he's travelling with jack


based off this post and Episode : Time of my Life (Johnny Bravo) 

DUDE I had this whole episode planned out in my head where if Jack was the girl instead. Jack at that time would’ve been in training period with Robin Hood (first episode) and somehow accidentally time travel to Johnny’s high school period. Jack would be forcefully put into school and try to fit in the teen crowd as he’s looking for a way back in time. Jack defends Skinny Johnny from the bullies and they become good friends at first and head towards romance. Later on, Johnny asks Jack out to the prom, Jack says yes making Johnny want to beef up for Jack before Prom. But Jack is taken back into this original time leaving Johnny to thinking he got ditched. Years later, Jack somehow time travels to Johnny’s time again and they finally have that dance. The End 


4 Page introduction to my comic, Jack and the Scholar!
And if you haven’t guessed it, She is the descendant of an old friend.

Woo! I’ve been working on this for weeks!

Taken place in the beginning of the 50 year time gap proceeding the events  of Season 5, Jack has recently lost his sword and we begin to see his transition into frustration and mental distress.

Here he is buying the first weapon of his new armor, his pistol. Something that he is not too pleased about. The merchant suggest he could ‘sneak up from behind’ which is a very un-honorable way to conduct yourself in battle. Especially for Jack. But he needs a weapon non the less.

He bumps into a field laborer distracted by her reading. In passing she casually mention historical facts and stories that Jack hadn’t heard in so long and honestly didn’t think anyone else knew. When he finally gets a good look at her, he senses something familiar, he just can’t quite put his finger on it.

Of course, she’s a woman of science and fact, so when Jack tells her that he is a time traveling Samurai from feudal japan with no sword named ‘Jack’…she doesn’t really believe him. Brushing him off, the woman turns to leave only to have her facts corrected by Jack. It may of struck a nerve with her, perhaps she had lost something in translation?

Jack’s mind is in the beginning process of deteriorating.  It begins to play tricks on him, taunting him of a childhood friend and fooling him into believing that perhaps he still in his own time. However the thoughts only destroy him more, he’s haunted by what he can not chase nor escape from.

But the woman seems to have an agenda of her own.
Perhaps they just got off on the 
Hopefully you like the introduction! If I get a good response I’ll finish chapter 1!

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Feedback appreciated! 

Idea: BBT but it’s not the protagonists it’s the rivals that have to defeat Paradox

- Jack gets his Dragon stolen. Jack spends the next half an hour shouting at Yusei like it’s his fault

- Manjoume honestly couldn’t care less if Johan’s card got stolen ok maybe he cares a little but this guy didn’t even consider him like a threat or someone who could have a useful card and now Manjoume will find him and show him not to underestimate Manjoume-Thunder. It’s a matter of honor and of what little self esteem he has

- Manjoume and Jack having to somehow both travel on Jack’s D-Wheel. Jack would be pissed off about it is already as it is but that thing doesn’t have the space for two people. It just doesn’t

- Kaiba unfortunately doesn’t have a grandfather that can temporarily die under the debris, but I guess any kind of beloved family member works here :D

- Ok but really imagine his reaction to that


- *forty minutes of duel where they constantly fuck up each other’s strategies*

- Paradox (baffled) “you guys aren’t really good at teamwork, aren’t you?” Kaiba (disgusted and twice as murderous as before), Manjoume (enraged and haunted by high school memories), Jack (offended that this person just implied that he isn’t the best at everything): “tEaMwORK?!?!!??

- How does Jack get his Dragon back? Who knows, surely not Kaiba and Manjoume, the first is too focused on tearing Paradox to little pieces, the second on proving he’s better than the others

- Every time Jack says the word “King” a vein on Kaiba’s forehead starts to throb

- They win because they somehow manage to each summon their ace monsters despite how they keep somehow sabotaging each other

- Jack and Manjoume have to share a D-Wheel again

- Kaiba finds Pegasus at the end of the event and goes, “you have no idea what I just had to go through but know it was your fault and now I need to get drunk and you are paying for the booze”

- Drunk!Kaiba hugging Mokuba and crying

- Manjoume goes home and screams

- Jack goes home and screams. At Yusei. Because he made the mistake of asking if everything was alright

The Preschool Teacher - Chapter One

And the winner is…..

The Preschool Teacher! Yes, you voted and, with 36.5% of the vote, this is the next chaptered story! If this is not the story you wanted and you did not vote…vote next time. :) If you did vote for a different prompt, I am keeping the results and that is the order I will write future chaptered stories in, unless a new idea pops into this head of mine first.

All of the prompts I gave you to vote on were from novel imagines I’ve already written or started. This one I created in March and have yet to finish, although I story-mapped it a few days ago to keep me on track.

My inspiration for this story was a voice…the voice of Harry’s son. I kept hearing it in my head, and actually searched for two hours to figure out where I had heard it, because I knew it was the voice of Harry’s son in my head. I’ve pinned it down to being similar to the voice of Peppa Pig (the young Harley Bird, when her voice was still scratchy and raspy and she talked a bit slow like Harry does sometimes)…don’t judge me, I work with young children for a living. If you want to hear the voice before you read the story, youtube Harley or Peppa when she was younger (Harley is 15 now), and listen. That was my inspiration for the entire novel.

I have had huge anxiety about posting another chaptered story! This chapter has been finished for a couple of days, but I’ve had to continually convince myself to post it. I’m nervous, I think because For The Love Of Harry did so well, maybe you won’t like another chaptered story I write. Beginning chapters can sometimes be more informative, but I hope I don’t bore you in the build-up.

