#isaac zuckerman

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Some drawings from the past few months

Harper, JJ, Gloria (I agree with Nessa, Gloria is gr8 for art block), Isaac, Quest, and Britney

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little messy jack and isaac

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some draws!

I was gonna try to draw all my ocs but I lost my good eraser when I was drawing Lotus and the other eraser I have smudges things which is obnoxious

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hooky, pt. 1

or rather - “jack costello and isaac zuckerman’s day off”

still working on br/otp projects! this one’s for logan - love ya pal

this was originally gonna be really long, so i’m splitting this into two parts. i’m still working on pt. 2. so here’s pt. 1!

heavily featuring the other members of the disaster crew - vaughn, graham, namir, and levi.

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Jack’s first thought of the day is that he’s pretty sure he’s going to kill his roommate - it’s how a lot of his days start. He thinks this before he can even open his eyes, and the second thought he has is that it probably wouldn’t take too much mana to melt that stupid fucking alarm clock right in his hands. The third is that, fuck, his head hurts.

“What the fuck dude?” he groans, his raspy voice full of sleep as he rubs his eyes and begrudgingly sits up in bed. “I was having the coolest dream. Of course you and your goddamn nuclear fallout alarm had to ruin it.” He turns to shoot daggers at his roommate, only to find him perfectly asleep under his mountain of ridiculous blankets and quilts. Jack calls his name twice, but Vaughn remains unstirred and Jack’s ears continue to ring from the deafening alarm clock.

“Fucking ridiculous,” he mutters, swinging his legs over the side of his bed and crossing the duct tape line across the middle of their floor. The line had been a failed attempt by Vaughn to keep Jack’s destructiveness away from his belongings, though 90% of the time you can’t even see the tape under Vaughn’s scattered dirty laundry. So maybe Jack is a disaster, but his roommate is a slob.

Jack slams his hand on top of the alarm clock. The blaring ceases and when Jack removes his palm, the plastic on top of the device is partly melted. Whatever, he tells himself, it wasn’t on purpose. Or maybe it was. He’s way too exhausted and hungover to tell.

“Vaughn!” He shoves him twice in the shoulder. Still, nothing.

Alright, Jack is done with this shit. He focuses his mana into his index finger, raises his hand, and…

“Ow! Whyyyyyy?”

“Goddamn it, you could sleep through a tornado.”

“Yes, probably.” Vaughn’s voice is heavy as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes with a curled fist. “Unless it was a burning tornado.”

“I scorched your horrible alarm. But I think I was doing the whole floor a favor. It deserved to die.”

Vaughn angrily mutters something Jack doesn’t understand. “Graham gave me that clock. It’s really loud so I don’t sleep through it.”

Jack scoffs sarcastically and crosses his arms over his bare chest. “Yeah, works great.”

His small grumpy roommate turns over toward the wall. “Please take your dick out of my face.”

Jack snaps the elastic of his boxer briefs with a thumb. “You wish you could wake up to this view everyday.”

“Ugh.” Jack smirks at the perfect upside-down ‘U’ that Vaughn’s mouth morphs into before it disappears under the cartoon stars and planets of his outermost blanket.

When Jack gets back to their dorm after taking a shower, he finds Vaughn spontaneously fully dressed and ready. And by spontaneously, he means about ten minutes - though to be fair it’s probably a record for Vaughn. And by fully dressed and ready he means in the same ripped black skinny jeans he’d been wearing the past three days (and somehow getting away with it even though it’s definitely against dress code - respect), an oversized sweatshirt pulled over his wrinkled shirt and tie, bright blue bedhead that looks a lot like cotton candy, and slightly smeared eyeliner he had seen him applying at about 10:30 the night before. Even though he’d never left the room. Weirdo.

“I can’t believe you’re ready before seven. Am I still asleep?”

“I’m meeting Graham and Namir in ten minutes.”

Jack drops a box on the table. “I stole donuts from some eighth graders. Want some?” Vaughn nods without hesitation and immediately zips over from his desk across the room. He flips the top of the box, pulls out two sprinkled pastries, and begins chowing down like a starving dog.

It will always amaze Jack what Vaughn Belyakov will do for junk food.

“I need to copy your math homework.”

