#i love you jackal hadrurus

[sandsofsolstice]

my darling dearest. the apple of my eye

[jackalhadrurusluvr]

everytime i have a intense hyperfix i go “oh man. but if this gets in the way of my oc spinterest it’s joever. i can’t let them take that away from me” and then i realize im tweeting about how i want jackal to consume every bit of me so he knows how much i love him

[sandsofsolstice]

"it'd be fun to stream my art on twitch or something" i think and then this is my wip

[jackalhadrurusluvr]

posting about the jackal playlist makes me listen to the playlist and that makes me slam my fist on my desk and bury my head in my hands and weep

girl i will. AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

( sea lion goth blues - the growlers )

[jackalhadrurusluvr]

having the Interest-Induced-Stomachache

gggrgrrrrrrrrrrgggg jackal hadrurus................

[jackalhadrurusluvr]

the horrors the horrors the horrors...... opens picture of jackal on my phone......... caresses his face through screen................. tear slides down cheek...... jackal hadrurus...................... i love you jackal hadrurus..........

[sandsofsolstice]

scheduled a post for the first time. instead of posting my art late into the night when i finish it i did the Better thing and scheduled it to post in the late-morning. so u will see jackals face tomorrow. i love him so very dearly. i love you jackal hadrurus

[jackalhadrurusluvr]

having a terrible time and all my pain is flaring up because of it but its ok because i can simply project onto jackal

jackals jaw and throat and shoulders hurt so bad and his calves hurt even just standing. buuuuutttt he gets gentle massages and kisses and pampered and taken care of. they are all so gentle with jackal

he gets brought warm drinks and little snacks and he doesnt even have to ask for them. hes been bought one of those cooling head wrap things for your jaw. he looks soooooo so soooo cute in it.

carrion and dune take care of jackals responsibilities. carrion does a lot of the paperwork because dune gets impatient when he does it.

he gets time to rest. even if its an hour, even if its a day, even if its weeks, no one ever forces him to do anything and he can take it as easy as he needs. oooooohhhh jackal hadrurus. i love you (and i am extremely envious. do u know what id do to have your partners. anything. anything at all)

[jackalhadrurusluvr]

btw i did that snowflake outline method thing for convalescence last night. i shall puty it below the Line

Jackal Hadrurus, the son of The Great Scorpion, is born in the Desert - with no idea all that awaits him. He was unwanted as soon as he was born, for his father didn't want a daughter and his mother never wanted a child at all. Still, his parents decided to make do with what they had: Dawn learned to love her child, to teach and raise him, and his father began teaching him to be a weapon. Jackal turned out to be a very capable learner, excelling in both the academics and combat he was taught. Nonetheless, his parents were never truly happy with him - and the child could tell. He's long since dreamed of living a different life.

After his mother disappears in the sands, his father's cruelty doubles; it takes the boy's eye in the process. He was only ten when it happened; The Scorpion regularly had Jackal face opponents in the arena, pushing him to fight as fiercely as he could. The training, however unethical it was, turned out to be efficient: Jackal quickly became one of the most stealthy and dangerous things in the Desert. Still: one misplaced movement cost him greatly. "A reminder," his father told him, "of what shall happen to you if you fail."

When The Fires come and take life, Jackal's forced with a decision: to escape this life he's always ran from, or turn the page and bring hope back to the town. He's spent eighteen years dreaming of a moment that would grant him passage out of the Desert. There's now nothing that stands in his way - all he'd have to do is make it to Eagle's Negligence and take a train to the coast. He never wanted to be his father's heir, he never wanted this life, he never wanted to be who he was made to be.

His hand is played when someone closest to him reveals they care very little about the fate of the people wronged by Jackal's father - could he forsake people who'd never asked for this life? They were connected, in that way: he knew their pain and ache, he knew their blood and tears. It was an opportunity that had never crossed Jackal's mind: he could change things. He could be better than his father, be fair and just instead of a cold tyrant. There were many who would oppose him, of course. The Great Scorpion had amassed a following and they did not seek peace.

The Basilisk's Grave was once a flourishing town, healthy and thriving, and it will take much to make it return to such a state. It had never been easy to survive in the Desert, but The Scorpion's tail pricked in deep - it will take Jackal years to rebuild the town, let alone help it heal. It's a burden he never expected, let alone planned for, but he is more than capable. Some even say that his coming was foretold, that he is a Savior, that he's been led along by fate to this position. The scars will fade, but the wound may bleed for a while longer.