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GUYS

we need to come up with the name of ship Jackie and V, really

How about #JackieV?(good one, I think)

Jackie Teaser Trailer

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Wishlist on Steam: http://bit.ly/3KNNjWO

Watch the Teaser Trailer on Youtube: https://youtu.be/m3bEXkhBEC0

Nat with Lottie in ep8: Sweetheart, angel, baby let’s go please okay? Everything will be good my love <3

Nat with Shauna in ep8: GIRL WTF JUST WALK U DUMBASS MOTHERFUCKER

The Yellowjackets as glee plotlines with no explanation

Shauna: Sebastian blinding Blaine by throwing rock salt at him, then subsequently arguing with Santana by singing “smooth criminal”

Jackie: Making two student have sex so that they could be better at a high school level play

Nat: Terry Schuster getting the kids high in school

Lottie: Finn thinking there was Jesus in his grilled cheese sandwich

Taissa: Blaine wanting to propose to Kurt when they weren’t even together (he also cheated on Kurt and dated his high school bully)

Van: Brittany agreeing to be shot out of a canon so the cheerios could win a high school level cheerleading contest

Mari: Terri Schuester faking a pregnancy, then trying to get Quinn to give her kid to her/ kitty giving Marley an eating disorder

Misty: Mercedes throwing a brick to destroy Kurt’s car after he didn’t reciprocate her crush (he’s gay)

Laura Lee: There was a gas leak and Blaine imagined all of his friends to be muppets and they sang “what does the fox say”

Coach Ben: Mr. Schue fighting to allow the kids to twerk in school

Travis: Brittany becoming a math genius the year after she had a 0.0 GPA

SCP-1903, Jackie's Secret

Here her file

SCP-1903, Jackie's Secret

Here her file

I painted the purest angel I could

Racing Pigeon

Chase felt the wind batter his face and he zipped through the woods. He knew he was ahead in the race, wings beating quickly, tucking in to get through spots that where to tight for others racers through giving a head up during races. He was from a family of racing pigeon and wore his dad’s green race suit which fit him like a glove, a small skull embroidered on it.

He caught his wing on a branch and a grey father fell off his wing and a curse brushed his lips, this was a world wide known race, he was still shocked he made it this far. The wind whistled in his ears as he continued to swerve through the trees, heart hammering in his chest.

He didn’t expect what happened next.

A branch fell onto him. A big heavy mass of wood fell on him, a world class racer. He let out a yelp and felt a wing crack when the branch hit him causing him to plummet and pinning him to the floor, pain shooting through is body like hot, white fire. He took a few ragged breaths and tried to move. He couldn’t.

His breathing became faster as he started to worry, he could not seem to be able to get enough air in his lungs. His eyes watered and lungs stung. He wriggled and squirmed but was unable to move as each twitch of the muscles in his back sent waves of pain across his body. What if he couldn’t fly again? How would his family react, How would his Dad react? A Brody unable to fly, it would be a disgrace!

Something wet rolled down his face as he tried to hold himself still, still unable to breath his vision was going as fuzzy as his thoughts, black spots popping up. He couldn’t hear the surroundings, it was as if he was underwater, everything seemed so quite, so, distant. Breaths short and sharp and felt cold and painful, his head pounded. A sob escaped his throat at some point. He was alone, who would find him here? Was he going to die? He didn’t want to die. Thoughts swirled, he was scared, so   bloody   scared.

Then he noticed some movement. It was’t an animal, too big, well he hoped it wasn’t an animal because he couldn’t think of anything that big that was nice. It was dressed in a red t-shirt and dark beige shorts. He looked confused as if he had just walked upon him and a small determined frown appeared on his face

“Hey, I’m gonna try and move this branch, you think you can move?” 

Chase nodded quickly, the sooner  was off the better. The man came closer and chase noticed his short trimmed beard and mustache, His wings where neatly tucked and a woody brown, lighter on the underside. The man put two hands under the branch.

“Okay, 1, 2 ,3, GO!” The man lifted and Chase wiggled from underneath as the man dropped it on the dirt, both of them panting “Hey... I’m Jackie” the man- Jackie said.

“I’m chase, thanks” His voice was hoarse and weak with exhaustion and pain. His wing was bent awkwardly as the line of black feathers was no longer solid or straight. Jackie reached into a leather messenger bag slung over his shoulder and took out a water bottle and passed it to him.

“What you doing out here? I normally never see anyone when I go berry picking” Jackie asked as Chase took long swigs of water. 

“I was racing, taking a shortcut” He said between sips. “Guess I missed the time to get to the checkpoint” he let out a weak laugh, Jackie just frowned. “What are you anyway?”

