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Haven't done a snippet prompt poll in a hot minute
And since I can only do one poll per post, the second poll is an "answer in the comments" type lol.
The Dramatic, Eerie, or Silly snippet should be in what setting?
Altering 1 (one) epic poem because they're public domain anyway. Either Beowulf or The Odyssey
Jak and Daxter Trespasser au (Jak and Daxter found Spargus by accident, got promptly plopped in a youth hostel, and proceeded to give Everyone But Especially Damas gray hairs by deciding to adopt Damas as resident parental figure)
It would require some context, but it's this weird au that started as a very unhinged dream I had last year. There are cowboys involved, but also Jak and Daxter characters so they ride dinosaur-like critters instead of horses. It also incorporates stuff from @sparguscityangel 's universes, and Boylei Hobbytime's "Wild Imaginary West" diorama universe (now an official tabletop rpg in production, congrats to him).
I promise the last one actually makes more sense than it did in the dream it's based on.
The dream was what happens when your sleeping brain tries to tell you that Red Dead Redemption, Jak 3, and Dragon Age: Inquisition are all the same video game.
#fic prompts#writing prompts#prompt poll#jak and daxter#king damas#dadmas#jak and daxter aus#trespasser au#wolf's head au#that's what I've titled the cowboy one. it was just me doodling stuff from the dream first idk how we got here#blame sparguscityangel lol she did this#if you pick Odyssey or Beowulf i WILL be picking one character who was supposed to die and then saving them#but in the way that Most Inconveniences the hero and their allies#because as a writer i have discovered that as Putting Guys In Situations goes I like Aggravating them even more tham driving the Angst Train
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The Making of Jak and Daxter (actor AU) part 1
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updog
(based on that one long thread on tumblr but i cannot find it for the life of me)
#my art#move hero high school#Move Hero high school Au#fan art#jak and daxter#lol#lennylink#ratchet and clank#mini comic#playstation#sly cooper#crossover#high school au#playstation move hero#ps2#ps3#ratchet and clank fanart#jak and daxter fanart#sly cooper fanart#humor#art#updog
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I bet everyone was ready to see Daxter the same height as everyone else huh?
ha
not while im in control
ya know, drawing Amy making friends with Keira made me think about how Keira dosent really have girl friends. like, i assume she and Tess hang out but dang, girl needs a bigger hang out group
i wanna draw Knuckles interaction, but not too such yet how that would go other then arm wrestling
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Let nostalgia take over today and accidentally made an au with a friend
Toby looks silly as an ottsel lol
#digital art#tales of arcadia#trollhunters#trollhunter#trollhunters fanfiction#doodle#artists on tumblr#yoshis art#sketch#jak and daxter#daxter#j&d#jnd#jim lake jr#Jim and Toby: the precursor legacy#toby domzalski#toby#jim lake junior#au
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In a universe where Maia escapes the catacombs, survives the wasteland, and ends up meeting with Jak and Daxter again, wouldn't it be so interesting if she became a mentor figure. As an expert in Dark Eco, she'd be able to help him understand it better than he ever could on his own. to work WITH it rather than fighting against it. To Adapt and Adopt his Dark Form not as another self, but a PART of himself.
I think that would be interesting
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Just completed this commission for the absolutely delightful @precursor-brainrot ! Seriously dude, a million thanks, I had so much fun working on this piece!
#digital art#illustration#jak and daxter#digital art procreate#jak and daxter series#jak and daxter fanart#commission#fan art commissions#jak ii#jak 2#jak and daxter 2#jak and daxter au
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Whilst I understand why Naughty Dog prefers to put Jak in underdog situations, it would be REALLY, REALLY funny to have Spargus react to the fact Haven threw out the kid that killed the metalhead leader for em.
