jack spicer what are you doing


thank you, please enjoy these

i bet both of them are loud snorers and koala cuddlers (at least clay is confirmed for that one), they are a force to be reckoned with when they’re sleeping


Art trade with Rail-poot

Chase is showing Jack how to do Yoga and junk.


C: Spicer, you keep dropping your pose (you have surprisingly nice thigh muscles though)

J: H-hey! Your hand is abit high up don’t ya think?? (Stop feeling up my leg!!)

C: Oh! I almost forgot!

J: W-what?? (please don’t be more exercises)

C: *smooch* J: *being smooched*

J: WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!?! >////////<

C: Payback for that other time ^///^”

Alt Chase Collects Jacks

Spice: @heylincomet heard you were looking for some Chackish thinks! OK! Can provide!

Chase has had about enough out of Jack Spicer and is ready to do SOMETHING! He’s not entirely sure what yet, but definitely something! As much as he hates to admit it if only to himself, he’s not sure if he wants to kill the teenager or take him to bed and do salacious acts with him. What Chase wasn’t expecting was for his next interaction with Spicer to be interrupted by none other than… himself? He instantly thinks Bean and the Moby Morpher, but no, this Chase is as much Chase as he is. Jack’s really caught off guard, and even more so when the other Chase starts being nice and flirting with him! Chase would give a possessive growl but the doppelganger ignores him and whisks Jack away. WTF?!

Chase ends up having to defend his right to Jack against a version of himself from an alternate universe who’s discovered the infinite uses of Jack Spicer, and has been hopping dimensions and universes snagging every incarnation of Jack Spicer he can to add to his private harem/army of Spicer.


The AU Chase has lost HIS Spicer and has used wu magic to get into an alternate dimension to claim a new one. Likely has been through a few and moved on cause OTHER universes versions of Chase and Jack were already a thing and battle with himself would be a painful stalemate. Plus, he doesn’t want a Jack that thinks of a different Chase, he wants one to think of HIM.

Jack and Chase’s relationship is so bizarre. Jack obviously has fanboy admiration for the man (and also I’m calling it a crush because screw you, animu heart eyes and Jack’s queerness is pretty explicit, whether it’s meant as a joke or not), yet he wouldn’t and doesn’t hesitate to smite Chase down whenever given the chance. In a timeline when he takes over the world, he’s got Chase strapped down and tortured for christ’s sake. And Chase makes it pretty clear that he hates Jack, yet he actively engages with the boy when he really doesn’t need to, even enacting a “3 second hug rule” (running gag or not) when he could just flat out tell Jack to screw off. Plus, it’s not like he treats anyone else any better (not even Wuya).
The show portrays both of them as insecure, and that insecurity being one, if not the main cause, of their choice to become Heylin. Yet also hints at the possibility of both of them being reformed, or at the very least, not as evil as they like to seem. They both have something to prove and the way they go about it is kinda sad.
Both of them are messes tbh, like what are you freaks doing? Stop. But also, please continue.

tfw u realize u left ur valentines chocolate unguarded

yeah u fucked up buddy





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“ok yeah it’s neat and all but there’s a catch”

Jack “builds a goddamn time machine and calls it lame because it can only go back two seconds” Spicer

he’s trying ok

“wait we can do that?”


evil has never looked better

see Rai this is what happens when you wish for everything you could possibly want. you get fuckin bored

The Monkey Staff: More Telling Than it Seems?

Alright, I originally had a super long post but I accidentally deleted the draft so here’s a slightly shorter version. (It’s still pretty long though)

So, in Xiaolin Showdown, Jack’s signature Wu is the Monkey Staff. Obviously, in America this basically just showcases his immaturity, comedic nature, and possibly marks him as lesser than the other characters (how often are misbehaved, reckless, and less mature/“evolved” people compared to monkeys? Answer: a lot). However, in the context of Chinese culture, this could have a very different meaning.

Taking into account that Christy Hui was born and raised in China, I’d bet real money that in likening Jack to a monkey, she was drawing a comparison to Sun Wukong (possibly even foreshadowing Jack’s future character arc).

For those of you who aren’t familiar with Sun Wukong, he is from an old story about the Monkey King. He is a monkey that declares himself 美猴王 and rules over a kingdom of monkeys. An aside, 美猴王 literally translates into “Handsome Monkey King,” but the kanji for “handsome” can also be read as meaning “to be proud of oneself,” referring to his large ego, and the “monkey” kanji also refers to his mischievous nature. Sounding at all like Jack yet?