So, without further delay, I hope you enjoy this first chapter of “The Preschool Teacher”! If you do, please like and reblog, and I promise to have chapter two available very soon!

Much love to you all! xo



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What if since meeting your soulmate is the best thing to happen to you, they get teleported to the site of the worst thing that’s happened to you?

or: my take on this AU by @shitty-check-please-aus

Jack skates through the crowd of his teammates who are currently mobbing the small blonde freshman who brought pie of all things into his practice.  He’s kind of intending to ask the kid what the hell he thinks he’s doing feeding these guys before they have to go run drills, anyway.  Like seriously, does he want a rink full of projectile-vomiting jocks?  Cuz that’s an ugly scene that he does not want to explain to the ice crew.  But he’s the captain, and so when guys on his team act like morons, Jack is always the one who has to go apologize on behalf of the Samwell Men’s Hockey Team.

He’s more than ready to lay into the new guy, but when the crowd parts, and new guy looks up, he smiles this nervous little smile and says,

“Hi!  I’m Eric -” and then everything goes black.  

Coach Bittle got into the habit of always checking the janitor’s closet on his way out of the building every night.  After what happened to Junior, he ended up just sort of gravitating there.  The first time he’d had the urge to check inside, he’d ignored it and spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, imagining a tiny freshman, plopped on a bucket and crying their eyes out.  When the custodian showed up at 5, Coach was already waiting in his truck with a cup of coffee.  Now he just gives in.  Figures that as far as compulsive, guilty urges go, it’s not that bad.  Only takes him another minute out of his way, and now he goes home and sleeps like a baby.

Luckily, depite making it part of his nightly routine for the past few years, nobody’s actually been locked in there.  Well.  Locked in.  There were certainly a few encounters he interrupted.  Those times he was delayed more than a minute having to make uncomfortable phone calls to parents.  

The first and only time that Coach Bittle rescues someone from the janitor’s closet is actually not even during the school year, and he isn’t actually checking for anyone.  He’d just come in to do some paperwork for preseason and spilled coffee on his desk, and when he goes to get the actually absorbent paper towels from the closet, he finds a very large, very confused man in full hockey gear.

“AHHHH!” They both scream and jolt back, Coach stumbling and catching himself on the drinking foundtain, the large hockey man, being not so lucky and still wearing skates, sits in a mop bucket.  His only solace seems to be that it’s currently empty.

“What in the sam hell!?” Coach yells, regaining his footing.  Hockey man flinches and his eyes dart around like a cornered racoon.

“Where am I?” he chokes out.  “What’s - what’s going on?”  He looks up and meets Coach’s eyes.  Coach looks down at hockey man’s jersey.  Samwell Men’s Hockey.  And he is not a stupid man by any stretch of the imagination, so it takes only a few stunned seconds to realize that this must me Junior’s soulmate.  Why else would one of his teammates have been catapulted down to Georgia?

“You’re in Madison, Georgia, son.  Looks like you just met your soulmate.”

“My - but I - I was at practice?”  Hockey man looks up at him, and from way down there, looking so goddamn confused, he finally looks young enough to be playing with Dicky’s team.

“And now you’re here.  So what does that tell you?”  Coach raises an eyebrow.

“That…I…met my soulmate?”

“Sounds about right.  Also sounds like you probably need to be getting on your way back, don’t it?”

“Um, yes.  That would be.  I should.  Um.  Go.”

“Might want to start with taking off the skates first.”

“Oh, I.  Yes.”  Hockey man awkwardly lifts his legs one by one and scrunches up to untie his laces.  Coach helps him pull the skates off, and then offers a hand up out of the bucket.

“Thank you, sir.”

“No trouble.”

“Jack Zimmermann,” he introduces himself and holds his hand out to shake.  “Nice to meet you.”

“Eric Bittle Senior,” Coach tells him, trying not to feel a little pleased when the boy’s face goes pale in recognition.  “Come on, I’ll give you a ride back where y’all belong.”

“But I - That’s Massachusetts.”

“I know what I said.  Hussle, you’ve got another practice tomorrow mornin’ I bet.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then we oughtta hope traffic’s on our side.”

Meanwhile, Bob Zimmermann nearly cuts his ear off shaving when he hears a loud thump followed by a sqeuak behind him.  He turns to find a strange young man in a Samwell Men’s Hockey jersey sprawled across his bathroom floor, clutching a pecan pie to his chest.

“Chrisse!” He yells, razor clattering to the sink.  He manages to catch his towel before it falls, luckily, but his yelling seems to have startled the poor kid even more.  He’s shaking a little as he sets the pie down gently and sits up. The blades of his skates clink against the tile.

“I - Um - Oh dear, I am so sorry!  I don’t - I don’t know what happened!  I was at practice and then - I mean - I’ll just be going.”

“Non!”  Bob rushes to assure the boy it’s fine, but when he steps forward, it startles him all over again.  Clearing his throat, Bob steps back and switches to English.  “I mean, there’s no need to apologize.  I know why you’re here, I just - wasn’t expecting you at this particular moment.”

“You…were expecting me?”

“Well…not you exactly, but…the…concept? of you?  Jack’s soulmate.  We - His mother and I, we knew when he met them, they would show up here.”

“Oh…I…guess that makes sense?”

“I’m sorry we had to meet like this.  I feel terribly underdressed.”  The boy stares at him blankly until Bob cracks a smile.  Then, he breaks out into loud pleals of laughter.  His eyes are a warm brown and crinkle at the corners, his nose scrunches.  He looks like such a happy person.  Maybe happy enough that some of it will rub off on Jack.