#all the spargans ask if anyone wants that hero kiddo and doesnt wait for a response before scooping the kids up#jak and daxter#jak 3#jak#jnd#spargans are long used to others seeing trash where they see treasure#so many of them used to be Haven's trash afterall#wait isn't that the hero of Haven au
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Look. I finally managed to post on time
Oop
#jak and daxter#stardew valley#crossover#dark jak#dark jak wednesday#fanart#dak and jaxter#it is a vital need for me to insert dark jak in any possible jnd AUs i can
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Dead Roots, Dark Water Ch 19
He’d gone through this moment in his head, in the dead of night, more times than was probably healthy. He knew he could vault through the bunk beds to make a break for the stairs, knew that the door took three and a half seconds to open wide enough for him to slip through. He knew that Shaw had a weak right leg, that Torn used his yellow channeling to help his incendiary bullets find their mark, that Mimz kept a blue eco stim in her right pants pocket for emergencies. He knew how to get out of every situation except for this one: suffocating, frozen silence. He blinked, the light stronger and brighter without the filter of his goggles. The color had drained from Mimz’s face, leaving her skin as pale and translucent as a fish’s skeleton. Banks looked ready to pounce, every muscle tensed. Shaw looked… strange. An odd expression—almost neutral, if not for the flickers of motion around his eyes. Shaw made a quiet noise in the back of his throat. “So it’s true?” There was no fear in his voice, no disgust. There was something lighter, something Jak couldn’t place. “You’re a monster.”
Chapter 19 of Dead Roots, Dark Water is now LIVE on AO3!
DRDW taglist (ask to be added or removed): @sam-glade, @televisionjester, @surroundedbypearls, @rivenantiqnerd
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He likes watching her work.
Always has, since they were both small, and Keira was still tinkering away with small stuff, little machines and compact mechanisms. He used to sit beside her, arms folded on the table and head laid down, and just- watch.
She's brilliant.
Daxter never much cared for it- too much sitting around, too much silence. Jak loves the guy, but silence's never been his thing, never known a quiet moment he can't break, and the few times Daxter had tried to join them in their still little bubble, it had ended with a whole lot of bickering, and very little actual tinkering. He's stopped, after a while, or maybe it had all just gone the way of it, and now they're grown up, they're older, they're in the future-
Daxter has a life, outside of Jak. He's not used to that.
Not used to having one himself, either.
Keira's a constant, though. Something he can cling to, fall back on- he's adrift, after. Lost in the whole of it, two years spent broken and barely functioning, and then days, weeks, more weapon than human. He'd picked it, had chosen it himself, but- didn't do him any favours, is all.
So. So. Keira. Keira's lab, with all her bikes and machines and smell of oil and latent electricity, sharp in the air, and he can watch her work, like he used to.
She threw him a look, the first time. Raised eyebrows, quirked lip. She hadn't looked angry, just- bemused, maybe. Almost like she thought him above this.
It hadn't hurt, just as it hadn't not. Complex feelings. Complicated, messy. Tangled up, and hard to pick apart, which was just Jak's entire life, now.
But she hadn't asked, and he hadn't explained, and then he had done it again, and again, and she had stopped looking at him like that, had smiled instead. Had started talking outloud, sometimes, sharing her work, what she was doing, and it-
It's nice.
Daxter doesn't join. It's time apart, time he spends with Tess, alone, and Jak thinks- maybe it's good for them. Maybe this is a life they can live, they can have. Something they can keep.
"You're thinking awfully loud over there," Keira says, and Jak startles- not enough to crunch the metal beneath his palms, but enough to briefly dig in claws, and feel it groan.
He flushes. Doesn't exactly curl in on himself, but he raises a shoulder in something of a shrug. "Lots to think about."
She cocks her head. Steps closer, and at some point she must have decided on a break, because she's a lot closer than she should be, and she's cleaning motoroil off her hands.
She steps up to him. He's sitting on one of her tables, so he's taller than her, is almost looming above her, but he doesn't feel like that. She slots herself in between his legs, drops the rag behind him, and looks straight up, in his eyes.
"You good?"
Hands on his knees. Even through the fabric of his pants, it makes his skin prickle. Makes him shiver.
"... yeah."
Sometimes, he can't handle it.
It's different, with Daxter. Easier, because that's paws, not hands, and sometimes the feel of skin on his own, even through fabric, makes him-
It's bad. Sometimes.
But today- today it's okay. Today, he curls forward, reaches out a hand to tug her a little bit closer, because sometimes he's so fucking starved it still feels like he's locked away in the Baron's little torture chamber, and he's never gonna get out.
Keira hums. Steps even closer, somehow, and raises a hand to tug him down, to press his face to her neck. Wraps her arms around him, and he exhales at the feel of them, breathes out so shakily he might as well be crying.
