#jakob&dominic

[gloriouswhispers]

astra's apartment dominic, astra, felix (and jakob if he wanna)

it's funny how, ever since his life changed, the wards still feels under his skin. dom avoids going there for that exact reason, like it lingers enough already but grows even stronger after an hour or two in the metal streets. but, he had a whole life here. friends. as soon as the apartment door opens, dominic is hit with the familiar scent that seems to be astra's trademark. incense and the faint hint of spice. as soon as their eyes meet, he flashes a quick grin. 'felix said he wanted to smoke a lil somethin' and play some mag-league.' he explains his sudden appearance, giving a little ta-da shrug for being right there on her doorstep. not that she cares. dom is long since used to astra's fluidity to life. even her own home. while he doesn't dabble anywhere near as much as he used to, a little spice never hurt someone. at least, not when smoked.

dom steps inside, seeing a few other faces he doesn't recognize before he finds the familiar one of felix. and he's certain the banging of pots and pans is jakob, attempting to make food. 'brought the shit too, by the way.' dom quickly adds, lifting the box in his hands of mod equipment. 'pretty sure you and felix are gonna get your fuckin' birth charts on each other soon enough.' he quips, one arm lifting for a brief cuddle of astra. she seems to be slipping away every time he sees her, so does felix. but dom shows this affection by moving from astra to rough his knuckles against his friend's cheekbone. 'or genitals. had that the other day. he wanted his wife's pussy in his elbow crease. not kidding. please don't do that to me.' he grins as he sits beside felix, plonking down the box, then flipping his head back to catch sight of astra. 'sure it's aesthetically pleasing and everythin' astie, but-' he coughs, glancing to felix. 'not gonna dig a hole. i'm done. let's smoke.' @rviner

[crittercrossing]

chickens: masters of going to bed in broad daylight because the sun is 1% less bright than it was five minutes ago

[xoxorealitygalore]

Fast & Furious: The Mother

Luke Hobbs x OC

Summary: An assassin comes out of hiding to rescue her daughter, whom she left earlier in life.

Fast & Furious presents The Mother: Family runs deep. Vengeance runs deeper.

Part Three

Sardinia

The next morning came fast, tearing through the veil of night like a bullet through silence. The sky, still reluctant to wake, stretched out in a canvas of bleeding pink and burnished gold. The cargo plane cut through it with purpose, engines humming like the throat of some dormant beast stirred into motion. Inside, the team sat in heavy silence, strapped in and suited up, every breath thick with anticipation.

No one spoke. Even Roman, whose humor usually crackled like static before every mission, seemed subdued, his jokes thinned into silence. He glanced once at Veda, caught her steady, unreadable expression, and looked away.

They flew toward Sardinia, an ancient outcrop that rose from the Mediterranean like a titan’s crown. From the air, it appeared defiant, a bastion sculpted from cliff and salt, cradling secrets in its jagged embrace. The island’s northern edge was where Dante had built his hideout if such a word could describe the fortress etched into the very stone, as if it had been there since the world began. Narrow roads twisted like veins around the cliffs, disappearing into shadows that no satellite could penetrate.

Sensors ringed the perimeter like silent sentries. Armed mercenaries patrolled like ghosts. From this height, the structure looked impenetrable, a slab of history armed for war.

But at the back of the plane, Veda stood still, eyes fixed on the cliffs far below. Where others saw danger, she saw a crack in the armor. She saw opportunity.

Her voice came over the comms, quiet but certain: “We drop now.”

“Copy that,” came Ramsey’s reply, sharp and sure through the headset.

The ramp opened with a hiss, revealing the yawning sky beyond. One by one, they jumped. The wind met them like a scream, ripping past their gear, tugging at parachutes, howling in their ears. Below, dawn broke across the cliffs in molten waves, gilding the rock in fire.

Veda hit the ground first, rolled with a grunt, and came up crouched, her weapon already drawn, eyes scanning. Behind her, the team dropped in quick succession—Victor landing hard and rising faster, Dom and Letty flanking to cover the ridge, and Cereza landing with silent precision, already assessing. Her eyes were colder than the air.

They moved as one, a machine of muscle, mind, and vengeance. The first wave of guards didn’t even have time to call for help. Steel whispered through throats, guns coughed quietly, bones snapped under practiced hands. The team flowed through the perimeter like ink spilled through cracks—fluid, dark, unstoppable.

Inside, the fortress breathed cold and old. Stone walls pressed in from every side, thick with centuries of forgotten blood and battles fought in shadows. The air smelled of rust and gunpowder. Flickering lights danced along narrow corridors, casting their reflections on the marble floor like ripples on a grave.

Here, Veda took the lead, her steps measured and quiet. Her hand was steady, but inside, her pulse battered her ribs like a drum. Every corner was a question. Every echo a threat. But she moved forward, never faltering.

In a chamber carved into the bedrock itself, they found her.

Samantha.

The girl sat bound but upright, eyes wide, wrists raw. Her hair had grown longer since the last photo Veda had seen, and she looked thinner. But she was breathing. She was alive.

Veda’s legs buckled, just for a moment and just long enough for the grief to nearly take her down. But then she moved. The knife in her hand sliced through the ropes. Arms wrapped around the girl’s body, pulling her close, crushing her to her chest as if she could press her back into safety.