Hockey boy stands up and shakes the hand that isn’t holding Bob’s towel up.  “Eric Bittle, pleasure to meet you.”

“Bob Zimmermann, nice to meet you too.”  Another good (although strange, very strange) sign: there isn’t a trace of recognition in the boy’s face at hearing the name “Bob Zimmermann”.  Of course Jack’s soulmate would be the only hockey player alive who had no clue who the fuck his father is.  

Eric hobbles out of the bathroom and sits against the wall in the hallway to take his skates off before making his way downstairs to the kitchen where Bob had said his wife Alicia was probably hanging out.  Sure enough, when he found the (gorgeous.  stunning.  drool-worthy.) kitchen, there was a  tall, blonde woman sitting cross-legged on one of the barstools, a cup of coffee in one hand and the other propping open a book.

“Hello,” he announces himself quietly.  She’s still startled, though not nearly as much as her husband had been.  When she turns and gets a look at him, she puts the coffee down and lets the pages of the book flop freely, unfolding herself from the seat.

“Hello.  You must be…”

“Eric.  Eric Bittle.”

“Right.  And -”

“Jack’s soulmate.  Yes ma’am, it would seem so.”  He smiles timidly, and is most definitely not expecting to be enveloped in a hug.

“It’s so nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, Mrs. Zimmermann.”

“Well,” Alicia steps back and puts her hands on her hips, regarding Eric with a motherly smile.  “Can I get you a cup of coffee while we wait for Bob?”

Jack and Coach switch drivers every state.  Coach insists that each time, they take a photo in front of the Welcome sign.  Jack snaps a few pictures on his phone when he’s in the passenger seat.  When it’s his turn to drive, he tries to educate Coach on the finer points of hockey and the top NCAA teams, and Coach in turn tries to explain how the hell football works.

The Zimmermanns put Eric on a plane back to Massachusetts that night with his hockey gear stuffed in a duffel and wearing the least obviously early 2000s clothes they could find in Jack’s old dresser.  

“We wish we could go with you,” Alicia tells him, seeming genuinely sad to be sending him off alone.

“But Jack probably wouldn’t appreciate…intruding.  He likes to keep his life at school seperate from his life back home, you know?”  

“Of course, don’t worry a bit.  It was so nice meeting y’all.”

When the airport shuttle leaves Eric in front of his dorm, he’s exhausted from the trip and starting to stress out about seeing Jack.  His soulmate.  Who he’d barely seen in the first place, only a quick impression of tall and eyes before he’d been wormholed to Montreal.  He thinks he has to be seeing things when he first catches sight of his father’s old blue truck pulled up against the curb.  

He shakes himself and starts for the building, but from behind him, Coach’s voice calls,

“Dicky!  Er- Eric!”  Eric’s head spins a little with how fast he turns around.  Because there’s no way.  His dad hadn’t been able to get away from preseason long enough to drive Eric up to school in the first place.  There’s no way he’s - But the there’s Jack, sliding out of the passenger seat.  Because Coach had driven him.  All the way from Georgia.  Because he’s Eric’s soulmate.  Coach is hand-delivering the love of Eric’s life and he just…cannot with this day anymore.

So he focuses on the one tiny part that he can wrap his travel-weary brain around.  He walks up to Jack, who’s watching him raptly, eyes darting everywhere like he’s trying to make sure he memorizes everything before he disappears again, and says,

“I don’t think we managed to introduce ourselves properly last time.”

Jack laughs.

So I know a lot of people when writing Immortal AUs for the FAHC like to make Gavin Midas, and that’s totally rad! But what about Gavin who was a knight of King Arthur? Gavin who was part of the Round Table. Sir Gavin the Free that searched alongside Arthur, Galahad, Launcelot, Gawain, and others for the Holy Grail.

Gavin that gained his immortality as a “blessing” from God for completing some quest, and he threw away his knightly status when Arthur died because he knew the Round Table wouldn’t be maintained after his death.

Gavin living as a peasant for years and watching the friends he made die from the plague. Gavin who meets Jack and Geoff when he travels to France because he’s bored of England.

Imagine Gavin learning for the first time that people wrote stories about his king, that people didn’t realize Arthur was an actual person. Imagine him getting jealous over the fact that there aren’t any stories that include him and his knightly quests.

Gavin who still has all of his old knight armor and he keeps it secretly hidden in his closet because he’s worried that the others in the crew might make fun of him (even though he’s seen Jack still has her French Renaissance dresses) 

Game over!

He’s got him. That’s it! We’ve got nothing left! He saw the septicsave tag and realised he could get more power by uniting the egos as one and using Jack’s body as a vessel to walk in the real world.

One and the same

As for Time being broken, Jack has said that he loves time travel in story telling. Anti’s gone back through older videos to take the other egos

Time is Broken

(This is only my second actual theory, please be gentle thanks)
Buckle up my dudes- this is a little far-fetched but it’s been on my mind for quite some time now.
What really threw me off about the whole Bio Inc. Redemption video was that Anti signs off by saying “see you soon” and then hasn’t appeared since- canonly anyways. Why bother saying that if October might be the only time he shows up again, more than two months away? I don’t know about you, but that’s not soon in my book.
But maybe that’s soon to him.
My theory is that Anti is a time traveler.
I still think he’s a computer virus, but I also think he’s harnessed his technology to the point where he can traverse through time itself. The problem is, he has trouble finding a good spot to appear.
I think Anti knows where to go because he’s drawn to the calls of us, whatever calls they be. Glitch Bitch, Antisepticeye, any fanart that has him in it. We revolve around a certain date and our amount of attention and anticipation is what draws him to that spot. It starts out with a glitch- maybe him thinking about landing but not having enough power, and us freaking out, which makes him stronger and more able to stop traveling, causing more glitches and hints, and us freaking out more.It becomes this vicious cycle that only ends when he touches down.
After all, time is broken, right? He might see us every few days, but for us, it’s months at a time. Anti might tell us patience because he knows it might take a while for him to touch down. And Jack did say he loves time travel stuff.

