#schneep

[10ths-writing-corner]

“Hush, hush… This won’t hurt you one bit.”

The words are oddly reassuring, soothing the uneasiness sitting at the point of his stomach. You’d think after witnessing the doctor do this over and over he’d trust those very words. He’d witnessed Henrik do this plenty of times, with adults and children alike. He’d even been on the receiving end numerous times!

But never like this. Never against his own will.

Henrik never forced him to receive help. Never took away his freedom of choice, even if it pained the doctor to see his closest friend sabotage his well being for the sake of saving lives. Guess they were both similar in that department.

Always giving chances, never being forceful.

The hero struggled against his restraints, and is funny he called it like that, because there were no ropes or shackles bounding him down. He was just lying there, muscles stiff and heavy like a corpse. He could move his eyes, hear how the floor creaked under Henrik’s weight as he shifted it from leg to leg. Something he now had to do constantly due to the injury he sustained during those hellish nine months he was missing.

And coming back hadn’t been as easy as Jackie selfishly expected. He had been so desperate to have his best friend back that he didn’t take into consideration that… nothing would be the same. It had been a hard pill to swallow, to admit the only person he had trusted after going through his own horrors could simply be gone.

He’s getting sidetracked, he should be thinking of a way to get out of this.

Luckily for Jackie, enough time has passed that the numbness was slowly ebbing away, giving him back enough control to move his head and use his lips to reason with his friend.

“H-Hen…” Jackie’s voice cracks when he speaks for the first time ever since he was caught off guard by a needle to his neck. “Hen… You need—You g-gotta… snap out of it…”

Upon hearing his voice, Henrik quickly rushed to his side. There’s clattering to his side, but Jackie is unable to see what it was. All he had was the sound of glass hitting the nightstand, but not enough to break it. The hero inspects his friend as best as he can for any signs that his mind was being held prisoner by past events or, god forbid, the demon they had been trying to find and get rid off for god knows how long.

But all he’s met is with clear icy blues, full recognition and capability of understanding what is being done. Jackie’s not sure if it made things better or worse.

The bed dips when Henrik sits down, just like he has done many times over for the past few years. “Snap out of it? There is nothing wrong with me.” Henrik assures, “My head is intact. My mind is clear of the things I have to do. My friend, I have always had your trust, yes? I would never dare to harm you.”

“I-I know, Hen…” Jackie swallows thickly, keeping his eyes on the doctor. Doing his best to convey that he’s not the enemy. “Y-You always take such good… good care of me. B-But—”

“Yes… yes I do.” Henrik agrees, patting Jackie’s shoulder. “Which is why I know it is best for you to stay home. Safe. Where I can see you.”

Blood drains from Jackie’s face. Did he hear right? Henrik can’t be serious… he doesn’t mean to imply…

“Henrik…? Please, t-tell me this is a joke…?” Jackieboy laughs nervously, waiting for the doctor to say all of this is a horrible prank.

Deep down, though, he knew the doctor was serious. Henrik never played pranks on him.

He watched Henrik briefly turn away, only to face him once more with a syringe full of a clear fluid. There’s no trace of a smile on his features, but there is a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

“Do not worry, Jackie. I will make sure to keep you safe.”

[gorgon-goddess-of-chaos]

Tune into the madness, tune into the madness once more.

The Madness:

Upon being locked away in an underground laboratory after a major security breach, Dr. [REDACTED] slowly lost what was left of his sanity. Swimming in his own madness and copious amounts of medical supplies, he began experimenting on the nearby corpses. He began to get used to the smell of blood and the feeling of bones against his fingers, his laughing echoing through the empty halls mixed with the squelching of flesh in his hands. He was eventually rescued, but is no longer of a sound mind. The doctor massacred his rescuers, and escaped with tools in hand to experiment on the masses.

The Madness is a frightening doctor with zero fear for the world around him. Having been isolated for so long, his body no longer has a fear response and therefore cannot be intimidated away. He is a fast, ruthless killer, but will experiment on his subject alive if he can. Modern weapons and warfare show to have little to no effect, with the only applicable deterrent found being highly concentrated acid. It is still recommended that The Holder moves away quickly from him, as he can recover from this. The hope is that he will find a new target, and continue his monstrous rampage elsewhere. The Madness cannot be killed.

[dancing-heart-pony]

August Art Prompts, Day 10: Coconut 🥥

Remember that time Schneep went on vacation?

