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Take one down, swap boys?

“You needn’t look at me like that,” Charles mumbled, burying his nose in the blanket draped over his knees as he sniffled thickly. “It’s not as if I meant for it to spread to the lot of you.”

“B̶͘͡ut̴̕ į͝t̶͜ ̢di͝͝d̨!” Janson snapped, his voice even more broken than usual. Blots of fresh blood seeped into his bandages as he coughed, growling in pain. “I ̴h̸͜a̕҉̨te̕ it͜͜͞, I̶ ̡͟ha̵te ̕be̡i̛͢ng̶̨ s͡i̕c̷҉k͡!”

“Don’t take it out on him, Jannie…” Splendor mumbled with a sleepy groan as he twisted against his blankets for a more comfortable position, careful not to disturb James, who was curled up in a tight ball beside him. “An’ just the tidbit quieter, please…”

“Anyone want some ice cream before I finish it?” Marvin rasped, though by his tight hold on the tub, he was hoping to make it a rhetorical question.

[pistachiolan]

Hey!! First of all congrats I’m sorry I wasn’t on tumblr to catch all the milestone stuff but I’m still proud either way💗💗💗 Second, if you’re a still doing requests could you do a JJ Disney thingy? I don’t wanna pressure you so don’t worry if you can’t, don’t work yourself too hard. Love ya 💗💗

A lot of people wanted this one huh, since it’s MerMay and tbh JJ just fits for The Little Mermaid :D

JJ x Disney AU // Request #26

The Little JJ - a little adorable merman boy who will pay a price of his voice for the opportunity to gain legs and explore the land… but for now, he’s quite happy exploring the ocean searching for different human stuff among the shipwrecks 

Commissions OPEN | Art/Idea© LAN (Do NOT use/repost without permission)

[schneepcore]

Hello! How are you?

“Hallo! Mir geht’s ganz gut, bin nur müde wie immer”“Hello! I’m doing well, just tired as usual”

[egopocalypse]

Broken Wings

It’s actually happening.

His bare feet pound against the uneven stones, echoing down the dark hall as he runs, heart racing, with the other pulling him along. He sobs in relief, the warm grasp around his wrist so different from the harsh grip of his former shackles. 

He broke those. Jackie ripped them off mere minutes ago, and he’s one step closer to fresh air, to freedom, to tasting the crisp bite of ice on his tongue and the sweet, clear gulp of water guzzling down his throat-

Jackie stops in front of him, his body colliding with his brother’s, and a cry rips out of his throat, the aches and pains of old scars and brittle bones rippling through his system. An arm slams him into the wall, one hand covering his mouth as Jackie shushes him, sky blue eyes dark as he glares. 

"Do you want him to come find us, Hen? 'Cause you're leading him right to us." 

Henrik recoils. He’s never heard Jackie’s voice sound so cold. "I-"

"Shut the fuck up and follow me, unless you want him to find us and drag you back to your fucking cell.” The grip around Henrik’s mouth tightens and he flinches. “Do you understand?" 

Henrik nods, wincing as pain throbs through his skull. He must've hit it harder than he thought. Jackie releases his grip and nods in return, a sharp bob of his head that demands for no questions. "Let's go. Every moment we waste standing around is another moment he comes closer to finding us." 

Nausea boils in his gut, but he still continues on, stumbling behind the hero as Jackie twists through endless halls and tunnels, ducking around corners before he can blink. His arm's wrenching out of his socket, but he doesn't dare whimper, Jackie's warning echoing like a hiss in his mind. It's a mantra at this point, and it's all he can focus on. 

Don't get caught. Don't get caught. Don'tgetcaughtIdon’twanttogetcaughtpleasedon’tlethimcatchus-

He doesn't notice the footsteps pounding harder behind them, the darkness growing deeper in the eternal abyss, nor the way that Jackie's grip on his wrist gets tighter with every dead end, every turn that he swears he passed by minutes ago. He doesn't notice sky blue eyes growing darker, more determined, desperate, nor the slowing of their pace as heavy breaths shudder in and out of Jackie's form. 

But he notices the laugh. 

It echoes behind them, a chilling cackle that freezes his veins and stops his heart. He can't do this. Not now. Not when they're so close! There has to be a way out!

"Jackie, what are we gonna do? He's gonna catch us!" 

"Shut up!" He barks, stunning Henrik into silence. "I'm thinking." 

The hallways leer behind him, the shadows creeping closer, and he can’t breathe. His breath hitches, slow and sharp, and fear pulses in his veins, heart pounding heavily in his ears. 

“He’s gonna find us, Jackie. We need to pick a direction and go, please!”

“I said shut up!” Jackie snarls.