Hope someone can make sense of this! ( @fear-is-nameless, @hufflepufftrax ??) Alright deuces thanks for reading

0.5 Miles ~ Jack Maynard

Characters: Reader X Jack Maynard X Buttercreams

Word Count: 915… Sorry it was so short, I felt like it needed to be short and sweet :)

Summary:Part 2 of 3,459 Miles Where you only travel 0.5 miles to make sure he is okay.

Requested: Yhas

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Originally posted by 5secons

Three years later…

Sprinting through the streets, you huffed and pushed people put of your way without an apology. You were scared, worried and quite frankly shitting your pants. 

Why were you a running mess?

Well, this is why.

13 minutes earlier…

You were sat at home in your new apartment you shared with your loving boyfriend, Jack effing Maynard. That’s right, he finally grew some balls and asked you to be his girlfriend a couple of months after everything that had happened, he may of been drunk while doing it but he still meant it and you were coming up to nearly three years together.

Right at this very moment you were editing a heap load of videos because Jack had booked a holiday for the both of you for three weeks in Hawaii. You posted twice a week on your channel so having to edit six videos within the matter of two days was taking up all your time.

The editing is also the reason why you weren’t with the rest of the gang watching your boyfriend DJ at the newly opened club that was the populist place to be every night of the week. Words cannot describe how excited and proud you are of him. When he got a call asking him to be one of the very first people to DJ at the opening week, you both were screaming and jumping up and down.

Glancing at the time in the corner of apple mac, you saw it was 10:45 and Jack had over an hour left of his set. Just as you finished editing the fifth video, you received and incoming call from Conor.

“Yo hoe.” You smirked answering the phone but the smirk was dropped off your face in seconds from hearing the sheer panic in Conor’s voice.

“Y/N, you need to get here now. Jack he’s having a panic attack and he nearly went on unconscious on stage. We can’t calm him down, please”

You were already chucking on your vans and when you heard the words Jack and panic attack. He had been having them all week because this was such a big thing but you didn’t think it was going to this bad or that he was going to have one in the middle of his set.

Present time…

Stopping outside the club, you were met with a very anxious looking Josh. Once he saw you, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you through the front doors of the club without saying a word. 

“We have to go through the club to reach the backstage area.” Josh shouted over his shoulder as he pushed passed people trying to get you closer to Jack. It wasn’t until you both pushed passed a group of girls you saw the door to the backstage but Josh had other plans apparently and started dragging you right.

You were confused majorly but didn’t think anything of it and thought there was another way closer to Jack and Josh was pulling you in a direction of a faster way. 

Although, that thought soon vanished when Josh pulled you up the steps of the DJ booth and the music stopped. Confused you looked out to the crowd who were all smiling and laughing excitedly, turning back to Josh to ask him what the fuck was going on, you instead noticed your boyfriend.

Your perfectly fine, grinning boyfriend. 

“Here she is ladies and gentleman.” Jack shouted down the mic, making the crowd cheer loudly.

“What’s going on?” You asked in utter confusion. “Are you okay?”

“I’m perfectly fine babe.” Jack grinned, “But I have something to tell you.” Nodding your head, you allowed him to continue, “You guys, this girl three years ago travelled three thousand, four hundred and fifty nine miles just to make sure I was okay after my ex cheated on me. Now, she travelled 0.5 miles in my t-shirt, shorts and vans to make sure I was okay after a “panic attack”.”

You looked down at yourself feeling embarrassment wash over you like a wave, realising you ran all the way into a club looking like a mess.

“That is one of the many reasons why I love her. She entered the biggest crowd pleasing club looking like she just got out of bed to make sure I was okay. She didn’t care or even think about what she looked like, she was more worried about me and this is why I want to marry her.” Jack grinned widely at you, pulling a ring box out of his pocket.

Your heart stopped and the whole crowd erupted into cheers, Jack opened the box and looked you dead in the eye.

“Will you travel the rest of your life with me?” 

Throwing yourself at Jack was the only answer he needed as he spun you around with the whole crowd screaming happiness but it was soon drowned out by your favourite song playing through the speakers.

Jack put you down and slid the ring on your finger, smiling up at him, you felt tears of happiness run down your face. Jack softly wiped them away before connecting your lips together in a slow loved filled kiss, both of you pouring all of your love for each other into the kiss.

You pulled back for a breath, resting your foreheads together as you both took a moment to take everything.

“I’m ready to travel the rest of my life with you.”

Going Home || Jack Maynard (Part 1?)

Out of the corner of my eye, i see Y/N fidgeting.

“Y/N, Stop,” I whisper from the driver’s seat of the car, in an attempt to calm her.

She stops playing with her hands and looks over to my calm face. “I’m just nervous, What if they don’t like me,” she confesses her concerns.

“Y/N, They’re going to like you, you are my best friend after all,” I say flashing her a smile. Y/N, my best friend, the girl I’m hopelessly in love with.

“Okay, yeah, it’s going to be fine,”

“Yes, it will,” I say holding my hand out for her to high five.