“A robin, why?” the other man had stood up

“Wait, a robin, how did you lift that branch?” Chase eyes widened. The other man just shrugged.

Finally Chase stood up, ignored the pain that shot down his back and looked round. All he could see was trees for miles but he had a sense of the direction he needed to go, he was a pigeon after all. The other man looked at him. “Want to get outta here?”

“Yeah” Chase replied, he had enough of forests today.

*Anti sitting in a bubble bath

Jackie comes in the bath room. looks at anti all confused*

Jackie: Why is the water red

Anti: I have blood coming out of my neck Jackie, what do you think

Jackie: oh..........OK I'm just gonna leave

Anti: Please do

*Jackie goes into a living Room with the other ego*

Jackie: guys I think Anti gonna drown in the bathtub

Chase: Why?

Jackie: He's small

*Anti from the bathroom*: OH MY $@“$&”& GOD

(I will eventually draw this. Eventually.)

If I suck at french and if you suck at french, who's going to decipher the ancient warnings of the malevolent spirits that is being reiterated by our possessed friend?

We fall together

Righty-ho! The name’s Criss, I’m 18 years old and I like croissants, hence the name. I was apart of the fandom way back when, not so much anymore, but I’ve been dragged back into it unwillingly. I’ve wanted to draw this piece for a right long time, so here it is! Enjoy my debut

New header image! I realized that I didn’t have someone on my first one, so I completely redid another

Once I saw this post I immediately hoped Jackie could be my guardian angel. But I feel like Chase deserves him more❤️ (sweet art👌🏻)

Another character in the Monster AU by me and @acuaticamber06. This time It’s Jackie as a Guardian Angel! If I remember correctly, Acua came up with this idea. I think It’s pretty fitting!

Keep reading

So! I was having trouble coming up with something to do for Day 9, and the lovely @scfthails suggested the egos’ coming out stories, so here’s a lil bit on that for each ego!

Keep reading

aNGST 4 with chase

cw(s) for readers: angst!! (obvi)

“Why are you lying to me?”

Chase stood at Marvin’s bedroom doorway, his voice was soft and delicate, balanced by false rationality. It didn’t reflect how he truly felt. Internally, he was being consumed by confusion and betrayal. A fist was curled by his side, shaking with jolts of anger, coupled with a frown.

Marvin was sat on his bed and looked up from his leather-bound book, either ignoring or just completely unaware of how much Chase was shaking now. He couldn’t tell, not while he has that stupid fucking mask on.

“What did you say, Chaser? Didn’t quite catch what you said.”

He flinched at the nickname, his free hand latching onto his other arm, crossing his chest and acting as a flimsy shield for his heart. He closes his eyes and huffs softly. He takes a while to respond again. So long that Marvin got up and abandoned his book and was gently shaking his shoulder and whispering ‘Chase?’ ever so softly in his ear. His eyes snap open and his eyes snap to Marvin’s.

“Why are you lying to me, Marvin?”

His tone was harsh, almost like a growl. It caught the magician off guard- it wasn’t how Chase normally spoke. His hand that rested on Chase’s shoulder slipped down and returned to his side. It seemed that it was his turn to frown.

“I… Chase, why would I ever lie to you?”

‘For so many shitty reasons,’ Chase wanted to say. ‘such as covering him.’

But he bit back his tongue. He wasn’t sure why he stopped himself from off on him, with all things considered. Maybe he just didn’t want to hurt Marvin somehow. It wasn’t his fault, anyway.

But he made himself involved when he decided to cover Jackie. That made him snap.

“I dunno, Marv!” He hissed out lowly. “Maybe so you can cover Jackie’s ass when I asked if something is going on with him and Stacy? Maybe so that I don’t find out he’s sleeping with my wife?” A look of hurt replaced Marvin’s eyes once he said that (well… from what he could see, anyway.) Chase didn’t care, though. Not right now. It was nothing compared to how he was feeling.

“Chase, I-”

“You lied to my fucking face, Marvin! Do you realize that?!” He could feel himself go into hysterics now. Hot tears rolled down his cheek while he let out a broken laugh. “You value your relationship with Jackie more than ours! More than my family!”

Marvin stayed silent. But Chase didn’t care. He didn’t need a response to press on. “You’re a selfish prick, you know that?”

More silence from the magician. Chase turned to the door, leaving Marvin where he stood.

He needed to find Jackie.

word count: 463 words

note from yours truly: you told me you wanted me to make you cry, so i tried to deliver >:)) (you can request me some more prompts from here! just send me an ask :’) )

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