[d-structive]

I did try to doodle something after forever…. PLEASE, DO NOT USE OR REPOST MY ART WITHOUT PERMISSION. MY ART IS NOT FREE TO USE!

[huffle-dork]

Whumptober/Egotober/Angstober Day 6: “It’s not my blood”/Bubbles/Medication

I had to use a lot of prompts today to get an idea and I’m still very late XD but I got it done! Anti probably got into a fight with some big fish and worried Schneep-

[winterfeeling1]

Theyre a trauma bonded family/team, your honor

(let me have my delusions alone)

[emeraldtortoiseshell]

I hope you don't mind me requesting another prompt, I loved the first one! If it's one per person, no worries ^^ If it's okay I gotta be self-indulgent and ask for "🫂 - You're safe now" with Leo and Raph

Aww, thank you.

Everyone is welcome to send as many prompts as they like 💚Here's the prompt list

Sorry for the wait: I've had a busy few days.

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 The force of their collision nearly knocked them both off their shaky legs.

   Quivering hands gripped cracked shells and flaking skin in a bruising embrace. Snouts burrowed into the hollow dips of shoulders that were far too angular, far too thin. Heaving, retching sobs took the place of the tears they were too dehydrated to cry anymore.

   Fingers shook, atrophied muscles could barely grip anymore, but still the brothers clung to each other with a fury that dared anyone to try to part them again.

   Leo wasn’t sure where Raph’s trembling ended and his own began. Prolonged nerve damage had a lot to answer for. So did Bishop. But it was finally starting to sink in that this was real.

  They were rescued.

  They were safe.

   The words wrapped his swollen tongue up into harsh knots. Even if what little air there was left in his crackling lungs wasn’t being forcibly ejected from his body via his hacking sobs and Raph’s crushing embrace, Leo wouldn’t have been able to say them out loud.

   They were safe.

   The words were so fragile, so delicate. They were a trembling deer that you caught sight of out of the corner of your eye: move too quickly, or even just let it know that you’d seen it, and it would bound away like smoke on the water.

   But here, in his brother’s arms – the brother he almost let himself believe was dead – Leo could finally let his crumbling walls down.

   They were safe.

   Against all the odds, they’d both made it out alive. Their family was here. It was over. It was finally over.

   They were safe.

[ask-jacks-egos]

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[gorgon-goddess-of-chaos]

Twins

Ever decide to play god and accidentally make yourself two sons? Then immediately go “I’m a father! I must share this with my partner!” No? Maybe Henrik is just built different then.

Mad Scientist!Henrik x GN!Reader, TW: neck injury (Anti’s throat slit) Words: 1080

Henrik had promised to show you something he had been working on today, and you decided to bring along a cake and champagne to celebrate. You know that he’s been working really hard, but it does concern you how on your calls recently, he’s seemed a little more, sporadic. But there isn’t really a nice gentle way to go “hey, I think you might need to touch some grass, your evil cackle lasted a whole ninety seconds”. The other thing that’s been killing you is that he has absolutely refused to tell or show you what he’s been working on. Something about “ruining the surprise” when waiting the majority of a year for this hasn’t been making you go crazy over it.

“Are you going to tell me what it is yet, Henrik?”

“Not yet, meine Leibe. Although I zhink you vearing blue is very fitting.”

“What does the blue have to do with anything?”

“You’ll see~!”

He’s driving you out to somewhere, the cake in your lap and the champagne between your feet. Large fields stretch out on either side of the long country road, grain moving like waves in the wind. Off in the distance, you spot what looks like a warehouse on a hill.

“Is that where we’re going?”

“Yes. Can’t be doing vhat I’ve been doing near zhe city.”

More concern. But the suspense of finding out takes your attention again. When you pull up, he insists you leave the food in the car. He pulls out his key ring from his belt, scanning a card and opening the knob with a click.

Walking in, it’s dark with a few glowing fluids in test tubes offering their soft luminescence to fight away the blackness. He flips on a few lights, and in front of you a mad scientist’s laboratory comes into view. Jars of weird specimens sit on shelves that don’t sit quite right. Lab coats with questionable stains hang on hooks on the wall. And most importantly, a giant steel vault door stands on the opposite side of the room.

“Henrik… what’s behind that door…”

“Your surprise! You vill love it.”