The drive goes smoothly and before we know it we are at my parent’s house. I park my car a grin on my face as I reach my out for my mother, “Hey mom,” I say embracing her.

“Hello baby,” She whispers kissing my cheek softly. We separate and I nod to Dad, “Hey Dad,”

“Hello Jack,” He nods back.

My eyes travel to the body that is stood a few meters away from us, I hold my hand out for her to take, but she doesn’t instead she wraps her arms around herself and stands next to me a smile on her face.

“Mum, Dad, This is my best friend Y/N,” I introduce, Y/N holds her right hand out to shake but mom embraces her in a hug.

Pulling away from Y/N she holds her shoulders, “You’re so much prettier than Jack said, and he said that you were gorgeous.”

I groan, “Mum, Y/N doesn’t need to know that.”

Her laughs fill my ears, “He never tells me how wonderful I am to my face,” She mock glares at me.

“I just don’t want your head to get any bigger,” I tease shoving her softly.

“Jack!” My little sister’s voice comes from inside the house, “You’re here.”

She comes running over to me hugging me I pick her up and spin her.

“Hey baby sister,” I whisper into her ear, “It has been too long, you’ll need to come stay with me soon.”

She nods, “Yeah I’ve missed you, big brother. Hey Y/N!” Anna greets.

“Anna!” Y/N say embracing her. The two had skyped multiple times.

The two girls go off into their own little world and before I know it Anna has dragged Y/N up into her bedroom to ‘chat’.

I walk into the living room of my family home and sit down across from my parents.

“What do you think?” I ask smiling softly.

“She beautiful Jack,” Mum comments looking towards Dad knowingly.

“Yeah she is isn’t she,” I ask biting my lip softly, “I want to ask her to be my girlfriend.”

“We know,” Dad says smiling softly.

“I think I love her,” I whisper.

“We know that too,” Mum laughs.

In a perfect world, we would have gotten one more season of Samurai Jack.

It would have been Jack fighting his depression, reconnecting with past friends 50 years later. The Daughters of Aku chasing him through out the episodes until towards the end he finally takes care of them leaving Ashi to enter the plot. Their travels would begin, Ashi fighting her own doubts and realizing her reality and coming to terms with it. Learning about the world. Just episode through episode of traveling together, learning from each other and developing a deeper, visually present connection with one another. 

The Scotsman finding Jack and trying to convince him to fight again. The collective spirits of the people who banded together and Ashi bringing back up Jack’s spirit. Jack finding his sword and getting ready to battle Aku along his friends. Ashi would have been controlled like before, regaining herself and then creating a portal taking Jack to his own time, killing Aku. Ashi’s existence is erased just as they defeat Aku together. She says goodbye and fades away.

After some time, we see Jack traveling in his own period. He comes across a lair with a familiar pillar of light inside and a young guardian waiting for him. He shows him the future in which Aku never happened. He sees his friends. The dogs, the sea people and even the Scotsman all living in peace and happiness. Then he sees her, dressed in a beautiful green robe with ladybugs staring at the shallow end of a pond. She smiles dreamfully. She jerks her head up as she’s called by her sisters running away with a smile on her face.

Jack is overwhelmed by tears. He smiles. Stepping outside the layer, he gazes up towards the sky.


Gif source:  Jack

Imagine being a fellow artist who travels with Jack Dawson and he falls in love with you and you become his muse, although he never tells you until you find his other sketchbook with pictures of you inside.

——— Request for anon ———

Sketches of you littered the pages of the sketchbook you hadn’t known he’d had. It had been tucked away inside his things and you hadn’t meant to pry, but you’d accidentally knocked over his bag and they’d spilled out. Now, you were stunned at your discovery of the sketchbook seemingly dedicated to drawings of you.

“Oh,” breaks you from your study of the book, causing you to glance up to realize you’d been caught by it’s owner.

“Jack, what are these?”

Part 3 Chapter 3: More Questions Than Answers, Part Two

This is quickly becoming the chapter that never ends, but I promise there’ll only be one more part before moving on to Chapter Four.

Recap: Claire and Julia (Faith) were separated on their journey thru the stones. Claire went forward to 1948, Julia jumping ahead to 2007. Julia has been kidnapped in the future and winds up going thru a set of stones in rural North Carolina, coming out on Fraser’s Ridge in 1767. Father and injured daughter are reunited in the woods before Jamie carries Julia to the cabin, where Claire and Julia reunite.

You can find previous chapters here.

October 31st, 1767; Fraser’s Ridge, North Carolina

Jamie flinched as a pillow flew thru the air. It brushed the top of his head, landing on the floor behind him.

“You’re lying!” Julia bellowed, quickly rearming herself.

Jamie tried to placate his daughter, arms outstretched in surrender, “I ken ‘tis a lot to take in at one time, a leannain, but I prom—mphff.”

The next hit him square in the face.

“Don’t you dare promise me anything!” She stood on the bed, towering above us as she swayed slightly in her vehemence.

Seeing that she was now out of ammunition, I tested the waters. “What do you want us to say, love? What can we do?”

This gave Julia pause and she glared at us in silence. She was slowly starting to lose her resolve, her pain and our unwillingness to match her fury knocking down her last defenses. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she begged, “Make it stop.”

I scrambled over the bed, rising up on my knees as I took her into my arms. She didn’t protest or move away, but melted into me. Her whole body shook as she sobbed. Easing the both of us into a sitting position, I gently swayed back and forth, my eyes sliding shut as a flood of emotions threatened to overtake me.

I was holding her. The child who I had so longed for was here, cradled in my arms. She was alive and whole. Injured and in pain, yes, but her wounds would heal with time and a mother’s touch.