“Seriously?” Vaughn doesn’t wait to finish chewing before talking, so his words are muffled by the donuts in his mouth. “Okay, but you have to come with me then.”

“Just leave it here and I’ll give it to you later.”

“No, I have math first today. You won’t give it to me and then I won’t turn it in on time.”

“Fine, at least let me change first.”

“Ugh, Vaughn, you didn’t say those two were coming along,” Jack groans, pointing at two other guys approaching them. One is tall with dark hair and the other has wild blond curls and a nose tucked in a book as he maneuvers through the bustling courtyard. Vaughn shrugs, both in ignorance and apathy, and leans against Graham’s shoulder.

“Well if it isn’t little John John,” Levi sneers as he approaches the group.

“You weren’t calling me little after practice yesterday, Johnny.”

Graham, Namir, and Isaac groan almost in unison (Vaughn is already dozing off against his boyfriend’s sweatshirt).

“Ew,” Namir complains, flicking his shaggy white bangs out of his eyes. “I don’t care what kind of weird friends-with-benefits thing you two have going on, but I definitely don’t need or want to hear about it.”

“We are definitely not friends,” Levi explains.

“Not at all. It’s a competition thing.”

“Yuck,” chimes in Isaac before plopping down beside Jack on the grass. “That’s way worse.”

“That’s pretty gold coming from you, Zuck,” Jack teases as he leans his body weight against Isaac’s bare arm and lays his palm flat just above his knee. He pretends not to notice he’s done this, revelling in the creeping blush across Isaac’s face that he can see from the corner of his eye.

Messing with Isaac Zuckerman has to be one of Jack’s top ten favorite activities. Definitely below drinking and fighting; probably somewhere around burning things. Feeling Isaac’s body temperature rise against his skin and torching paper in his hand tend to give him the same feeling anyway.

Jack pulls a silver flask out of the front pocket of his beat-up backpack. He can only unscrew the top and press the cold metal against his hot lips before Graham makes his regularly scheduled passive aggressive comment.

“Wow,” he says, ginger eyebrows furrowed together. “What a healthy, balanced breakfast.”

“Thanks, Mom. I would’ve put it in coffee, but someone rushed me out the door so quickly I didn’t have any time to make any. So we’re going straight up today. If anyone sees a professor come out, alert me.” He presses the spout back against his lips. The harsh liquor tears down his throat and Jack savors the burn. Once he swallows, he presses the flask into Isaac’s hand, who follows suit.

“It’s six-thirty AM, you guys,” Vaughn (now mostly awake) lectures through the handful of gummy worms in his mouth.

A pained noise escapes the mouth of their redhaired den mother. “You guys are all huge disasters.”

“That’s why we’re friends, right?” comments Namir as he lights a cigarette.

Once seven rolls around, most of the boys start heading their separate ways to their morning classes. Jack watches the group of them get up and walk away from their spot in the courtyard, but as Isaac starts to finally move to his feet next to him, Jack grabs his arm.

“Hey, you wanna play hooky?”

“Skip class?”

“Duh.”

“I don’t know…”

“C’mon. I know you hate PE.”

“I don’t hate PE.”

“Yes you do. You hate it because you finish the two mile before everyone and you just sit there and make awkward conversation with Coach Perez. Who is a creep.”

Isaac looks between Jack and the building the other four students are currently walking into. He considers for a moment. Jack thinks it might be the longest Isaac’s ever gone without talking.

“Ok. Fine. Fuck it.”

“Let’s go.”

[loganscanons]

a collection of oc thoughts

JJ and Harper are legacies of Aphrodite. Their dad is a son of Aphrodite.

JJ has a pet hellhound (more on this later).

Shiloh, Parker, Xander, and Will all wear a lot of plaid and flannel.

Parker also wears many, many sweaters and band t-shirts.

Bambi drinks a lot of coffee.

So do Isaac and Parker.

Lotus and Elenore can’t stand coffee. They both think it’s disgusting.

Elenore has a very high tolerance for alcohol. Her grandparents own a winery so she’s been allowed small tastes of alcohol her whole life.

Ygritte loves chocolate. Dark chocolate is her favorite and she always has a couple bars of chocolate hidden in her dorm room.

She despises white chocolate. It’s not real chocolate; it’s a horrible imposter.

Ygritte also loves puns. So many puns.