Anyways, Sun Wukong pretty much starts off wanting to take over and get more powerful. Kind of like a certain evil boy genius that we know. Unlike our boy genius, however, Sun Wukong becomes a powerful demon king, whose deeds are known throughout the land. He fights with a staff that weighs 8.2 tons, and will change size whenever he commands it to. His skill in combat is unquestioned. (Both of these are very interesting details, since not only is Jack’s signature Wu the Monkey Staff, but Jack is also the first to make use of the Changing Chopsticks. Everyone else initially dismisses that Wu as less useful than the others, but Jack finds a way for them to be useful; this ties in neatly with Sun Wukong’s size-changing staff.)

But more than that, Sun Wukong is a troublemaker at heart, and causes all sorts of grief for Heaven. He defies the cycle of reincarnation and the Lords of Death, fights the four Dragon Kings, and makes alliances with other demon kings. The Jade Emperor eventually tries to make Sun Wukong more manageable by giving him a position in Heaven, but makes the mistake of giving him the lowliest job: that of the stable boy. Sun Wukong gets fed up with it all and, after finding out about a feast he was not invited to, steals royal wine, Longevity Pills, and Peaches of Immortality. He fucks off home to plot his rebellion against Heaven and defeats the entire army of Heaven when they try to apprehend him.

Kind of like how when Jack becomes an apprentice at the temple, the monks mistreat him and make him do all their chores, and ends in Jack making off with their Wu. Though obviously Sun Wukong is really extra when he defies Heaven.

The Jade Emperor gets the Buddha’s help to handle the troublesome Monkey King; the Buddha bets Sun Wukong that he cannot escape from his palm. Sun Wukong bounds to the end of the world, where he finds five pillars. He think he’s won the bet, so he signs his name on one of pillars and pisses on it. Too bad for him, the celebration is premature, and the pillars are actually the Buddha’s fingers. The hand closes and Sun Wukong is imprisoned beneath a mountain for five hundred years.

Sun Wukong is finally released after he offers his services to aid a monk going on a pilgrimage to India to retrieve the Buddhist sutras. He accompanies and even befriends the monk, successfully protecting him and completing the journey. Upon his return to China, Sun Wukong is granted Buddhahood and is granted the title “Victorious Fighting Buddha.”

Okay, so maybe there are a few personality similarities between Jack and the Monkey King, and maybe there’s the whole staff thing going on. But what about Sun Wukong’s incredible fighting prowess? What about defeating Heaven’s army? Well, remember there’s that thing that when he uses the Monkey Staff, Jack becomes a far better fighter and is nearly impossible for the monks to defeat.

Jack, his monkey army, his staff… kind of makes me wonder… plus there’s the bad future where Jack takes over the world and even defeats Chase, a 1500 year old demigod figure. Almost reminiscent of successfully fighting and defeating Dragon Kings and literal gods, or at least, as close of a parallel as you can get in Showdown…

And what about all the trouble he caused for everyone in the Showdown world? Despite being just a mortal kid without magic at his disposal, Jack’s also remarkably resilient, and still manages a victory once in a while. Heck, if nothing else, he’s able to mobilize every other antagonist from the series to go after the monks. That itself is no small feat. If you tilt your head and squint a bit, you can kind of see Sun Wukong making alliances with other demon kings… sort of

And moreover, the tale of the Monkey King can be traced back to old stories about white Gibbons from southern China.

Let me repeat that.

The story’s origin is legends of Gibbons, which were revered in China, especially those whose coloration was white. Gibbons were popular subjects of paintings, and were thought to be able to live for hundreds of years and turn into humans. Despite the fact that they are tailless, and classified as lesser apes rather than as monkeys, as the story developed into that of the Sun Wukong, it lost its original primate subjects and instead starred tailed monkeys.

But what an interesting origin… primates (esp those of white coloration) that were native to southern China and supposedly could turn into humans… Definitely brings Jack and the Monkey Staff to mind.

So that leaves me with a fundamental question: why? Why compare Jack Spicer to the Monkey King, and what does that mean about the direction his character was supposed to go in?

