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made a blog that actually matched my username everywhere else. this account is never going to be used again. thanks

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c!jack manifold if he had swag

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extensive c!jack manifold lore quiz. test your knowledge on the sad little man

https://uquiz.com/quiz/N6Qxkj/cjack-manifold-lore-quiz

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thinking about the parallels between them

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coming back to promote my fanfic. it’s about c!jack manifold and how he loses his material possessions far too often. here u go

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33053059

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hello self-promo here i wrote a short fic about c!jack and c!charlie having a discussion in a cave! i would very much appreciate it if you gave it a read! thank you!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31970245

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It's been 84 years but I've finally done a proper drawing of @d1nob0nes moss corpse Jack au!

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i think its very sad how when quackity went looking for those forgotten and left with no support system he didnt go after jack. jack who has nothing stable beneath his feet, no home he can rely on. jack who has only three friends, all of whom he knows for a fact would chose someone else over him. how much can you matter if even in a group of those that are always forgotten you are still left behind?

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when the imposter is sus

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so jack manifold hit 1 million!!! yay!!!!!! very proud of him!!!

but it’s time to tie that into his character. and make it sad. 

my idea is that c!jack manifold grows his hair out because one day he looks in the mirror or sees his reflection in the window and he thinks he’s looking death in the eyes. it’s a skull, pale and bleached in the pale light, and he has a moment where he thinks “well, this is it. death has come to bring me back where I belong.”

but it isn’t. it’s just him. it’s him, his own reflection. and that moment jack decides he’s going to grow his hair out, because he can’t stand to see himself bald anymore. it’s terrifying, seeing a shape in a window and not knowing what it is, and it’s scarier still to realize it’s yourself.

so jack grows his hair out. in the time it takes to actually grow away from his scalp, he wears things on his head to remind himself that it’s him, not death--helmets, his glasses, a hat. it takes a month and a half and then he’s able to tuck what he’s got behind an ear, to clip it back, to run his hand through it and feel actual hair and not stubble.

it keeps growing. when tubbo asks, jack tells him it’s to keep his head warm. every night, he goes into his house or the hotel or past a building, and he pulls his hair down and lets it hang in his face to hide his reflection and hopes and prays that he doesn’t have to look himself in the eyes that night.

on a lighter note, fun hairstyles :) when jack meets with niki, she does his hair for him. when he’s working, he’ll tie it back into a bun or knot :) and there’s a white streak in it because, yknow, resurrection

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the gift of prophecy is no longer a gift. it’s a curse and it is so heavy on my shoulders

the idea of c!jack manifold losing the manifork, even if it’s not canon, is so upsetting to me,, like that’s his One material possession that he had, and now that tubbo has given it to tommy it’s just like. man let jack have One Thing please.

like this is the guy who dies so often that he literally just runs around in iron armor because it’s all he has. tubbo essentially stole the manifork off his corpse, and with jack being one of the first people to Get a trident just makes it hurt more.

bad at wording things but basically sad that tommy might have the manifork because c!jack deserves a win or at least one good day

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horrible. awful. terrible

the idea of c!jack manifold losing the manifork, even if it’s not canon, is so upsetting to me,, like that’s his One material possession that he had, and now that tubbo has given it to tommy it’s just like. man let jack have One Thing please.

like this is the guy who dies so often that he literally just runs around in iron armor because it’s all he has. tubbo essentially stole the manifork off his corpse, and with jack being one of the first people to Get a trident just makes it hurt more.

bad at wording things but basically sad that tommy might have the manifork because c!jack deserves a win or at least one good day

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i’ve spent like 5 minutes doing homework and need a break so uh. c!foolish and c!jack manifold friendship idea that was brought up in twitter groupchat that i also want to share and develop on here. it’s long so uh. under the cut ig. might turn this into an entire fic at some point

starting with the deep sea afterlife idea from @the-king-of-lemons , jack comes back and he’s got all these “friends” that he made in the ocean, all these funny looking and colorful and beautiful fish and squid and creatures. he misses them. he wants to go back to that peacefulness, the momentary calm from the constant war and conflict, the gentle lull between the pain of dying and the pain of being revived. so he figures some shit out. does some math. 

one day foolish is out late. it’s getting dark, he doesn’t want to go through the nether to get back home, so he strolls down to the hotel to stay in the room jack has rented to him. jack greets him and walks him into the lobby, and foolish notices a new door off in a corner. it’s metal, almost like a vault door, with a keycode and spinning wheel. he points it out. “hey, jack, what is that?”

“oh, that’s a project i’ve been working on,” jack replies with a grin. “you wanna see it?”

