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Even I am taller than Anti! >:3
(OMG, I cant believe it! Henrik said my actual name! This really made my day♥️)
📏 for Anti, 📚 for Henrik and 📺 for Chase! (These are for the newest emoji post)
Hhhh this is actually really old and i just kept putting it off, sorry--
This ask was actually for this one!
📏: how tall are you?
I̴͍ͥ'̛̃m ͇̚5͉'̱̆5͙͜ ͈ͬ͡a͍n͟dͫ ̬e̖x̔͜tr̝e͎̽͏m̸̦ͪe̵͙l̈́ͅy҉ b͘i͜t͚͐ṱe̔͢r̗ ͔a̔͘b͈͑óŭ̸͚t̪ ͤͅit̽.
(I'm 5'5 and extremely bitter about it.)
📚: what's your favorite book?
Henrik: Ah, hello Zack! It is lovely to see you pop in. I do not have one specific book that I enjoy, though I am partial to Stephen King, along with the original Sherlock Holmes series.
📺: what people or topics do you like watching on youtube, if anything?
Chase: I don't really watch anyone in particular at this point man, I just fall down rabbit holes. I'll start off watching someone that has similar stuff as me, and end up in the dark side of YouTube, watching alien conspiracies. It's not good.
Happy late birthday chase brody <3 🤨✋
A few hours ago I finished my portrait of @therealjacksepticeye as Chase Brody. I really hope that you all will like it. 😊
Hi @therealjacksepticeye I return back to the past and drew portait of Chase Brody for you. I hope that you will like it. 😉
A Really Rather Dumb Bet (Schneep and Chase Drabble).
A/N: Because everyone needs a little more fluff and comedy for these two fools.
The horrid crashing sound was more than enough to send Henrik careening out of bed. It wasn't as if he wasn't used to loud noises, he made plenty of them himself and hell, he was good friends with Jack. It was just that this particular loud sound had been made at two o'clock in the morning when he'd thought he was alone in the house. Anyone else might have been inclined to do something rational, like call the police or go back to sleep. Henrik, however, knew much better, which was why he swung his door open with great gusto, walking confidently into the living room, brandishing a stethoscope like a garrot and yelling "WHO IS IT ZAT DARES TO DISTURB ZE REST OFF ZE GREAT HENRIK VON SCHNEEPLESTEIN?! VHAT CRIMINAL IS STUPID ENOUGH TO CONTEST HIM?!" Honestly, even in the fluorescent pink pajama shorts and haphazard glasses, he struck an intimidating figure. What greeted him was not an awestruck-and-or-blinded-by-the-neon-PJs burgler, but a broken window, a collapsed side table, a few scattered remote pieces and magazine pages, and a very dissheveled, very drunk, widely grinning Chase Brody. "DOC! AH'M -hic- SO HAPPY TAH SEEEE YOOOOOU!" This was met with a blank stare, to which Chase pouted considerably. "Aw, c'mon -hic- Schneeps, you've gotta be h-hic-happy to see me too. I hav'n ev'n seen you in like...like...ever!" "Chase, vhat ze fuck?" The good doctor shook his head and went to help his terribly inebriated friend to sit on the couch. "First off all, vhy are you here at two in ze morgen?" "Because I wanna see-" "See me, ya, I got zhat. Sank you, ze sought is appreciated." Clearly he wasn't going to get a better explanation. "Second question, zhen: vhy did you come through ze vindow?" "The door was locked." He would have facepalmed if he'd had a free arm that wasn't busy trying to shove said window back into the gaping hole it'd created on the way down. "Off course. And vhy are you drunk as an Irish sailing skunk?" "Because Marv gave me -hic- some awesome whiskey! And bet me -hic hic- I couldn't finish it all in one go! I won! Ha!" Chase laughed. The laughing quickly turned into a vague wretching. He turned very green and Henrik didn't wait to be asked before he pointed down the hall to the open bathroom door. For a drunk man, Chase moved surprisingly quickly and with surprisingly few casualties. Henrik only had to dive to catch one vase and three paintings before the door shut behind him. He sighed. Tomorrow, he supposed, he'd have to get some more answers out of that man, and a sound apology from Marvin. Tonight, though, he simply went to the closet in the hall and pulled the door open to reveal a set of shelves with extra linens on them. He ran a finger down the edges of the shelving. JJ, Marvin, Angus, Robbie...ah, there it is! Chase. He pulled out a set of Nerf sheets, and began to make up a bed on the couch. BANG! CRASH! THUMP! "Hennnnnn-!"
Sigh.
He stood, straightening his shorts. A doctor's duties never cease.