As far as I can tell, there were two main paths it could’ve been setting up for him to take. One is that Jack gained power and prestige, becoming a king in his own rights. I somehow can’t see this happening. What with his severe villain decay from the beginning to the end of the show, I think Jack would’ve taken the second route. Jack may have suffered villain decay, but that opened up the possibility for embarking on a hero’s journey.

We’ve already seen how much Omi believes in Jack’s goodness. In fact, several characters have remarked how Jack isn’t really that evil, just annoying. Most notably, we have Hannibal on record saying that Jack is only a generation away from being good, which is pretty 👀👀👀 even considering that Bean is taunting Jack. From what we’ve seen, Bean is a competent villain and a good judge of character. Ultimately, I’m convinced that Jack was actually meant to join the Xiaolin, and I actually think it would’ve been great all around.

Now, I love Jack as a villain, really, I do, but if Jack were to stop being forced into the role of comedy relief, something would have had to change. And maybe that something could have been Jack Spicer: Dragon of Metal.

It would definitely have made for some good character exploration and development for the monks, too. They’d have had to reassess how they see not only Jack but all the people they fight. It’d force them to confront their morally grey actions and realize that Jack’s a person, a kid like them, and that maybe they sometimes were too harsh in their treatment of him.

Also, we could’ve gotten a whole lot of fun interactions as everyone tried to get used to Jack being one of them now.

And this would still be totally in line with the story of Sun Wukong; he’d start off as a troublemaker, then be forced to grudgingly help a monk and end up befriending him (in this case probably Omi). For Jack, becoming the Dragon of Metal would have been like attaining Buddhahood was for Sun Wukong. He didn’t set out to do that, he didn’t want it per se, but somehow he ended up hanging with the right crowd and became Good.

Also I just really, really want Jack to be happy and have friends.

But unfortunately, this is just speculation about what could have been, and I’m not even sure how right it is. Hope you enjoyed reading anyways.


A/N: So I started writing this intending it to be no more than a page long… 3 pages and several hours later I finally stop and mentally slap myself because I have no self restraint… Enjoy!

Summary: Chase can’t handle how defenseless Jack is around him. And proceed’s to contemplate why he won’t just kick his ass. (fluff/ mostly thought process, kinda foreplay-ish/ Ish/ Chack/ more fluff/ sassy Jack/ kinda ooc but not outside the realms of possibility/ written at 12 am/ spell checked at 4 am)

Chase stared blankly at the redhead that kneeled before him. Back turned, all forms of defenses  completely shut down, he couldn’t believe that anyone could ever be this relaxed around him. Even his warrior cats knew better than to drop their guard around the Draconic Prince of darkness. But Jack Spicer, self proclaimed evil boy genius, just sat there, tinkering with his boots like Chase wasn’t even there.

The taller more threatening presence crossed his arms growing irritated by this unfathomable idiotic fanboy before him. “.. and so I was like…” Oh right he was blabbering to Chase, he forgot that the flame red head had broken his ability to be silent for more than a minute around the Lord of Darkness, the flattery was charming almost adorable at first, but the endless prattle soon wore thin on Chase’s nerves.

“What are you even doing to your shoes, Spicer?” Before he could stop himself Chase had allowed himself to change whatever topic the boy was on before into a tangent that the boy would undoubtedly imagine that he was remotely interested in.

The twinkle in his owlette eyes suggested just that as his head spun to the unearthly being who stood on the marble platform of the stairs that he had just decided to rest himself on. “Do you really want to know?!” He practically squealed. Though Chase had anticipated an ungodly fanboy response to his slip of the tongue he hadn’t imagined that Jack would take it so much to heart as he did. He had half listened to the child’s rants before…. hadn’t he?

Seeing that Chase held a stern look of concentration of trying to recall the last time he had actually listened to a word that came out of the acclaimed genius’s, said genius took it as an okay to continue on his pre-planned spiel that he had undoubtedly practiced with his robots.

Despite deep consideration Chase couldn’t think of a single instance where the boy before him had held his interest long enough to provide reason to leave him alive. So why did Chase leave the boy unharmed? What on earth could possibly be holding him back from tearing out the red-heads vocal chords? He had several issues with those on the heylin side of the scale, he also had an ample amount of potential fans and proteges. So what was so special about Spicer?