She hugs him close.
Lets him bury his face in her skin, and doesn't even say anything when tears prick at his eyes, and probably burn at her throat. Just hums, and holds him close.
After a while, he slips his arms around her, and hugs her back.
#jak and daxter#jakeira#but only kind of#anyway i wuv them#also jak and daxter are SOOO codependent do not even get me started#i need to work on the feral au more because it takes that dynamic in SUCH a different direction and i think that's Fun
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Snippet Thursday: Demolition Trio
The winning prompt for this week was "Demolition Trio: Jak's dog chooses violence" as a follow-up to last week's snippet where he got the dog. Don't worry, no animals were harmed in the making of this snippet. Errol got a little traumatized though.
"Here boy! C'mere!"
Jak bent and patted his knees, a wide, silly grin decorating his face.
With a growling, grumbly vocalization, the crocadog bounded out of the transport and leaped into the boy's waiting arms. Rip wriggled and panted happily, perfectly content to be held like a puppy by the unnaturally strong teenager. Jak laughed and stumbled back a step before finding his balance.
"Whoa!" He hefted the pup higher -- if he could outpace the average KG with a twenty pound ottsel on his shoulder, he could handle a hundred pound half-grown crocadog.
A high-pitched squeal caught both sets of ears, and Jak swiveled on one heel expectantly to see Tess standing on the quay with her hands clasped in front of her mouth. She bounced on her toes even as she directed two men with a trolley to carry Krew's newest shipment of alcohol inside the bar.
"Awww!! You didn't tell me you had a puppy!" Tess shouted across the landing platform.
Jak set Rip down and hooked the thin chain lead to his collar. It seemed overly fancy for a place like Haven -- a beautiful, patterned steel that looked like watermarked paper. "Silksteel", Damas called it, an alloy made from metalhead bodies and Precursor metal melted together in a crucible. Jak was pretty sure the dog's leash was legitimately the nicest thing he'd ever owned -- and maybe the only thing that wasn't a hand-me-down besides his gun.
"Hey, Tess!" Jak jogged across the walkway with Rip trotting along beside him. Once they'd stopped in front of Tess, the dog went on alert. Ears pricked, tail stiff, he shouldered between Jak and the girl with a low warning rumble.
"Hey, hey. Easy, Rip. Good boy."
Jak reached out and boldly took Tess’s hand. "Here, let him smell you so he knows you're a friend."
Tess was not wholly unfamiliar with dogs. She tucked her fingers into a loose fist and held them out for the young croc to sniff.
"Hey, bubba," she cooed, "Who's a good boy, huh? Is it you?"
"It is not," Daxter loudly interrupted as he finally caught up to Jak. "Jak, your demon dog befouled the air train! I had to pay extra fare for cleaning!"
Jak snorted. "Oops. My bad, I'll pay you back, Dax."
"Daxter!" Tess threw open her arms to scoop the ottsel into them. "Ooooh-! I missed you!"
If ottsels could have blushed, Daxter would have been the approximate color of a tomango. Seeing Short Master and Shorter Master so relaxed with Nice-Smelling Lady, the dog calmed immediately. He sat back on his haunches and decided after a moment that it wasn't fair that Daxter was getting all the love. Rip whined for attention, sticking his cold nose on Tess’s bare knee. Tess squeaked and jerked away, then burst out laughing.
"Awww aren't you the cutest puppy!"
For some reason, Jak couldn’t help feeling a little pride. He scrubbed his hand across Rip's ears and grinned. "Well, his runt brother is actually the cutest. Rip is pretty great, though."
Tess’s eyes narrowed to a laser focus. She had her suspicions that Jak was referring to the puppy that always followed the tiny Heir around. The Heir that Jak had kidnapped and refused to give up the location of. The Shadow was breathing down her neck to get information out of Jak before they lost their chance to open the Tomb. But she couldn't act on her suspicions here in the open! Even if Krew hadn't been in earshot, Jak would just deny it anyway.
What she needed was for Jak to actually trust her with...whatever it was he was doing. The younger teen seemed to be fighting his own private war solo, only working with the Underground or Krew when he felt like it.
"No dogs allowed!" Krew barked from the doorway of the saloon. "This is a pub, not a kennel, eh?"