Somehow, you doubt that. Henrik takes your hand, eagerly pulling you over to the door and punching in the code, briefly letting go to turn the large wheel lock. The door hisses as the pressure releases, a cold mist pooling around your feet. Once it’s cleared, you see two large test tubes, with two beings floating in them.

“Surprise! Ve’re parents!!”

“WHAT-“

Henrik practically skips over to the large vats, oxygen masks covering their mouths as they float motionless in the liquid. One is significantly taller than the other, stitches covering his body. The shorter one seems, not quite human, yet is about human sized. Something about him seems a little too sharp, and bandages cover his neck.

“What- what on Earth did you do!?”

“Well, I vanted to make just one son. But zhen two sprung up from my experiments. So, tvins!”

“Be grateful I love you because otherwise I would call the cops…”

“I have no doubts!”

Henrik kisses your cheek as he walks past you, reaching for a valve on the wall. He turns it, and the liquid starts draining from the tubes. All you can do is watch as they slump on the floors of their confinements, starting to blink awake as Henrik presses another button.

“Let’s hope zhey’ll be on zheir best behavior.”

The shorter one is the first one to take off his mask, teleporting out of the tube and stumbling into a table as he tries to stabilize himself.

“Anzhony, I haven’t dried you off yet. Get back in and you’ll be less vet.”

“Shit… right…”

He stumbles back in, using the door this time as Henrik presses another button, a high speed fan blow drying your two “sons”. The taller one takes off his mask, punching the door and shattering it before stepping out.

“Now zhat vas unnecessary…”

“Sorry…”

Anthony stumbles out again, scratching at the bandages on his neck as he nearly collides with his brother.

“Anzhony, vatch your step. You nearly ran into Robbie.”

“He’ll be fine, he’s like a fuckin’ brick wall.”

Robbie grunts in agreement, setting a hand on Anthony’s shoulder to stabilize him.

“T’anks…”

“So how does one “accidentally” create two sons…?”

“Oh! I vas trying to build Robbie over zhere, but zhe spirits from zhe bodies I was using weren’t happy. So zhey kind of, combined togezher and possessed one I had not dissected yet. Poor Irish lad zhat got his throat slit.”

“That explains the accent. But he isn’t trying to kill you, despite the spirits being angry?”

“He tried once, before his system settled.”

“That’s less comforting than I think you realize.”

Henrik only laughs as you process this. Anthony rubs his temples, still a little woozy from just waking up. Robbie, the giant that he is, just seems to tower over you, observing. The three of you are escorted back out into the main lab by Henrik, and his comment from the car finally clicks.

“You were making a gender reveal party joke.”

“Oh good, I vas zhinking of the right zhing.”

That gets a laugh out of Robbie, who rummages through a locker for something. He passes Anthony a hoodie and ripped jeans, putting on a striped shirt and sweatpants himself. If you didn’t know better, you’d say they look just like teen boys, spare the extra features.

“Huh, I really am a parent now. Well, does anyone want cake?”

“OH FUCK YEAH!”

That’s the most energetic you’ve seen Anthony this far, even surprising his brother with how fast of a turn around he managed.

“Easy, don’t need you hyped up on sugar, Ants.”

“Big ol’ zombie afraid of a demon lad?”

“I could throw you out that window right now.”

“Boys.”

The three of you turn to see Henrik sipping out of a coffee mug, somehow already looking like a tired father.”

“Sorry…”

“Zhat’s better. Let’s go get cake.”

You all sit in the back of Henrik’s truck, laughing as you catch up the boys on what life out in the outside world is like, popping the champagne and drinking out of beakers Henrik managed to scrounge out of storage. It’s a weird family to get used to, but you have zero qualms with it.

[wafflezcourtney]

Henrik and the quality of today

[dancing-heart-pony]

Dancing In Drawcember: Day 27, Mittens 🧤

Mittens and Muffs ☁️✨

[nightwatcherraph]

Favorite foods? A generic question maybe but I'm kinda hungry so it's on my mind XD

I love pasta and I love California rolls I just love sushi also hot wings extra spicy the better! I have lots more it’s my brain is kaput lol the point is I like a lot of spicy things lol! Would it be generic if I put deep dish pizza up there? XD

[metrosexualcyclops]

if they don't get chase out of IRIS i'm breaking in and fighting anti and getting him out MYSELF.

[huffle-dork]

Egotober Day 14: Teal Blue

I was very stumped for today but I finally remembered I could draw other Swaps besides just Alt HGHVH

[lazyneigh-askblog]

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... Master, please...