“sure,” foolish says, shrugging, because it shouldn’t take long. but when jack leads him over to the door, unlocks it with his body hunched over the keypad, it swings open to reveal a long, dark, sloping hallway that descends into darkness. there’s a minecart off to the side, perched on rickety-looking rails, and jack gestures to it. “after you.”

the trip downward is terrifying. there’s no lighting, the rails are shoddily-made and crooked, and foolish swears that a few arrows are shot their way when they fly past cave entrances. the worst part is coming to a stop--jack sticks out his arm, a flash of silver in the darkness, and grabs onto the stone walls, making a horrible screeching noise that echoes through the passage as the minecart slows. they slam to a stop in a small room, lit by a singular torch, and jack’s already out and walking around before foolish realizes the minecart is still.

“here, put one of these on,” jack says, and a heavy bundle of metal and plastic hits foolish’s chest. “you’ll need it. otherwise, your head will explode.” he grins cheerfully at foolish and starts dressing himself.

the diving suits (at least that’s what foolish thinks they are--they’re held together by willpower and hope, as well as a bit of tape and some sort of glue) are heavy, clunky, and huge. jack stumps over to a little doorway, one that opens into a rickety elevator, and says, “you’ll have to turn sideways to get in,” before shuffling inside. the elevator car dips when foolish steps in, and he has to bite back a curse.

the second descent of the night is equally as terrifying as the first. the elevator car struggles downward, dropping several feet at points and halting at others. jack just stands casually, tapping his feet, humming some song. when the elevator finally stops, hundreds and hundreds of feet down, it’s with a grinding, screeching thud.

“we’re here!” jack declares, his voice muffled by the helmet. “hold on, lemme open the door--”

he yanks and pulls at the metal door, heaving until it jerks open. foolish steps out onto a rough, uneven stone floor, turns to his left, and stops.

there’s a massive, massive glass wall, stretching up into shadows. behind it is dark, barely lit water, strands of strange looking plants, and fish. tons of fish, of all shapes and sizes and colors, darting around each other and dancing behind the glass. some glow, some flash strange colors, and foolish swears he sees the tail of a shark whip by before disappearing into darkness.

“cool, innit?” jack declares. there’s a weak strain of pride in his voice, a subtle shake, but he stands straight and tall with his hands on his hips. “took me a while. i didn’t sleep much, but i got it done.”

“what--” foolish starts, but then jack is running up to the glass (running as best as he can in the massive pressure suits, at least) and pointing. “look, look,” he calls. “this is my buddy, this is long lad. i couldn’t think of a name for him, being the stringy fuck that he is, but look. he’s a bigfin squid.”

foolish can’t see much, other than several long, ghostly pale tentacles drifting through the water. jack is beaming inside his helmet, and he darts across the tank to point at another creature. “this, this is bella. she’s a giant isopod. i read up on these things, y’know, when i came back, to figure out what all my buddies were.” jack watches the pale, bug-like thing tumble off a rock and land gently on the muddy floor. “isn’t she pretty?”

“jack,” foolish finally spits out, “how--what--why did you make this? where the hell did you get all these animals?”

jack’s smile fades a bit. “well, i died, right?” he glances at foolish, almost shamefully, then turns back to the glass. “and wilbur, wil had his train station purgatory. tommy was in a void of some sort. me, well--i actually died. i didn’t have a ghost hanging around, or some sadistic fuck with a book ready to pull me back. i actually died then.

“everyone has a different afterlife, apparently,” jack continues. “my headset says some weird shit, and that’s something i’ve heard from it, and i believe it. my afterlife,” he says, turning to look foolish in the eyes, “was the deep sea. i was laying in the silt, in the dark, for a while.”

“oh,” foolish says. 

“i missed them, a lot,” jack adds on. his voice is rough, cracking, angry. “i had nobody to welcome me back to the living. nobody noticed, or cared, that i had died, and they were my companionship. they kept me company, and it was nice, and it was peaceful.” he gestures weakly to the glass wall, to the swarms of fish and shadows that shift through the water. “i wanted to replicate it, i guess. hence the big jack manifold aquarium.” he laughs, and it’s so full of hurt and pain that foolish grimaces.

there’s a moment of silence between them, as they stand in the weak blue light watching the sea creatures swim. something with a long neck, bioluminescent and flashing, moves slowly between the seagrass. a sperm whale covered in barnacles drifts out of the shadows, then retreats.

“i think it’s pretty awesome,” foolish finally says. “this is really cool.”

“you think?” jack laughs, and the tension and sadness lifts slightly. “hey, look at this one. i call him big bastard, because he tried to take a bite out of me a few times.”

there’s a massive shark swimming by, slow and steady, and foolish squints at it. jack’s going on about it, talking about how it dive bombed him in the afterlife, how it’s such a bastard motherfucker and jack hates it but in an endearing way, and then something sparks.

“jack,” foolish says, “that’s my great grandma. that shark.”

“what?”