Gold eyes pierced down to the red-head that held an excited twinkle in his eyes, holding up his boot to explain the science that he was inventing into his footwear. The largest child smile that almost seemed innocent placed itself upon the boy’s pale skin. The only thing that really kept this child on the Heylin side was a spoiled sense of reality.  Chase frowned at the boy’s obvious misplacement on the Heylin side of the cosmic scales.

Then red caught onto gold. Jack stopped his rant as he looked up into Chases glare that seemed to almost pass through him and frowned, relaxing his excited muscles into disappointment. The sudden change of extremes of body expression both irritated and shocked Chase. Jack Spicer still felt comfortable enough around the Demonic Heylin Lord to allow his emotions to control his body language. Even the wall he had built against the Xiaolin monks was obviously broken when they were alone.

“Chase!” Jack yelled out to grab the draconic male.

Golden irises blinked as they snapped at the youngers irritated voice. Not changing from their glare but now far more focused on the boy he had been critically analysing in his thoughts.

Jack looked up at Chase, unphased by the death ray vision of a glare that was sent down towards him. A flustered looking anger upon his face. “You’re not listening in the slightest to me are you?” The frailer demanded. A demand? Exactly how much leniency had he granted the mortal?

“I don’t believe that I am inclined to listen to anything a worm has to say.” Chase automatically turned his tongue against the boy with harsh words as was his automatic response to anything that Jack had ever said directly toward him ever.

“Geez if you don’t want me here you can, you know say something!” Jack rolled his eyes at the taller. Had Chase never thrown the boy out before? He could’ve sworn he had…. perhaps he hasn’t done so recently enough to recall when he had exactly. “I have several Jackbots that would love to hear what I have to say, hell I think some of your cats are better listeners than you are sometimes.” The pale child complained as he progressively picked himself up.

“They’re warriors.” Chase’s mouth automatically responded coldly. Whilst his mind tried to process. Is he really just going to up and leave? Just like that? He had recalled the boy always being far more clingy than this. When had Jack grown a sense of independence? Why did he care so much?

“Yeah yeah,” Jack stated still in his relaxed demeanor, not fully realizing just how dangerous Chase could be. After picking up his last screwdriver and putting it inside the boot he was working on the red head turned and made his way down the alabaster stairs.

A sting shot into the chest cavity of Chase, the idea of losing the red heads presence apparently had a negative effect on him. When did this start? Had it always been like this? Was he only noticing it now? or was it only now? After he had spent so long thinking about the pale teenager?

Jack was about 3 meters to the front door before Chase appeared literally out of no where using his freaking ninja magic routine. He appeared physically no more than three inches away from the red-heads face. Of course Jack will never get used to freaking magic teleportation so he nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw Chase suddenly in front of him and ende up dropping all the tools he had in his arms.

“Good God! Can you like not do that?! I’ve already told you… Oh wait, yeah, you don’t listen when I talk. I almost forgot.” Jack huffed and simply went to pick up the items that were now scattered across the floor. He had become numb to the threatening presence that was Chase Young. He still got caught up in how awesome the guy was, but after three straight nights of no sleep and two days of hanging around the guy you kinda forget that he’s more than just a sourpuss. At the moment he couldn’t think of much more than getting home, finishing his boots, and a nice hot shower.

Suddenly his arms were dragged upwards and gloved hands roamed over his torso followed by a scrutinizing face of the Heylin lord that was Chase Young. Jack couldn’t help but giggle, he was ticklish. “C-Chase, !! pff Stop! Ha!” Jack tried to remain serious but honestly couldn’t help but lock his spine and shake his diaphragm.

“What the hell is different?” The red head could barely manage to catch what was being muttered by the examiner.

Finally he managed enough muster to shove the taller back by the shoulders. Of course, the truth was that Chase had finished his preliminary examination of the smaller male and had allowed him to shove him backwards so he could look over the frailers frame.

Jack had a more embarrassed and out of breath pink tint to his cheeks. His breaths staggering from the apparent controlled laughter he was managing while Chase when over the boys sides. Something twisted in Chase’s chest, constricting his upper body and locking his spine, it was a cold shiver of desire mixed with a pooling warmth of an emotion he hadn’t felt for the longest time.

“God, you’re starting to make ME concerned. You’re acting really weird today. Wait, who do I call for an immortal lizard magic dark prince?” Jack began a tedious rant on what could be making Chase act the way he was.

