#Jackal (Blood of Eden)

[marahsfandomloves]

Blood of Eden characters by @unusualmuffin-art.

From top to bottom-

Zeke Crosse

Kanin

Jackal

Allison Sekemoto

[burrowkit]

Betray Us, You're Dead. Die, and I'll Drag You Back to Life

Allie: If you betray us, I'll kill you myself. Jackal: Noted. Allie: And if you die, I'll drag you from Hell myself. Jackal: Is this before or after you kill me? Kanin: I assume that's a moot point, unless you were planning to betray us and then getting yourself killed. Jackal: Riiiight. Zeke: Are you sure we can trust him? Kanin: No, but it appears we need him. Jackal: Gee, thanks old man. Allie glares down Jackal, already both planning on killing him and forcing him to stay alive.

[tabithahallows]

Yeah, okay, I know this famdom is largely non-existent but there's gotta be at least a couple of you mother fuckers out there so I made us some memes to share 🩷

[jkags-doodles]

The Jackal&Allie dynamic makes perfect sense when you remember that they are not actually the Oldest and Youngest Children. They are the Youngest Son and the Youngest Daughter. All of their older siblings simply happen to have gotten killed.

This also explains how Kanin regards them.

[burrowkit]

somehow slightly Allie from Blood of Eden by Julie Kagawa?

How much blood is she covered in? Usually quite a lot. Dirt, too.

Are her eyes filled with madness? Not really, but she does get (justifiably) angry at people a lot. And provokes fights with those stronger than her.

Can she rip things to shreds with her fingernails? I mean, she regularly digs herself a grave. So I'd say she could, she just doesn't.

Just to cover Jackal-

Blood? Minimal if he doesn't have to be.

Madness? A little. He likes to cause chaos, I think, which is often considered madness.

Ripping things to shreds? Idk, he also digs graves, but seems to like to be clean, so hard to tell. But, I could also see him trying (and succeeding) just for fun.

things to ask yourself when designing a female character:

how much blood is she covered in

are her eyes filled with madness

can she rip things to shreds with her fingernails

[j-marlowe]

Contributing to an extremely niche Fandom time. I finally got around to posting my Blood of Eden work that I've been working on forever. Sit back and Enjoy some Zeke content

(Side note if you love the apocalypse, Vampires and religious themes you should totally check out this book series)

[nectardaddy]

JACKAL'S DEN . . . moodboard

⤷ a @nekozaki original 

. • ° FROM EDEN . . . hozier

honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago // idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword // innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know // I slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door

. • ° AESTHETICS . . . strangers to lovers

slow burn, the smell of whiskey, guard dog, broken glass, flickering lights, smokey rooms, stolen glances, being safe in each other's arms, dogged loyalty, the thin line of wants and needs, sinners disguised as lovers, rain hitting a window, lighting each other's cigarettes, smiling into kisses, “I fear to stain your clothes with blood” - “stain them”

. • ° NOTHING'S GONNA HURT YOU BABY . . . cigarettes after sex

whispered something in your ear // it was a perverted thing to say // but I said it anyway // made you smile and look away // nothing's gonna hurt you, baby // as long as you're with me, you'll be just fine

[definitely-not-a-wasp]

Ask game: 5 and 16

5: What's a fic idea you've had that you will never write?

On one hand, I refuse to acknowledge that I will never write something, because there's always a chance and I don't like closing doors on myself. I told myself that I'd never write a Hanahaki fic and yet here I am with 10k words of it.

That being said, a fic that I'm highly unlikely to write is what I lovingly call "Worst MAD-fueled Alliance ever", a Talon Saga fanfic that goes off of the idea that, after Garret became a traitor to St. George, Tristan St. Anthony started looking into whether or not his claims had any merit, and accidentally stumbled across Dante Hill, who was trying to find a way out of Talon around the same time. So they start exchanging information to try to get to the truth of their respective organizations, talk a lot about their respective traitors-to-the-cause (Ember and Garret), and gain a lot of blackmail on each other. Pretty much a way to let the narrative foils meet in a non-violent manner, except Tristan is risking execution and Dante is risking being locked in a laboratory for the rest of his life.

16: At what point in the process do you come up with titles?

