#eyeless Jack

[intimidating-fettuccine]

BEN: [Throws open door]

BEN: So you two ARE having sex!

Y/N and EJ: [Innocently lying around and reading]

EJ: We are? Y/N, why didn’t you tell me? I would have put my book down.

[dahlia3tears]

[strewbucks]

something for my own personal AU 😔🤘

[creek-ink]

art meme art meme!!

@creeps-and-pasta 4 tha w

[eyeris-moni]

Just a little revamp of my EJ design (not sure it will stay, but I'm vibing for sure >:3c) Imagining this CREATURE just capable of intelligent thoughts, planning, and communication (mostly through sign language), yet strangely foreign and feral to times. No one knows what this guy is about, but somehow I guess we trust him to be the teams physical medic?? Perfectly sane :3

[deepsix-writing]

coming to terms with godhood.

(a jack nichols aka ‘eyeless jack’ story)

the birth of a god is a painful thing. it feels like dying, more than anything. you’d think, after people having worshipped deities for so long, they’d warn you about how excruciating it is to become one. but they don’t.

that was something jack nichols had learned through firsthand experience. recently, in fact. but the worst thing, for him, wasn’t learning to readjust; it felt like all of his senses had been fundamentally rearranged, but that wasn’t what bothered him most. what bothered him most was the trail of bodies it left in his wake.

“burn in hell. ALL of you.” he remembered the words birthing into the open air, but not saying them himself. but he did remember pulling the mask over his face, and he did remember leaving a bloody jenny to die in the forest alone. he remembered kicking away her pleading hands as they pawed at his ankle, her last chance of making contact with her reborn god. only it didn’t feel like jack’s voice, coming out of him. it came from some place far deeper than his chest, and it gushed from his lips like the tar that leaked from his eyes. when he finally scrambled back to civilization, hastily stuffing himself into the nearest gas station bathroom to avoid prying eyes, he puked his guts out. it was an ultimately futile attempt to get that noxious tar out of his body.

it was poisoning him, he was certain. it felt like it coated every inch of his insides, holding back the air in his lungs and turning the food in his stomach to bile. he didn’t want to look in the mirror. he didn’t want to see the state of himself, what those people had done to him, but he needed to know.

he wished he hadn’t looked. because when he did, he didn't recognize what he saw.

beneath the mask, crusted with black tar, festered two black pits where his eyes once were. he was mesmerized by the fact he wasn’t doubled over with the pain of it all. thinking about it, he was just as mesmerized by something else, too.

how am i able to see right now?

it was something that hadn’t even occurred to him until now.

sight of chernobog, some rogue thought interjected. then, it came back to him. that was what the cultists had said when they gouged out his eyes and replaced them with…

i should not be as calm as i am, reflecting on this.

jack never had been the emotional type, but this was really pushing it. it was like that tar that covered his insides had dampened his emotions, too.

...or maybe he was just denying himself the time to truly reflect on it. a part of him felt if he did that, he might never get back on his feet again. he’d curl up in a ball and crystalize, and years down the line he’d be nothing but dust.

jack didn’t want that. it was like the mountain climbers he’d read about in one of his medical textbooks. he just needed to learn to acclimate to the change in altitude. this could be okay.

how to acclimate, however… that was a tough one. he couldn’t do it around people though, he knew that much. he needed to be somewhere isolated, somewhere he could collect his thoughts and keep anyone else from getting—

go back to the college, his thoughts interjected again. you don’t know what its like to be truly alone. you don’t want that.

jack blinked, but shrugged it off. in the gas station bathroom’s sink he washed his hair, matted with blood, and made certain to wash off any blood that pooled on the porcelain when he was done. he took the mask, cast aside amidst his previous puking session, and slipped it back on. he slipped the hood of his jacket up over it to hide his wet hair, too, and took one final look in the mirror.

it was months from Halloween. there was no way anyone was going to look at him and think ‘yep, that’s normal’. in fact, jack was pretty sure he’d already gotten a horrified look from a lady filling up her tank before he’d darted into the bathroom.

his only hope was going to be finding somewhere secluded to figure all of this out. maybe, when all was said and done with, he could make up the assignments for the last of his classes online. he was pretty sure west point had a program for that.

his uncle had a cabin in some backwoods area nearby, he knew. jack remembered when he was a kid, him, his parents, and his cousins would all stay there during the holidays. his uncle had a different house he lived in, too, so chances were, the place was empty.

and, it was only a few dozen miles north, if he remembered correctly. he was on the track team back in high-school. it wouldn't be easy, but it would be managable.

it was the best shot he had at figuring this all out.

it would have to work.

whatever it was that had happened with the cult, whatever it was that they did to jack, it would all be a distant memory in a few years. it wouldn’t get in the way of his medical degree, and it sure as hell wouldn’t get in the way of his life.

right?

[mineralboa]

scared anon here.. was wondering if you had any eyeless jack or toby rogers headcanons to share.. perchance

tbh ive barely thought about these guys since 2016 😭😭 especially toby, i dont think i ever got into his backstory..

i do have some thoughts i think,,

,,i was thinking while drawing these,, i think toby would be good with music! like he'd be good at an instrument,, drums maybe...MAYBE idk tho im gonna need to get into his story, took this ask as an opportunity to finally draw toby tho :] thank u

jack is just a creature, like in a "not completely here" way..u know? its hard to explain my thoughts exactly 😭😭

[foressfaction]

Dystopia character refs part 1

We have my uncolored designs of the dystopia characters so far, missing like 4 though because of tumblrs image limit..

We have in order,

Toby

Tim/masky

Eyeless Jack

Kate the Chaser

Brian/Hoodie

Jeff the killer

Jane the killer

Ben drowned

X-virus

Laughing Jack

[diasartstuff]

It’s drawn like shit cause I was doing it on a plane w a shit ton of turbulence. Made by @creeps-and-pasta

[jeunix]

🐛 if i may request, i think eyeless jack would b very cool in your style if you wanna draw more pastas,,,

Sorry for answering this late!! Decided to experiment with his art and kept it monochrome. Kinda wanna experiment more with this

I should make a design for him in the future..

[intimidating-fettuccine]

EJ: You can’t just stuff 10 marshmallows in your mouth and call that dinner!

Y/N shoving another marshmallow in their mouth: You sure can try though!

[greydrits]

Collab!!! ^^

[mooniemilkieway]

they’re all in a 4 way relationship because i said so

all 4 of them are freakishly tall, have abandonment issues , are bisexual, eat hot chips, and lie

[eyeris-moni]

Draw your Jack getting a smooch on the “forehead”

Sm00ch He got rizz

[tobaccoy]

Hey EJ, I got Kidneys for you *holds up a plate of Kidneys while smiling*

-Ben Drowned

[ijustwannahavefunn]

🤡 I don't understand.