Julia sniffed loudly in my ear and I felt Jamie press a handkerchief into my hand. I opened my eyes to find him beside me, his own tears flowing unchecked.

“It will be alright,” I whispered.

I didn’t know how, I didn’t know when, but I knew deep within my heart that all would be well.

Julia was here, nothing else mattered.

Shoulder now set back into place, Julia sat cross legged on the floor before the fire, blinking owlishly.

“Would you like to lay down?” I asked gently.

She straightened, shaking her head adamantly. The action woke her up a bit and her face regained it’s determined expression. I had to turn away to keep her from seeing my amused smile, I knew she wouldn’t like being laughed at.

How many times had Bree worn the same expression when faced with a problem she needed to solve?

A problem.

The reality of everything hit me like a ton of bricks.

Twenty years had gone by, in both Jamie’s time and mine, when I returned a year ago. Bree would be twenty-one come the end of the month, which would make Julia…


The child on the floor before me couldn’t be a day older than twelve, say nothing about being older than Bree or even Ian.

How was this possible?

I turned further away from the fire, searching for Jamie in the shadows of the cabin. Julia was in no condition to explain and I needed answers. I found him silhouetted in the doorway with Ian, the their heads bent in urgent discussion. They knew something, they knew of a danger afoot and were preparing against it.

Crossing the room, I interrupted them, “Tell me what’s going on.”

Jamie placed a hand on the small of my back as he led me out of the cabin, “The man who took Julia, or maybe one of his men, is here on the Ridge.”

“Who is he?” I asked, a cold fist tightening around my heart.

Julia hadn’t identified her abductor in her brief rundown of the situation, only telling Jamie that he had said he could go thru the stones and wasn’t there when she had woken up. She had given him detailed information on the man’s henchmen and Jamie had sent Ian into the forest to find out what he could.

“She told me his name is Randall,” Jamie answered slowly.

I would have thought my world couldn’t be turned any further upside down than it had been in the last two hours, but a single word, a solitary name, made it possible.

“What?!” I pulled away from Jamie, stumbling over something before sitting down hard on the bench beside the door.

“She said that he kens us an’ we’re the reason she was taken,” he collapsed onto the ground before me as his voice cracked. “Tha’ ‘twas in order to get to us.”

This wasn’t possible.

None of this was possible.

Frank had died in 1966, over fifty years before the year Julia said she had left. I saw his dead body, attended his funeral, buried him in Boston.

Black Jack Randall had been killed on Culloden Moor, two hundred and twenty years before that. It was a documented historical fact that he was dead.

Neither Black Jack nor Frank could have traveled to the future to kidnap my daughter, especially since I wasn’t sure Jack Randall was even aware of her existence and I knew for certain that Frank wasn’t.

No, dead men couldn’t travel thru time and both were securely in their graves.

Swallowing hard, I asked, “How? How is this possible?”

“I dinna ken, Claire,” Jamie shook his head, his eyes mirroring the panic and bone chilling fear that I felt within me. “All I ken is tha’ the men who want to harm her are here.”

“You’ve seen them?” I turned to Ian, Rollo’s bulk brushing past me as the dog lumbered into the cabin.

Ian cleared his throat before answering in definite authority, “Aye, auntie, I have.”

He looked so formidable, his stance wide and arms crossed, as if the gravity of the situation fell on his shoulders.

In a way it did.

Jamie wasn’t yet willing to leave Julia’s side, instead, he entrusted the assessment of the surrounding forest to Ian. I knew they would trade places soon enough and Jamie would then leave the protection of his wife and child in the capable hands of his nephew, something the lad did not take lightly.

“Are they close?” I swallowed hard. “How many of them are there?”

“Two men. They’re headed down the ridge, awa’ from us,” Ian reported

The slow, calming feeling of relief washed over me. “So they don’t know she’s here, at the cabin?”

“No’ likely,” he shook his head.

I took hold of Jamie’s hand in both of mine, needing to feel the weight and strength of him. He squeezed them gently, communicating ‘she’s safe’ without saying a word.

Julia was sound asleep on the floor, using Ian’s faithful Rollo as a pillow. She’d been this way for a good hour now, but I couldn’t tear myself away from her. I sat on a stool beside her and simply watched her sleep.

In my mind’s eye, I saw Bree at this age. Curled up Frank’s wingback chair and lost in a book, beaming as she handed me an exemplary report card, and twirling about the kitchen in her new dress as she anxiously awaited midnight mass on Christmas Eve.

They were so similar in looks, both inheriting their father’s height and coloring, but there were little things about her that made her distinctly Julia.

Soon after learning to walk, Julia had tumbled headlong down the front steps at Lallybroch, leaving her with a small white scar above her right eyebrow. Her hair was wilder than Bree’s, the curls flouncing around her shoulders with abandon; where Bree’s had been wispier and only showed themselves on a hot summer’s day. She had more freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks than Bree did, too.

Julia sighed and shifted against Rollo, her brows tugging together as she moved.

I wish I had something to give her for the pain, but sleep was the only remedy I could provide.

Sleep and time.

Oh God, please, that we’d have time.

Time to heal, time to live.

The small stone in Lallybroch’s graveyard beckoned, reminding me that everyday I had with Julia was borrowed. She was once again cheating death by being here with me.

How long would we have this time? A year? Maybe five? Ten?

The urge to scoop her off the floor and run as far away from Scotland as possible was overpowering. If I could just keep her from ever setting foot in her homeland, she’d be safe. She’d stay with me and live until she was old and gray.