Henrik took a couple steps back, moving closer to the wall. “What’s happened to you? What happened to the hero I once knew?” 

A low chuckle rises out of Jackie’s throat, taking on a growl-like quality, and Henrik steps back, scratching his palm against the cold concrete wall. 

“That’s the thing, doctor.” Jackie grins, cold and cruel, and sky blue eyes flash a wicked green, baring his teeth for Henrik to see. “I never was a hero.” 

“Wha- How- How did you?” His mouth shuts as he backs against the wall, steel blue eyes narrowed in a pointed glare. “What did you do to him, you monster?”

“I had you for a second, didn’t I?” Anti smirks. “You thought it was really him.”

“If you’ve got that suit, that means he’s still here somewhere, and I won’t stop until I find him!” 

"Oh, but that's the point, doc.” Anti says, and the illusion fades, the classic red garb of the hero vanishing as the demon returns back to his regular color scheme. “Your darling brother was never here. It was always me, guiding you around in circles.”

“Why?” His hands curl into bony fists, knuckles poking out as gnarled nails dig into his palms. “Why did you do this? Why did you let me hope?”

“Because of this moment,” He smiles, baring his teeth in a ghoulish grin. “I wanted to watch the light leave your eyes as you broke. I wanted to watch as you realize no one is coming to save you.” He steps closer, shadows growing behind him in the dim light. “You're never leaving, unless it’s as a broken toy dancing on my strings.” 

Henrik’s words die in his throat, never reaching his lips as he freezes, panic bubbling in his lungs. His breaths grow sharp and short, and black pupils expand to encompass steel blue. 

“But since you thought you could escape me, that deserves some punishment, don’t you think?” Anti’s voice is slow, mocking him as each syllable is dragged out one by one. “You thought you could run on those weak little legs, so let’s see how you run when they’re broken.”

That knocks him back into action. “No- no wait, please! I’m sorry!” 

His pleas come out in whimpers, meek and mild, then growing to desperate screams as steel-toed boots crunch down on his shins. It takes several attempts to break them, to hear the sharp crack of bone and loud snap of the split, but he continues, never stopping until the doctor’s collapsed on the ground in tears. 

“Quiet, pet. You don’t want me to make this worse, do you?” He growls, grabbing Schneep by the scruff of his collar, and his other hand buries in his hair, forcing him to meet beady black eyes. “I’m not planning on killing you yet. Not if I can still make you mine.”

“I won’t-“ Anti cuts him off with a rough yank of his hair, and a strangled gasp leaves his exposed throat as the familiar feeling of cold steel presses against it.

“You will.”

He drags him back down the corridor, broken legs scraping against the rough floor as waves of pain wrack through his body. The mess of hallways and dead ends rush past him, but he can’t summon the effort to watch them pass by. 

“Consider this a warning, puppet.” Henrik chokes back a cry as Anti tosses him back in his cell, his crumpled form left sprawled on the ground. “The next time you try to escape, it’ll be your precious brother’s legs instead of your own, so make your choice now.” Anti crouches down at eye level, grabbing Henrik’s chin and forcing him to look into toxic green. “Will you stay? Or will you force your brother to take the hits you were too weak to take yourself?”

“I’ll-“ His voice is barely a rasp, broken by his stifled screams, and he closes his eyes, slumping in defeat. “I’ll stay.”

Anti smirks. “Very good,” He holds Henrik in place and runs a hand through greasy, matted hair, satisfaction growing as the former doctor leans into the touch. “You’ll make a fine puppet, doc. You just need a little more time.”

He releases Henrik and sets him on the ground before standing back up to his full height. “See you soon.”

Henrik buries his blotchy face in his knees, a long sob shaking his frail form once he’s finally alone. 

There is no escape. He’s stuck here forever.

He is never going home.

@septic-dr-schneep So remember that idea I sent you a few months back? I finally finished it and I’m really proud of it.

@unadventurousjulie Surprise! It’s not actually on Jackie’s birthday, so it counts. ;)

@isa-ghost @a-septic-mind I think the two of you would enjoy this as well. Hope you enjoy it ;)

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[nofacednerd]

A JSE community project idea!