Namir adores cats and would adopt every cat he sees if he could get away with it. His love for cats helps him win over Vaughn and Nikos, who both adore cats as well.

His ability to bake also helps win over Vaughn. Vaughn can’t say no to sweets.

Keenan owns many tacky, ugly sweaters and he’s not even a little bit ashamed. People might be like “that sweater is kinda ugly” and he’ll excitedly be like “I know, right? It’s hideous!”

Elenore has a lot of shark tooth jewelry. She likes going to beaches and searching for shark teeth.

Bambi’s angst can sound very emo-teenager-esque sometimes. Like emo teenager with an angsty tumblr quote blog.

Bambi is very good at braiding hair. She can do awesome braids in just a couple minutes with no mirror needed.

Xander is a trans boy at the beginning of his transition.

When with family, Isaac wears a kippah. He doesn’t wear one at EA really, however.

Because Isaac can speed read, he reads several books a week. Reading is one of his favorite hobbies.

Graham always smells vaguely of chlorine.

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B.B. flexing and sleepy Isaac in a big shirt

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*rises from a pile of summer classwork* hello i am procrastinating and i miss OCs so have some headcanons

Bambi

Bambi is an emo edgelord and she sighs dramatically when she has to do just about anything.

She makes a lot of self deprecating jokes. Especially about how she’s disappointing her parents

“my parents wanted a successful straight son instead they got a depressed gay daughter”

also makes jokes about being dead a lot. and about sleep since she’s tired approximately always

“you can sleep when you’re dead” “I already died and it wasn’t very restful can’t i just sleep now”

Gayer than she originally thought

mumbles things under her breath a lot. is she talking to ghosts or to herself? who knows

Isaac

very kinky. he’ll try anything (no srsly anything as long as it’s consensual) once and he’ll try it again if someone is paying him

probably watches too much porn

eats like trash he probably doesn’t even remember what a vegetable is

he loves rabbits but he’ll never get a pet rabbit bc he can barely take care of himself

Frankie

five foot seven inches of anxiety and anger

tired of people pitying them for having fibromyalgia they just want to complain without someone saying “oh bby :(”

if one more person calls them cute they’re gonna riot

“I would rather die than have another human look at me rn” - frankie, almost everyday

not as pessimistic as they seem complaining and grumbling makes them feel better

[rexhc]

✤ - isaac and jack!

who said i love you first? - omg we talked about this so isaac says i love you first. jack kinda panics and avoids isaac for a little bit before isaac tells him he doesn’t care if jack says it back right away. jack says it back a couple weeks later while he thinks isaac is asleep (he isn’t.)

who laughs when the other trips? - jack and he’s always devastated he didn’t get it on video

who pays the bills? - isaac because jack barely ever has a job

which one makes a bigger deal around the holidays? - neither of them. they end up getting roped into whatever graham/vaughn are doing.

who’s more clumsy? - i feel like it’s probably isaac because he goes too fast and bumps into things

who checks their daily horoscope? - isaac probably but also probably neither of them lol

who sings louder in the car? - also isaac he’s embarrassing as hell

who leaves the cap off the toothpaste? - jack but also isaac they’re both a mess their shitty little studio apartment is disgusting

who is more up to date in pop culture? - hmmm

who insists on going to see the newest movies? - isaac wants to see some movie adaptation of a book he likes for date night so he drags jack to the cinema. they both end up getting bored before the trailers even end and take the train back home so they can make out instead and isaac whispers the plot of the book into jack’s ear the whole ride home. he finds the story very boring but the husky voice isaac does puts him in another headspace. 

who cries when the abused animal commercials come on? - isaac. jack changes the channel as soon as it comes on.

who’s the lighter sleeper? - jack. tho they both have a war on writing/drawing on each other’s face when they’re drunk and passed out.

who believes in ghosts? - isaac swears their apartment is haunted and jack constantly argues with him that no, this apartment just has really shitty creaky pipes would you stop hiding under the blankets please

who does the grocery shopping? - who knows they probably just end up getting random snacks and ramen packets at the gas station until graham brings them healthy food

who updates their facebook status more often? - ha who uses facebook? but isaac has a finsta with like 300 pictures of jack and like 150 scandalous pictures of them in bed that levi always comments ‘disgusting’ on