Please, let me have more time.

sometimes I like to stop and think about how overwatch was shut down because the original strike team literally could not stop adopting every war orphan they saw

  • angela ziegler is a medical prodigy with dead doctor parents? here have a research grant for what is essentially your glorified cute nurse cosplay.
  • 17-year-old gang member jesse mccree is going to be tried as an adult because he, a minor, was forced into a life of crime? just kidding, you’re being adopted.
  • fucking yakuza family heir genji shimada killed by his own brother? adopted. overwatch isn’t even supposed to fucking be here but you’re adopted. here is several million dollars, you’re a cyborg now.
  • genetically engineered super gorilla? adopted. everyone meet my new science son
  • prodigy pilot literally lost in space and time? adopted, here is several more million dollars and a gorilla bestie to rip you out of the tear in space-time

overwatch got themselves into so much fucking shit because they could not physically stop themselves from taking in every single fucking stray they found, like I have no fucking doubt that whatever power is behind the scenes running this whole thing shut them down in part because they kept spending so much fucking money on making super powered war orphans. like overwatch is fucking disbanded and they are still doing the fucking thing, ana has her own kid but is still fussing over her shitty ex-teammates, reinhardt has his blacksmith daughter that travels with him everywhere he goes, jack goddamn morrison will throw himself into a goddamn dirty alley fire to save a kid, torbjorn adopted a fucking reformed PTSD-riddled killbot on top of already having 8 fucking kids, and reaper has two beautiful purple daughters but will still spend the holidays staring longingly at a goddamn family to whom he has nebulous relations

the original strike team is a goddamn runaway dumpster fire train, they will save all the children and cannot be stopped

Low Levels

Jack could always tell when his blood sugar levels got low.

His hands would shake, only a little at first, and his vision would get slightly burry on the edges, but not enough to hinder him.

Those were the two most telling signs, and there were other smaller less significant ones that he had picked up over the years of having diabetes. And for the most part, he was good at not letting them get too low. Because it had happened a handful of times, and always left him feeling like complete shit after he woke up.

Passing out was not that fun, no matter what anyone said.

There were very few people that actually knew of Jack’s diabetes too, because he didn’t feel as if it was a fact that needed to be spread, and if he was being totally honest, he thought it made him seem weak.

He knew that that was a stupid reason for not telling people, and he kept an identification tag on him at all times, just in case, but that was how his mind worked.

Of the few people to know though, Joe was surprisingly not one of them, despite the two having been dating for over a year now. Only Conor, Mikey, and Josh knew from their group.

Conor because he was Jack’s older brother and had thus grown up with it, Mikey because he caught the teacher scolding Jack one day for letting his sugar levels get too low, and Josh because during their year of living together, Jack had unfortunately let them get too low again and had passed out. To which Josh had had a full on freak out, calling Conor, and panicking.

Jack hated that those three knew, but was thankful that they hadn’t revealed his secret to anyone else.

And he knew that Joe deserved to know, it wasn’t right keeping something from the man he cared so much for, but no matter how many times Jack tried to tell Joe, he just couldn’t bring himself to admit to that weakness, and so he kept it a secret.

Which meant that when the signs of low blood sugar did begin to show, Jack had to try to hide them.

Although that wasn’t always that easy, because it turned out his boyfriend was very observant.

“Are you alright?” Joe frowns over at Jack, reaching for one of his hands, but the younger man jerks back suddenly.


Conor glances up from his phone, sat on the other side of Jack as they get ready to film a video, surprised by the sudden outburst from his younger brother.

“You’re shaking though.” Joe reaches forward again, but pauses halfway as Jack tries to pull back further, his back pressing against Conor’s shoulder.

“Jack…” The older Maynard says in a warning tone, already catching on to whats happening.

“I’m fine, Conor!” Jack snaps, jumping up from the bed. He waits for the world to settle before staring down at the other two bodies, trying his best to ignore the blurriness creeping in at the edges of his vision. “I just need to grab a drink.”

He stumbles slightly in the hallway, bracing himself against the wall as he shakes his head, hoping it’ll help with the increasing blurriness. From behind him, he can hear mumbled voices, but they sound distant, and are fading in and out.

Taking another step seems exhausting, so Jack leans back against the wall heavily, clenching his hands into fists, trying to lessen the shaking that’s slowly traveling across his body.

“Jack?” He opens his eyes, not realizing they had closed, and turns his head to look back to the doorway, seeing Joe standing there, worry spread across his face.

But his boyfriend is shifting, his body is turning sideways, and growing taller. Or is Jack shrinking?

“Jack!” He hears faintly as darkness takes over and the floor gives out.

Then he feels nothing.

“Why isn’t he waking up? Conor, why isn’t he waking up?!” Joe’s frantic tone hits Jack first, and he lets out a small groan, his hand blindly searching for his boyfriends, wanting to reassure him and shut him the hell up. Because Jack’s head is pounding, and he cannot handle a worried Joe right now.

“Relax, he’s coming to.” Conor’s more calm tone cuts through the fogginess, and Jack blinks open his eyes as his hand connects with another, fingers slipping through his.

The first thing he sees is a disapproving frown on his older brothers face, and when he tilts his head slightly, he sees a distraught looking Joe.

“Wha’ happened?” Jack’s tongue feels heavy, and the pounding in his head dramatically increases, as if the pain is aware he’s awake and wants to further torture him.

“You’re a bloody idiot, again. That’s what.” Conor answers, helping him sit up, steadying him with a hand on his shoulder until Jack gives a little nod.