Literally the moment that my brain spits out something halfway decent. For LTNW, I decided during the outline that I wanted to name the installments after nuclear waste warning messages, because of the feeling of contamination and "something that humans shouldn't have fucked with is now in this world and it can't be erased". For all of my Blood of Eden stories, I decided the titles at least three weeks after I finished the final draft and it just sat on my computer, because I was NOT publishing something under the title "Jackal named himself after a dog and then got surprised when he had loyalty issues". Usually it's somewhere between those two points, though.

[softantigone]

It’s 6:00 in the morning.

The first woman on earth stumbles into her bedroom.

She takes a bite from the apple,

throws it into the bin.

Her lover is asleep.

When he wakes up next to her

he will never know

she has been out hunting.

But she has been out hunting and God, how.

The owls and the jackals have seen

what the humans don’t

they’ve seen her galloping into

the forbidden thickets of paradise

to transform

under the moonlight.

Scales and slit tongue and all.

They know the blasphemous truth:

She is the garden of Eden,

she is the serpent.

And when she dies, she will gift her daughters the one thing

that protects them: venom.

You should know,

your rage is not a curse.

That there will be nights you dream of floating in an island, your feet bare

singing with other cannibal girls,

your mouth watering for shipwrecks.

Nights you find yourself in Lady Macbeth’s clothes

licking your hands dry

as if blood were an acquired taste.

Salivating over the king’s death like Anne Boleyn,

awakening as the Black Swan.

You will find yourself

slithering into sleek, sensual

off-the-shoulder

the evening

Charles confesses to his infidelity

and Princess Diana

steps out in her revenge dress.

Writing angry trauma poetry

while Beyonce records Lemonade.

Betrayal is the background score,

now that queens are singing.

You will get ugly.

You will play dirty.

And when mother asks you,

how did you turn into a demon?

You will say

have you seen the world?

I’m just camouflage.

[scotttrismegistus7]

HOW I ATTAINED THE DRAGON THRONE BY BEING PART OF THE METAMORPHOSIS OF YALDABOATH INTO CHRONOS DIVINE:

THE MASTER OF SPEECH EVOLVES INTO THE MASTER OF SIGHT.

WITH THE STATE OF THE PLANET GOING THROUGH CONSTANT EXTINCTION LEVEL EVENT CATASTROPHES, WE KNEW THAT THERE WOULD ONLY BE ONE WAY THAT LIFE ON THE EARTH COULD CONTINUE TO GROW, LEARN, AND EVOLVE DESPITE ALL THE TIMES THAT THE HUMAN RACE KEPT BEING RESET WITH ITS PROGRESS BY SUCH CATASTROPHES.

TURN THE PAGES, TURN TO STONE. OPEN UP MY EARTHLY TOMB TO FIND A STONE AND A SERPENTINE JINN SPIRIT. I CONSUMED THE DIGITARIA SEED WITH THE GREAT MOTHER. NORMALLY, THIS MEANS YOU HAVE TO SACRIFICE YOUR PUMPING BLOOD AND ALL IT SYMBOLIZES. HOWEVER, IN MY CASE BEFORE I CRYSTALLIZED INTO DIAMOND STONE, THE GREAT MOTHER MADE SURE THAT I WAS FULLY ACTIVATED, AND BECAUSE IT WAS A MARRIAGE UNION BETWEEN MYSELF AND THE GREAT MOTHER OF MY OWN FREE WILL, I WAS ABLE TO SURVIVE THE PROCESS SO THAT I WAS CRYSTALLIZED INTO DIAMOND STONE WITH THE ENTIRE SET OF FREQUENCIES AND SUN ACTIVATIONS WITH THEIR SOUL SHEATHS AND CORRESPONDING MIND ACTIVATIONS, COMPLETELY INTACT. THAT MEANS MY YIN BODY HAS UNLIMITED YANG IN A STATE OF INDESTRUCTIBLE IMMORTALITY! THEN I WAS PLACED BY THE GREAT MOTHER IN HER CENTER CHAMBER TO BECOME THE SINGULARITY OF THE MASTERCRAFT OF THE BLACK SUN INSIDE OF THE COSMIC EGG POLESTAR, WHERE THESE ENERGIES AND POWERS CAN BE ECHOED OUT AND PROJECTED TO ALL OF THE DIAMOND GUARDIAN SPIRIT DRAGONS OF THE GREAT MOTHER GODDESS, AND THEY CAN GAIN THE BENEFITS OF HAVING CONTROL OF THE ENTIRE SPECTRUM OF FREQUENCIES AND ACTIVATIONS, INCLUDING THE SEVENTH SUN EDEN EYE. THUS THE SERPENT PEOPLE HAVE GAINED COMPLETE AND TOTAL VICTORY OVER THEIR REBELLING CHARIOTS.