So since some people seemed interested in the original post I decided to make a more clear one lol. So what is the idea? Well I’ve noticed the trend in the community that artists have been drawing fake comic book covers of Jackieboyman (Myself included) and thought, hey wouldn’t it be cool to make those fake covers into real covers? My idea is that a bunch of community artists could collaborate to make a “comic book”! More info under a readmore:

What will it be about? While initially I wanted all the artists to work together on a plot, I had a few ideas of the overall plot of the comic. One of my ideas was an origin story comic that takes place right after the events of cool patrol (This comic is 100% not going to be canon but I want to try and keep it CLOSE to canon and people’s headcanons. Cool Patrol origin story is one of the most popular origin headcanons I’ve seen so it would be cool to make it that :D). This is the main idea I’ve had, but I’m open to whatever else ideas people have! The rest will be co written by the artists (and writers) that join in. I want everyone to be able to collaborate so I’ll probably allow people to throw ideas into a discord channel or something and we can all figure out what ideas stick and what don’t :)

Who can join the project? I originally wanted just artists, but writers are 100% welcome to join as well! Artists are a main priority here though. I want to have enough for everyone to make 1-2 pages of it. Both digital and traditional artists are allowed to join! My only requirement is that if you’re a traditional artist who is interested, please be sure to line and color the page (if you can’t and are comfortable with it though, you can always send the sketch to me and I can try and do it for you). 

I thiiink? that’s all the info needed? If you have any questions feel free to send them my way and if you’re interested in joining the project, I’m making a discord right now so don’t hesitate to send an ask or a dm asking for the link!! :D Very excited to start planning this project! (And please reblog! I want to reach out to other artists but I don’t want to feel like I’m bothering them so this is the least anxiety inducing way of getting people interested haha)

(tagging some of the people who seemed interested, sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged! @anneliis18 @its-ravyn626 @littleluversblog @alsoluci-morningstar812 @bunchofdoodlesinspace @musingsofa2yearold @pellmelproductions @megasepticfan @peribloke @rediculous-art )

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Idk if you reblogged the asked meme to do prompts but could I get an angsty “you don’t understand”. Only if you wanted to write prompts though

“Jackieboy, please, you need to rest,” Marvin cajoled. “Every time you go out there with less and less sleep, it’s not helping anything!”

“You don’t understand!” Jackie wouldn’t even look at him; he was gripping the edges of the corkboard, staring with wild eyes at the photos of Anti and Henrik and the strings connecting them. “I can’t stop, I have to find him, every minute counts; if I try to sleep and he dies, it’ll be because I wasn’t out there looking for him -- !”

“Jackie!” When Marvin grabbed his shoulder, he gasped, whirling around and skittishly scrambling out of his grasp. Marvin’s hand slowly fell to his side, his eyes dimming. His voice fell to a whisper. “Jackie...if you were to find Anti tonight and try to get Schneep back, when you’re like this, you would lose. And we wouldn’t be able to stand losing both of you.”

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You said to give JJ much love sooooooooo ❤️💛💙💜💜❣️💕💗💞💝💞💖❤️💖💛💓💛❣️💖💓💞💛💘💚💛💚🖤💞💖💘❣️💓🧡💟❤️💗🖤💕

He appreciates all the love, and give back twice as much

@sar-kasstic @the-silent-screamer @isa-ghost

[pistachio-lan]

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I’m in love with @cinnamon-lan‘s Mob AU so here’s moodboard for Chase Brody as Mob Boss

HERE is Lan’s art

HERE is @murder-schmurder‘s character description 

[egopocalypse]

idk if you're still doing writing prompts but "obsession" with puppetmaster chase, please

“How long are you going to keep me here?”

He turns to her, a placid smile on his face -the same half-amused expression he’s worn since he brought her here- and a knife in his grip, the sharpening stick poised in the other hand. It’s the same one from their kitchen, the one her mom had given them on their wedding day with a passing glance as she pressed the handle into her daughter’s hands, watching with pursed lips as his fingers wrapped around her wrists and guided her through slicing the cake.

She wonders now if her mom saw the signs before she did.

“As long as it takes for you to remember.” He drags the knife down, scraping it against engraved metal, dragging out the sound of metal against metal and her breath hitching in her throat.

“Remember what, exactly?” She can’t hide the tremble in her voice, even as she swallows the lump in her throat. “Your delusions? The reasons I left you in the first place?” Raw wrists rub at the stiff rope tied behind her back and pain lances up her arms, cracked skin opening and bleeding warm blood again. The rope has got to be soaked in it by now.

“No no no no no no no no,” he clicks his tongue, striding forward to cup her face in his palm. “I want you to remember the good things, Songbird. Don’t you remember how happy we were? Before certain obstacles got in the way?”

He crouches down, meeting her eyes on her level, and for a moment, she can almost imagine the spark of warmth she felt when she first met him was still there.

But all she sees is ice- cold, sharp, and wild. No longer a comforting hearth but an icy blizzard, the chill seeping down to her bones. The fire has been stomped out and only icicles remain, forming a thorny hedge she couldn’t see through.

“I do remember them, Chase,” She wishes she could forget, if only so she could wrench her head out of his grasp and pretend she hadn’t been leaning into the touch, however slight it had been. “But I can’t forget what happened afterwards. I can’t forget what drove you to this.”