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yo if you made it this far thank you for reading :3 the deep sea creatures coexisting in a tank, as well as the descent and pressure stuff, are very scientifically inaccurate so apologies !! uh yeah lol haha whip nae nae i hope you liked it. anyway back to my homework and twitter i go bye

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*cracks knuckles* ohoho i'm here again with another long ass post!!! let's talk about the Now Canon idea of different afterlifes/personal hells for each of the smp characters, specifically c!jack manifold's.

there are Three people who have been revived after losing all 3 lives. those people are tommy, wilbur, and jack manifold. tommy's personal hell was an empty white void (we don't know a lot bc he didn't want to talk about it), wilbur's was a train station with trains that brought/took visitors, and jack manifold's........... we don't know. so i've got a few ideas as to what it could be.

1. a recreation of the nether. i like this idea because i believe the lava death was the most Personal and Hurtful death jack experienced, and being back in the place where it happened would be hellish. he's stuck on this ledge above a lake of lava, he can't move too much or he dies, and one moment his foot shifts too much and he falls and then wakes up Alive again.

2. endless falling. this actually happened in canon/on stream, and i like to think of it as like. a spool of thread unravelling. jack falls through the ground and he's just tumbling endlessly, with nothing to grab onto, falling and falling until the spool runs out of thread and he slams to a stop before getting yanked upward. he can feel the thread unraveling in his gut, and he doesn't know what exactly he's feeling, but it's bad and he doesn't ever want to feel it again.

3. deep sea adventure idea from @the-king-of-lemons and based off some discussion in a twitter gc. this idea is tied into the "thread" that kept jack from falling, except the thread is a fishing line and he gets yoinked back up out of the ocean. but the ocean afterlife is just jack floating in the midst of the dark water, tangled in the sea grass, seeing creatures he thought were long-extinct swim past and watching the strange and colorful and wildly-shaped deep sea creatures interact. he comes back to the living and one day he's talking with tubbo and casually mentions that plesiosaurs still exist, that they live in the deep and sunless parts of the ocean and that they've become bioluminescent. tubbo is confused.

4. empty red void and endless pain. jack wakes up in an afterlife similar to tommy's, but it's lit with red lighting and he can feel each one of his deaths again, all at the same time. there's stab wounds in his chest, an axe-made hole in his gut, the feeling of molten rock boiling his skin. he's in agony, sobbing and crying for it to end, and then suddenly he's alive again with the feeling of pain still a ghost on his skin.

anyways those are my ideas lol it'd be cool to see jack develop an afterlife for himself in canon but until then......... i think Thoughts

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some absolutely miniscule concept doodles for Jack in the Origins SMP I drew during maths, thought I'd give him a more ghoulish, Nightrider kinda schtick

and an absolutely miniscule drawing of @d1nob0nes 's Walking Ecosystem Jack idea because I simply am obsessed with it

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Alright since MCC is coming back soon-ish here are the top 5 teams I wanna see in no particular order:

1. Tubbo, ScottSmajor, Dream, and Ranboo

Dream and Scott have to listen to beeduo bicker for an hour. Scott threatens to ban Ranboo for real this time, and when Tubbo laughs at that he threatens to ban Tubbo too. Dream and Ranboo make 18482882 lore jokes. Someone jokingly insults Ranboo's performance in between games and he temporarily switches to the fallen down lore screen. They win and Ranboo gets a 100% win rate in MCC like Karl had. Scott still doesn't send Tubbo a coin

2. HBomb, CaptainSparklez, Philza, Tommy

Three old men and a toddler, except they actually have a pretty good chance of winning bc this team is kind of well-balanced as far as everything goes. Also I think they'd have fun

3. Wilbur, Fundy, Quackity, Tubbo

Will they win? Fuck no they will not. Will they jam the whole time and sing lots of very neat songs? Yes they will.

4. Dream, Technoblade, Fruitberries, and Captainsparklez

I'll be honest I just want the Captain to finally win. My main goal for MCC season 2 is just for Sparklez to get a dub

5. Jack Manifold by himself.

He can do it on his own I believe in him

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adding onto my idea of Walking Ecosytem corpse jack manifold: flowers :)

little red and blue flowers sprout on the dirt that’s collected in the hood of his jacket. they start appearing on the cape he’s grown from his shoulders, they intertwine with his fingers, they leave petals when he walks. you know jack’s been someone when you find dozens of minuscule petals on the floor.

on top of that, he starts giving flowers to those he trusts—never in person, always as a quiet gesture for them to find later. tubbo and ranboo come home from a trip and find a little arrangement of flowers on their dining table. foolish is working on his home and discovers, in a dark corner safe from the scorching sun, a clump of dirt and grass and flowers.

jack tries his best to be himself, he really does. he knows that he’s changed significantly since he returned from the dead, that he’s just a hulking being of moss and dirt and flowers, but he tries to show that his personality hasn’t changed much. he may have eyes that stare through you and he may speak with multiple voices, but he’s still jack manifold. and he still loves his friends.