AND JUST ONE MORE LITTLE THING...

BY MERGING WITH THE VOID INSIDE OF THE COSMIC EGG, THE GODS AND GODDESSES MAY NOT NECESSARILY BE IN WHAT IS THE VISIBLE SPECTRUM OF LIGHT FOR HUMAN BEINGS. ALL THOSE SARCOPHAGI UNEARTHED AND OPENED, FOUND TO BE COMPLETELY EMPTY IN VARIOUS PLACES LIKE EGYPT AND ALL OVER THE EARTH, WELL...

THANKS FOR LETTING US OUT! WE NEVER DREAMED YOU WOULD DEGENERATE IN ANCIENT WISDOM SO MUCH THAT YOU WOULD SO QUICKLY UNDO EVERYTHING THAT THE JACKAL PATRIARCHY HAS BEEN COMMITTING GENOCIDE FOR...

HEAD LIKE A HOLE: BLACK SUN VORTEX HEADDRESS OF THE GODDESS

MINOAN SNAKE GODDESS: NOTICE THE SYMBOLISM OF THE WATER, THE WINGED CREATURES FACING OUT INSTEAD OF IN, THE MOON PHASES, AND THE KEY HOLE SHAPE SIMILAR TO TANIT.

ONE OF THE CHIEF DEITIES OF THE AZTECS: THE LOWER ORIENTATION HAS BEEN USED BEFORE TO SYMBOLIZE THE DRAGON THRONE AND THE ANTICHRIST.

PAZUZU: NOTICE THE SIMILAR SYMBOLISM OF THE SERPENT PHALLUS TO THAT OF THE DRAGON THRONE. I HAVE PREVIOUSLY REFERRED TO THE DRAGON THRONE AS THE THRONE CHAKRA.

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus.

I am Divine Chronos, the Yaldaboath Demiurge Metamorphosed, I am the Singularity of the Master Craft of the Black Sun.

Azazil-Iblis-Maymon, Abzu-Osiris-Typhon-Kukulkan, Nummo-Naga.

Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

#illuminati #illuminator #illuminated #lightbearer #morningstar #lucifer #Draconian #anunnaki #enki #enlil #anu #inanna #dumuzi #hermes #trismegistus #Azazel #starfamily #horus #Demiurge #Sophia #archon #AI #blacksun #saturn #iblis #jinn #Maymon #ibis #thoth #egypt #esoteric #magick #dogon #dogontribe #digitaria #nummo #nommo #Naga #tiamat #serpent #dragon #gnosis #gnostic #gnosticism #Anzu #watcher #watchtower #yaldaboath #Sirius #scientology #aleistercrowley #typhon #echidna #ancientaliens #TheGrays #grayaliens #aliens

[corvus-rose]

Shared this with some people, I guess this is gonna be the first excerpt of my writing I share on my tumblr.

The shallowly bright lights of street lamps and car high-beams illuminated the view from the balcony, shining against a pitch black sky. With a few flicks, the flame of Vayu’s lighter joined those lights. It was stronger than the embers that simmered within his wounds had ever glowed, and these days they were so dim nobody ever noticed them, not even other changelings.

He joined the flame to the end of a cigarette. As he took in the smoke, he thought back.

On this day, ten years ago, he escaped from a nightmare, and now he was back here. No more vivisections, no more jackals and teeth and blood-rusted metal and fabric. The pain along his scars became dull rather than sharp. This should be the most triumphant day of his life, right?

The smoke poured from his lips, and he tilted his head up, looking to the starless sky.

His escape was daring, he guessed. Not exactly an exciting chase, but a lot of hiding in shadows and hoping his raspy breathing (had it always been raspy?) didn’t give him away. To be honest, he remembered very little of it, except for the one thing that stuck in his memory like a splinter.