"Dog? What dog?" Sig's voice floated past him.
"The brat brought a crocadog from his latest hunting excursion," Krew sniffed. "People don't pay to see normal animals on my wall, you know, even if they are dangerous."
He shook his folding fan at the boys.
"That trophy had better be in mint condition or you can turn right around and stay out until you bring me something better!"
Daxter rolled his eyes from Tess’s arms. "Relax, hoverboy. Mr. MacPooch down there helped us bag a ramhead before he was even house-trained!"
"He is house-trained, though," Jak added hastily.
It couldn't have been more obvious that something had changed about Jak when he widened his eyes and hit Krew with a forlorn, innocent look.
"You don't mind if I put him up in the bar loading bay, right?"
Before Krew could answer, Jak shifted his weight and channeled just the tiniest hint of dark eco into his eyes, enlarging his pupils. He rubbed his arm, mimicking Mar's usual method for getting Damas to agree to something.
"I just don't want him running loose, y'know? The Guard are really bad about hunting civilian pets for kicks, and- and I really didn't want to have to gut a whole squad today."
There was something deeply unsettling about Jak putting on the guise of a vulnerable, worried kid while casually discussing mass carnage. Krew stared at the youngest "employee" on his roster. Well, "intern" was more accurate. He paid the brat in food and gun upgrades -- and the latter was only because Sig insisted and it wasn't wise to overly antagonize one's bodyguard. He'd never been a "dog person", himself.
Before his racing injury, he used to promise his daughter he'd bring her all kinds of pets to make up for his constant absence. Terrakeets, cabbits, dogats- he'd even sent her a jer-boa once. (That had been an unmitigated disaster, leading to his ex-wife calling to scream at him when the fuzzy legged-snake decided to constrict and consume a neighbor's hip-hog.)
Dogs had never once been on the list.
Krew curled his lip. "You're lucky I like you, Jak," he groused. "Get that thing in the back before someone reports us to the health inspector!"
He started to float back to the bar, then turned.
"And don't do that face again! It's upsetting!"
Jak snorted, and in an instant his old demeanor was back. "Sure, sure."
Tess followed Krew in, directing the last of the bottle delivery, and grimaced when she noticed a particular patron waiting at the bar.
Errol.
"Champion Commander Erol Errol", as he always bragged to her.
She suspected his parents had not been especially creative people.
His swaggering bravado and complete failure to understand that someone could willingly cross him made him a decent source of intel, but Tess had hidden in sewers that made her feel less slimy than she did every time she played Cute Barmaid with Errol.
Her personal feelings aside, she knew Errol had done something to Jak. Something bad. The man was allergic to keeping his mouth shut if anyone brought Jak up. He was both sadistic and obsessed - a dangerous combination.
And Jak was about to walk in and see him.
Tess squeezed Daxter in a silent cue to go warn the boy, but it was too late. A low, almost subsonic rumbling began to fill the room, vibrating the floorboards. The dog had clearly picked up on his master's sudden tension. Rip's eyes were fixed on the commander, lips slowly peeling back to reveal dozens of jagged teeth. Beside him, Jak had gone still, eyes cold. He quietly, deliberately, dropped the leash. But this time there was no fear in his reaction.
Daxter patted Tess’s arm. "It's okay, babe," he whispered, "Demon Dog won't let the Tattooed Wonder try anything funny."
Honestly, he was amazed by how much the dog boosted Jak's confidence. Maybe that was why Mar was so terrifyingly fearless?
"Hey Sig, I thought Krew said no dogs allowed!" Jak said loudly.
Tess tensed. Kid, don't-!
"You better let Praxis know his mutt wandered in here."
Outrage wiped the smug look right off of Errol's face. He lurched off the barstool and pasted on a condescending coo.
"Well isn't that sweet. The freak found his long-lost twin."
He took a meaningful step forward, and his fingers brushed against the wicked hunting knife on his belt. "Maybe this one will respond better to obedience tra-"
He didn't get a chance to finish the sentence before Rip was on him.
Tess leaped to the side with a shriek that didn't even come close to matching the shrill sound coming out of the commander. He sounded like a wounded rabmouse-
Probably because his entire head was currently inside the crocadog's mouth.
