hear that you seem to have gone through something shitty in your own world.” She remarks, wondering now just how many people in this world needed therapy. “Good to know, because there’s a shit ton of people in this place and in my world that would not hesitate to fight anyone that hurt her, she’s family.” Annabeth states before following him into the kitchen and locating the cookies pretty quickly as she took one and bit into it, stifling a yawn absentmindedly. 

[odette-abbott]

read .   jack silently  reads  a  book  alongside  odette .

she was deep in the heart of the most recent topic she decided to research for something to do and that had led her to the library. the topic of medicine was what had a vice grip on her attention span and the circle of books surrounding her couldn't make that any clearer. however, there was one book she was. no, needed. it mocked her from the top shelf that she couldn't reach. she tried on her tip-toes. she tried jumping. she even tried to discreetly walk by and leap in an effort to try a sneak attack approach on the book. all failed.

"excuse me? could you help me please?"

[tjodity]

thinking about jack manifold, in a well-loved robot vessel, carefully planting a mushroom that he has clung to for the last four years of his life in the ruins of his old house, before moving on. im so so normal about it