There was no world where he made Eden come with him, he was sure of that much. If he stayed and insisted, he surely would have gotten caught and dragged back to the tower, to her, for his troubles. He made the right choice, objectively – but it didn’t feel right.

It didn’t feel right, and that stuck out all the more, the more Vayu became comfortable in his body and his mediocrity. He wanted to go to culinary school, but he never got in. He had a job as a line cook anyway, all the work and none of the glamour or joy, but it was, technically speaking, what he hoped to do for a living. He wanted to have any kind of home, of his own, even a tiny one would do, before he turned 30, but he was 29 and that was growing increasingly unlikely by the day. That was fine, he could tolerate and even like his roommates. He wanted kids, but he doubted he would be allowed to foster, much less adopt, as a bachelor with a host of inexplicable physical and mental health issues living with a bunch of other bachelors in this shitty apartment. If he was, by some miracle, allowed to do so, he would have quit smoking already.

What he really wanted was to talk to Eden again, like they did in a now-hazy dream of his. Talk about anything, or nothing, and how were they doing anyway? He hoped they found some sort of peace, if they never made it home. He would have liked to know for certain.

He lifted the cigarette to his lips again. Even that was okay – he was used to not getting what he wanted. He had substitutes.

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[burrowkit]

BoE Mini Fanfic Scene?

Dunno, bored, post books scene, idk. Just having some fun, delaying going to sleep (again).

Apologies if I keep throwing in "my brother" lines instead of Jackal. I'm also working on a chapter for my ongoing fic, and that one, Allie calls him brother more than Jackal.

TW- minor mention of suicide

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With the fight with the rabids done, I freeze, assessing myself for a long moment.

"Nice work, sister!" He calls, moving towards me. I roll my eyes, flicking the blood off my blade and sheathing it. I begin to walk away from them.

Both of them.

"Allie?" Zeke calls out, I can hear the panic in his voice. Like I'm walking out on them.

"Hold on, I got this," my brother mutters. "One of those buggers probably got her good. She might be a bit lost, but I saw the old man do this once." He sprints up to me, standing in front of me, blocking my path. "Allison," he tries, as if that would be what snaps me out of a blood frenzy. "Calm your mind. You know us, what's my name?"

The temptation to roll my eyes, cross my arms over my chest and shove past him is there. Still, I want to see what he plans to do.

"Man, you're really lost, aren't you?" He asks me, staring into my eyes.

"Or maybe, I just don't want to talk to the two buttholes who argued so loud and long the rabids descended upon us?" I suggest.

At my words, my brother, Jackal, jumps slightly, taking a step back. He clearly did expect me to be in a frenzy.

"You're... you?" He asks, confirming.

"No kidding," I respond, rolling my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest and brushing past him.

"Wait, where're you going?" Zeke pleads, jogging over to us.

"I'm continuing on our original path, in case either of you forgot the way we were heading. From there, I plan to complete our mission, then spend some time reading."

I'm not even sure what I do plan to actually do once we hit our destination. I'm not sure how to complete our mission.

Still, spending another night out here with them is like...

Like slowly driving nails into my brain.

Damn, is this how Jackal felt when we were heading to Eden? I wonder. Not that it truly matters.

"Well, puppy, congratulations, you've managed to annoy my sister so much, she's willing to leave you behind!" Jackal declares.

"Hey, she was planning to leave you behind, too!" Zeke replies. My eternal love.

"She can never leave me behind. I never have to work hard to find her. You, on the other hand...?"

I ignore them, picking up my pace. Which just means the two of them pick up their walking pace. In fact, they place me in the middle of them, arguing on either side of me.

Yeah guys, I just told you how much your arguing is annoying me, and now you're shouting in my ears, real helpful.

In the past, I've tried ear plugs, ear muffs and whatever else I could find to try and block their voices. Even any combination of them. Nothing has managed to drone out their endless arguing.

"Allie, tell Jackal you love me."

I blink, looking to my right to see Zeke.

The love of my life. My eternal flaming love that I can never live without. The being that, when I thought he was dead, I lost myself.

I turn to my left to see Jackal.

"Aw, you know she prefers my bloodthirstiness to your constant whining about morals," my brother counters.

I frown at him.

Jackal.

My blood brother. The last true connection I have to our sire. The vampire who Turned us both, and taught us everything he knew. Obviously, Jackal's training turned out sour somewhere, since he really can't seem to find a human he'd rather to stay alive for any significant amount of time.