“What the fuck, Jack?” Joe finally blurts out, his hand in Jack’s tightening its grip. “Why the hell wouldn’t you tell me you have fucking diabetes?! This is kind of an important thing to tell people!”

“You told him?” Jack asks Conor, who gives him a pointed look, “Yeah, alright, fair enough.” He sighs, taking the bottle of juice handed to him. After taking a long drink, he finally looks back over at Joe, who’s staring over at him expectantly.

“Babe…I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?!”

“Joe.” Conor warns.

“If you hadn’t just passed out…” Joe shakes his head, sitting down heavily beside Jack, “That was bloody terrifying you know.”

“Again, I’m sorry,” The younger man lifts their intertwined hands onto his lap, rubbing his thumb across the back of Joe’s hand. “I didn’t realize it was that bad.”

“I took your numbers, Jack.” Conor’s voice turns tense, “When was the last time you even ate?”

Taking another drink of the juice, Jack buys a little time before answering, knowing both are not going to be happy with his answer: “Uhm, yesterday some time.”



He flinches at the harsh tones, “I’m sorry, okay?! I got busy! And then we got home so late, and I was exhausted, and just fell into bed! I meant to eat something, but I just…forgot.”

“For fuck sake’s…” Conor mutters, starting to pace. “You can’t just forget to eat, Jack! We’ve talked about this. With mum, with the doctor, with the dietitian. You cannot forget to eat, it messes with your level’s, and hurts your body!”


“No.” He whirls around, glaring over at Jack, “There is no excuse. So stop being an idiot, and remember to eat! And stop hiding it from the people you love!” With that final word, he turns and walks away, leaving a stunned Joe and a guilty Jack.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Joe asks quietly a minute later, his free hand tracing Jack’s tattoo.

“Because I’m an idiot.” The younger man tells him, “And I don’t know,” He shifts, feeling embarrassed, “Guess it makes me weak.”

“Having diabetes makes you weak?”

“Like I said, I’m an idiot.”

“You aren’t an idiot,” Joe tells him fiercely, moving his hand to Jack’s cheek, turning his boyfriends face to his own, “And it doesn’t make you weak. But you should have told me, so I could have reminded you to eat. Jack, I was terrified when I saw you collapse. I had no idea what was going on!”

“I know, babe,” He leans into the touch, “And I really am sorry.”

“Please don’t forget to eat anymore.”

“I promise to try harder at remembering.”

“You shouldn’t be trying, you should just be doing.”

“I know,” Jack leans forward, kissing Joe quickly, “Thanks for fussing over me.”

“I always will,” Joe smiles back, “Now come on, let’s go get you some food and find a movie to watch.”

“But, the video…”

“The video can wait!” Conor calls out, waiting for them a few feet away, “Food and relaxing first.”

“Yes, sir.” Jack rolls his eyes, but smiles at his older brother as Joe leads him towards the kitchen, a silent thank you passing between them.

“Piss off.” Conor laughs, shoving at Jack’s shoulder when he’s close enough.

Dark/Anti Lights Theory

So, a lot of people have been talking about how Jack’s been changing the lights in his recent videos, and in his most recent video (Let’s Make Art!), Jack used red and blue lighting (blue on his face, red in the background)

So these are normally colors that we would associate with Darkiplier (the whole 3D effect and all) and colors that Mark has used for lighting (something a lot of people saw as a Darkiplier nod),

 but recently, Mark has actually been incorporating pink lighting into his video

and pink is a color that is normally associated with Wilford Warfstach.

So what if Dark was talking/interacting with Anti and that’s why Jack’s lights are in Dark’s colors? What if, for whatever reason, he traveled all the way over to where Jack and Anti are? Now, Mark has already talked about how Dark doesn’t follow the normal rules of physics in our universe, and it seems that, although he can get places incredibly quickly, he can not be everywhere at once.  So if did have to leave to try to do something with Anti, he would have to leave someone else in charge of the channel and the other egos. And who better than the other most powerful ego? The other head of the table, Wilford. 

Okay but...

This small headcanon has been harassing me for a long time so I need to share it with you.

Thanks to the Animus Database, we learnt that Jacob lived in India for a year or so. A year is a very long period during which many things could have happened: we know he trained himself and his initiates and spent all the time he could with his sister and brother-in-law, but the fact that Ubisoft keeps hiding things about his life after Crawford Starrick’s death sounds too strange for me. I mean… they showed us his granddaughter and never, never told us about his son (because it is obvious he must have had at least one) and possible wife. I honestly don’t know why they want it that way, but at least we can free our imagination with thoughts and headcanons so it’s not that bad😂

By the way: he travelled around the 1870, but, since in the Jack The Ripper DLC Evie said that “the last time they were together was fifteen years before”, then it must have been 1872-1873. And I honestly think that, in that time, he had already found the woman of his life and married her. In short words: if he did, then he must have travelled with her to India and… why not, their child could have been born there, perhaps? Can you imagine Evie comforting the woman while she’s in labour and Jacob’s outside the room screaming in panic? Ooooh dear Lord.

(I am sure Emmett was born before, in England and that Jacob and his wife had another daughter while they were visiting Evie. Maybe she was even conceived there)

And that would be the main reason why they stayed for so long; especially in the past, if I am not wrong, women who just gave birth to children tended to spend much more time resting after childbirth for people thought they could have fallen into post partum depression more easily. So Jacob and (possible wife) decided to live there for a few months more.

Could this be real, ladies? @oreanagalena @swiggle-muffin @afterglowingassassin @jiruchan @galaxyparade @cavernofrandomness @idiotgangleader I think I have some ideas for a story eheh