The Draconic lord of darkness immediately filtered out the boys words, recognizing them to be the beginning of pointless babble. Instead he grabbed the paler’s wrist and drag him forwards, forcing the boy to silence himself as he fell into Chase’s chest plate. The warrior could feel his own pulse rushing in his veins the tugging in his chest retracted to squeeze into the area where his heart should’ve been.

He turned his head into the crook of Jack’s neck. “Ch-Chase?” Jack stammered out obviously in a locked position similar to that of prey that had just been caught. Chase neglected the boys squirms in his arms. Instead taking in a sharp inhale of the smaller’s natural scent. It was a sweet smell with a pungent aftertaste that was slightly tangy. It was addicting.

“Hey- Y-you can let go of me no- Ah! HEY!” Jack shouted as Chase dug fangs into the flesh of his neck, not deep enough to draw blood though. Chase was having conflicting emotions, he wanted the boy to shreds a more animalistic urge than he’d ever encountered before but at the same time he wanted to be more gentle than he could possibly imagine himself, almost as kind and selfless as he was when he was on the Xiaolin side so long ago.

His tongue danced across the sensitive pale skin, the taste was incredible, almost matching the desire he felt for the red-head’s scent. Why, why had he never noticed before now exactly how delicious the mortal genius was?

“Chase cut it out! Okay! You’ve made your point, I promise to shut up just..stop!” The pressure against the Draconic princes chest snapped him back to the reality of who this was. He released Jack instantly, spending most of his mental focus on retaining a poker face as the boy fell backwards.  As soon as he regained his footing Jack looked up pink faced towards Chase and quickly taking his path right back to the exit he was initially going for, not another word escaped his lips.

Again, the boy looked completely defenseless with his back turned toward Chase, prime for any sensible predator to attack. A sense of possessiveness melted down his spine as the grand doorway was closed. Jack would be his prey and his alone. A smirk tugged on the dark warriors facial expression. He looked forward to when Jack, his prey, would undoubtedly return for the equipment that he had left behind.


I was just thinking about Rai’s mindscape or dreamscape and I have a question. This room, where is it from? It has to be a place Rai has seen at some point. All other places we see in his dream were real.

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imagine 6-something-year-old Jack thinking “what the hell is up with spices anyway what’s the big deal” then proceeding to eat ground spices b/c kid geniuses make horrible mistakes sometimes

turns out he really likes ground cinnamon?? inevitable suffering aside, it has a really nice taste. so he continues to eat cinnamon like others will eat peanut butter like the tiny goddamn loon he is

his parents eventually put their feet down after the third time he gets sick from eating too much cinnamon and force him to stop. then he starts doing shit like chewing on ice and mixing multiple different ice cream flavors into one and they just sort of give up trying to control his dietary habits

anyway. to the main idea this shitshow of a post started with: 5-person Cinnamon Challenge Showdown feat. Chase, Wuya, Raimundo, Jack, and Clay. No Wu wagered, multiple rounds (whoever doesn’t bail has to eat more cinnamon), last person to bail out wins.

Rai’s the one to suggest it b/c he’s a lil shit he doesn’t feel like fighting but still wants to see the bad guys suffer. besides, he’s got Clay on his side. the guy’s got a cast-iron stomach; the cinnamon challenge ought to be a piece of cake for him. Clay just sighs and shakes his head because what in tarnation is wrong with you Rai

Chase knows what the cinnamon challenge is, having lived through its predecessors time and time again. Wuya kind of knows what it is, having inhabited the same living space as Jack for so long and having access to the Internet. Jack is just internally screaming.

So the Showdown commences, Omi pestering Kimiko for info in the background. Rai bails almost immediately (Omi boos him for poor effort). Wuya, who is actually crying at that point, gives up after the third round. Chase quits after the fourth; as juvenile a game it might be, neither of the immortals can deny its effectiveness. Clay nearly throws up during the fifth round, then again during the sixth round, prompting him to bail. Jack’s just left standing there suffering but hEY GOOD JOB JACK YOU GOT THE WU

and ofc everyone’s suspicious of Jack’s inhuman tolerance of cinnamon, until “Haha yeah I used to eat it by the jar when I was like 5, the hospital visits sucked though” what the actual fuck Jack