I look forwards once more, sparing a brief glance up at the moon, glowing in the sky above.

Despite his cruelty, I can't kill Jackal. I'll never be able to kill him. Not just because he's older than I am, and likely stronger in many ways. No, it's because, despite who he is and everything he likes to stand for, I love him.

He's my only blood family I have left in this world. And I plan to keep him in this world as long as I can. Which, also means, dealing with his occasional vampire issues. And his love of killing humans.

The latter we try to curb, which results in this current, on-going fight.

And Zeke, again, I'd never be able to kill him. Losing him would be losing myself all over again. I'd rather let Jackal end me than continue without Zeke.

Another hour of their constant argument, although now they keep trying to turn it to me to resolve.

I don't say a word, and the continue, as if my silence proves or disproves a point.

And then they argue about if my silence means what one says it does, or the other.

I pause, sensing more rabids nearby. I really don't want to deal with any of this right now.

"So, you both notice those rabids, right?" I finally break my silence.

"What rabids?" Zeke asks.

"The ones over there," Jackal waves in the direction of them.

I fall silent. Of course, Jackal already knew where they were. And of course, he doesn't care. His love of killing things would-

"Have you been purposefully baiting Zeke so you can lure rabids to us and fight them?!" I gasp Jackal, turning on him.

"Noooo?" Jackal asks me.

I sigh, continuing to walk forwards, drawing my sword.

I ignore Zeke now shouting at Jackal, once more, this time... because he's provoking arguments just to lure rabids to them.

Oh my word, they're acting like children.

How am I the most mature one of the three of us?

Kanin, if you're still out there, for the love of everything, get them to shut up!

Silence descends on us.

I whip my head around, only to discover that the reason they fell silent...

Was because they are locked in battle. Their weapons leaning into each other and blocking the other's advance.

"You'll be torn apart by rabids before you kill each other!" I shout at them.

They pull back and swing at each other once more.

"Idiots," I mutter, looking towards the rabids.

The rabids stare at us, quickly assessing us. Then, they decide to leave.

Oh, this is just perfect. They're so loud and annoying, not even the rabids want to deal with them!

"I'm continuing on, let me know whoever wins!" I shout at them, continuing to walk through the wasteland of the world.

It doesn't take long before I come across a barn. I spend some time, looking it over. Because I'm seriously considering tying them both up, throwing gags over their mouths, and just dragging them the rest of the way.

Somehow, as literal dead weight, they'd be less dead weight than actual dead weight!

I do find some rope, and some strips of fabric. I gather them up in my arms and trudge back towards them.

"Okay," I offer them, tossing the supplies down. "Here's what we're going to do. You can either stop fighting, or I will tie you both up, and drag you across the world until we complete this task, is this understood?"

They both stare at me in shock and horror.

"You can't be serious?" Jackal whines.

"You can't tie us up!" Zeke protests.

"I can and will tie you up if you both won't shut up."

They stare at me, as if weighing their options.

"But we never argue!" Jackal whines.

"Yeah, we can work together, promise!" Zeke offers up quickly.

I roll my eyes. "Whatever. You'll say that until the sun sets again."

"Yeah, you're right," Jackal offers. "But you love us, anyway."

"Less and less with each passing night we spend on this quest," I counter.

Zeke hisses in pain.

Jackal barks in laugh. "And this is why you're my favourite sister, sis."

I don't bother pointing out that, as the last of Kanin's offspring, I am his only sibling, and therefore am his favourite and least favourite sibling.

But commenting on it would just encourage another round of arguments.

Idiots.

[whumpwillow]

no but i want him to suffer. i think that’d be a good look for him actually

[jkags-doodles]

Look what you need to understand is that before Jackal even says Kanin’s name he calls him his father-figure. This seeps into all of their interactions. It is inescapable and neither of them can change it.

[soulluvs2read]

Riley gives me Jackal energy from the Blood of Eden series and it’s not a bad thing.

"Fine. Great. Into the jaws of death once more. Must be a Tuesday."

-- Riley; Legion by Julie Kagawa.

[bookseraph]

"You're not a saint. You're a demon. Own up to it."

Jackal (The Eternity Cure by Julie Kagawa)