"Not on my freshly waxed floors, Cherry!" Sig complained, "C'mon!"
Secretly, he hoped the puppy would just bite down. Hard. But Krew was afraid of Errol's influence and Sig knew it. Best to put on a facade.
Jak watched Errol flail and try to pry Rip's mouth open for a few seconds with the kind of detached curiosity generally reserved for particularly strange looking insects. But when he heard the whine of Krew's hoverchair returning, he finally intervened.
"Rip! Drop it!" he commanded.
Rip did not drop it.
"Come on, pal. I told you not to eat garbage! Spit it out!"
Reluctantly, the croc opened his half-shut jaws and delicately spat the commander's head out. He looked sorely put-out by the loss of his prey, and grumbled reproachfully at Jak. Errol thudded to the floor, dripping with thick drool and finally understanding what it meant to have one's life flash before one's eyes. His hand inched toward his knife as he desperately hoped the croc wouldn't notice his movement.
"Rip, heel."
Jak made a hand signal and the huge dog left his prey to take up a guard stance in front of his human. Jak wrapped the end of the lead around his glove and stroked the dog's back.
"Good boy, Rip! Good boy!"
Mollified, Rip let his tail thump happily against Jak’s legs. Well, if Short Master said he was A Good Boy, maybe it was okay that he didn't get to Crunch the sickly smelling Red Thing this time.
Daxter's ears drooped. "Awww, I wanted to see if KG really do run around for a couple seconds after they lose their heads," he joked.
He and Jak both knew he would have been violently ill if this had actually happened.
"Aw where's the fun in that?" Jak retorted, "Just four witnesses? Nah man, it's gotta be the Stadium. We're gonna pulverize him in front of thousands. That'll be way more memorable."
He casually stepped over Errol's prone body, secure for once in the knowledge that the man couldn't hurt him.
Not if he wanted to keep all his body parts.
He paused and crouched next to the wide-eyed man's head.
"Next time, I won't be there to save you, commander," he murmured, "Tread lightly. And try not to run. Crocs love it when you run."
Jak stood and patted his thigh, and Rip bounced over Errol -- one paw landing in the middle of his stomach as he went. "Alright, Rip, let's get you settled. If you're good, I'll bring you some metalhead scraps. Sound good?"
"WURF."
"Yeah, I thought you'd like that."
Errol stayed on the floor, staring at the ceiling, for a full four minutes after that.
It wasn't hard for Tess to convince Krew that he'd consumed more than his share of liquor, or to convince him to eject the man from the bar until he could "pay" his "tab".
She made a face.
"Remind me to keep some chew toys around here," she whispered to Daxter. "I don't want Rippy getting any ideas about my rifles."
#fic prompts#writing prompts#free day thursday#snippet thursday#jak and daxter#jak and daxter aus#Demolition Trio au#commander errol#erol errol NAUGHTY DOG WHY IS THAT HIS NAME?!#jnd tess#jak 2 renegade#crocadog#Errol is Not having a good time and we're delighted#hey he should be grateful he didn't try to touch Jak or he would've gotten the Captain Hook Experience#he still might. the games definitely establish that he has No Risk Assessment#Jak now has a therapy dog that will eventually be the size of a haflinger pony
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The Making of Jak and Daxter (actor AU) part 2
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if i had a nickel for every time i created a crossover au that made people draw fanart of it and join in and make their original contributions to it, be creative and create a small community
id have two nickels
which is a lot
#tf2 x su au#move hero high school#au#the moveherohighschool au was very popular on instagram tho#the tf2 x su au is more popular in tumblr#if you have drawn in any of these two aus ily sm <3#lenny link#tf2#ratchet and clank#jak and daxter#sly cooper#crossover au
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dont mind me im just gonna put this here *giggles and runs away*
#jak and daxter#jak and daxter au#jak and keira#your honor they're married#a partner is the best kind of furniture#art#im going to eat the drywall#i need sustenance#im in your walls
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“Stop drawing circus shit!”
No 🤡
Unfinished Obvi
#unfinished art#jak and daxter#jak 2#jak 2 renegade#jak 3#jnd#jnd fanart#its a me#jak and daxter fanart#Jnd au#Jak and Daxter au#jak ii#jak#circus au
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