He shrugs, dropping his hand and examining the knife held lightly in the other. “If you don’t, that’s fine. I’ll just take the kids on a little road trip and tell them you weren’t feeling well. I’m sure they’d love to spend more time with their father.” His voice drops without warning, an edge as sharp as his blade hidden in his tone. “It’s been so long since I’ve been able to see them.”

“What do you think, Stacy? Do they miss their dear old dad?” He stands back up, tracing the knife’s tip along the the chair’s arm, etching into the wood. “What do you tell them when they ask why they’re no longer allowed to visit me? Do you tell them it’s your fault? That you’re too selfish to let them spend just a few hours with me every once in a while? That you’re too scared to even let them out of your sight?”

She stays silent, terror curling in her gut as he barks out a laugh- cold, harsh, unforgiving. “Is that why you took them out of school, Stace?! Why you changed the locks as soon as you kicked me to the curb?!” There’s a manic gleam in his eyes as he explodes- frantic movements as the avalanche collapses over them. “I gave up everything for you! I did everything I could to support you and the kids, and that’s how you repay me?! By throwing me out when I needed a little help in return?!”

Her hackles rise, and she can no longer remain quiet. “You were insane, Chase!” She bristles. “I did what was best for the kids, and I see now that I was right to do it!”

“You made them targets to him! I can’t protect them-“

“Anti isn’t real!”

There’s a long, suffocating silence- the world held on a precipice as she sucks in a harsh breath, watching him with wary eyes. His gaze drops to the knife, to the light glinting off flawless steel, and she’s suddenly aware of everything. The beads of sweat on her brow, the hair sticking to the back of her neck, and the slight drop in temperature that sends shivers down her spine. Time seems to slow to a crawl, seconds ticking by as blood rushes from her face.

And all at once, it breaks.

“You’re right. He’s not real anymore.” His voice drops to a low murmur, and when he looks at her again, his pupils have shrunk to pinpricks and his eyes are almost… silver?

“But allow me to show you a few tricks I learned when he was in my head.”

Strings find her wrists, a knife finds her throat, and she goes out quietly- not with a bang, but with a whimper.

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[septic-dr-schneep]

For a prompt, maybe schneep has been having a bad day/week so all/some of the boys surprise him with something

“You do not need to do this,” Henrik murmured as Marvin draped his cape over his shoulders. It was much warmer that the doctor had expected; he couldn’t help but curl deeper into it as Jameson approached with a cup. The scent of mint steaming from it made him perk up almost instantly.

“We’d hardly leave you to wallow under your storm cloud!” he declared with a kind smile. “Mint tea for the good doc. It’s hot, sip it slowly.”

A tired, grateful smile twitched at his lips. “You are too good to me.”

“Or maybe,” Marvin countered, gently ruffling his hair, “we’ve got a lot of favors to return.”

[septic-dr-schneep]

I LOVE the swap bois! I just never know when to ask for something, even stuff that’s not swap boi stuff. 😅

I’m open for prompts literally all the time. It might take some time before I get to yours (or Tumblr might eat it because Tumblr is dumb) but I do get to them eventually

[septic-dr-schneep]

AAHHHH YOU COSPLAY IS AWESOME!!!

I just threw it together in a few minutes but I’m happy with it!

[septic-dr-schneep]

Comforting- Chase just cuddling and hugging and helping Jj as he’s calming down from the panic

Chase kept Jameson close against his chest, rocking gently, carding his fingers through his hair. He’d been vulnerable like this before; he knew it was what he needed. Jameson clung to him, breathing shaky and stuttery, and Chase maintained his rhythm. “You’re safe, Jem,” he murmured. “I’m right here with you, I’m not going anywhere. Just hold onto me.”

[septic-dr-schneep]

OOH THEY’RE SO PRETTY!! Is that the right word?? Oh well. Also the starry eyes on JJ with the hat are adorable!! You wrote a fic on that once, right? Like a small one based on request or something?

Yeah, I did XD JJ’s puppy/starry eyes are legendary!

[septic-dr-schneep]

I’m drawing JJ in a flower crown now.. I just have to even if my drawing sucks

Any picture of JJ in a flower crown is wholesome no matter the skill level!

[septic-dr-schneep]

22 w/ anyone

Road trips

Summer songs/mixes

“Life is a highway! I wanna ride it all night long! If you're going my way, I wanna drive it all night long!”

As Lydia swayed and cheerfully belted out the song blasting on the automobile radio, Jameson couldn’t stop smiling, though he did his best to hide it by turning his head toward the window to watch the blurred plants and planes pass. They had been driving for two or three hours now, but time passed like nothing at all when he had her to make it entertaining.