“Mom?” Samantha’s voice was a breath, fragile and disbelieving.

“I’m here,” Veda whispered against her forehead, her voice cracking. “I’m here now.”

It could’ve ended there. Should’ve, in a fairer world.

But fate rarely gives clean escapes.

Gunfire exploded behind them, sharp and relentless. Bullets pinged off stone, voices roared. The team was under attack. Dante had arrived.

In the chaos, Veda turned to Ramsey, pushing Samantha toward him. “Get her out. Now.”

Ramsey hesitated only a second, then nodded, yanking the girl toward the exit.

Across the chamber, Cereza’s eyes locked onto the figure moving through the smoke—tall, armored, his mouth curled in a sneer carved from cruelty.

Dante.

He raised his weapon but didn’t fire. There was recognition in his eyes—no fear, but a grudging respect. He saw her coming.

Cereza ran.

She moved like a storm unchained. Her blades flashed, catching light and fire in every swing. Dante met her charge with brutal grace. Their clash was thunder and fury, a brawl born from graves and guilt. He was strong, his blows sharp and trained. But she was faster, and something darker coiled inside her, something hot and hollow.

Grief gave her wings.

She struck him again, slicing across his ribs. He grunted, turned, and caught her wrist but she twisted, drove the other blade into his gut. Blood poured in black ribbons. He gasped.

“Jakob...” he choked, his voice splintered.

“Say his name again,” Cereza spat, twisting the blade deeper.

He crumpled, breath rattling from his lungs. The war he’d started ended there, in silence.

Outside, helicopters thundered in like war drums. The extraction had arrived. Veda stood in the wind, watching Ramsey lift Samantha into the belly of the chopper. Cereza joined her, hands stained red, eyes locked somewhere far away.

“He’s gone,” she said, barely audible. “Jakob’s avenged.”

“But not forgotten,” Veda replied, voice firm.

The rotors beat against the sky like wings of a giant bird, wind slamming into the cliffside in erratic bursts. The smell of oil, sweat, and gunpowder hung thick in the air. The remaining team members moved swiftly, covering every angle as they retreated toward the landing zone. The ground trembled beneath their boots not from fear, but from the fading echo of violence.

Ramsey was already inside the first helicopter, arms wrapped tightly around Samantha as if shielding her from even the sky. Veda climbed in beside them, her fingers brushing her daughter’s hair, her mind still half-caught in the chamber below. The weight of what had just occurred pressed heavy on her chest but she could breathe now. Samantha was safe.

Across the platform, Cereza stood in the doorway of the second helicopter. Her silhouette was cut clean against the morning sun, blood drying on her shirt, a blade still clenched in her left hand. The wind tangled her hair across her face, but she didn’t move to brush it away. She was staring at the cliffs, at the place where Dante had fallen.

Veda caught her gaze through the whirling dust, a silent thread stretching between them. It held loss. And rage. But also peace.

The choppers lifted, wheels spinning free from stone. Below, Dante’s fortress grew smaller, swallowed by shadow and sea. Veda closed her eyes for just a moment, the engine’s rumble lulling her, her daughter’s breathing steady beside her.

The war, for now, was over.

Samoa

Back at the Hobbs compound, a strange kind of stillness took root. Not the cold emptiness of absence but the charged calm after a storm, when the ground is soaked and the trees are broken, but the sky has turned blue again.

Veda walked the familiar halls slowly, her boots soft against the polished floor. Samantha was asleep in one of the guest rooms, wrapped in blankets two sizes too big, her hand still curled in a fist even in rest. Ramsey had set up constant monitoring, and Luke had stationed guards outside the perimeter. No one spoke about the mission. Not yet.

Letty and Dom had left first, their work done. Victor followed soon after, citing other operations. Roman stayed a day longer, helping repair the surveillance room and even managing to make Samantha laugh once, a feat no one else had accomplished yet.

But it was Cereza’s departure that Veda dreaded most.

She found her in the back courtyard just after sunrise, where the morning mist still clung to the grass. Cereza was kneeling beside an open duffel bag, folding a black jacket with the precision of someone trying not to feel. Her movements were slow, deliberate. Her face was unreadable.

“You don’t have to go,” Veda said, standing a few feet away, voice low.

“I do,” Cereza replied without looking up. “There are too many ghosts here.”

Veda stepped closer. “You’ll come back?”

Cereza zipped the bag, then turned. Her eyes were tired, the kind of tired that no sleep could fix. But her smile was real, however faint. “You’ll always know where I am.”

They embraced tightly. Not like comrades. Like sisters.

Then Cereza bent and kissed Samantha’s forehead as the girl stood shyly in the hallway, watching. “Be good, little warrior.”

With one last glance, Cereza disappeared through the compound gates, swallowed by the morning fog.

The days passed in fragments. Veda didn’t leave. Not because she had nowhere else to go but because, for the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel the need to run.

She spent hours with Samantha, relearning her laugh, understanding her silences, watching the child slowly open again like a bruised flower returning to sunlight. The girl had seen too much, Veda knew that. But she was strong. Fierce, even in small moments. That fierceness would protect her.

One afternoon, as they walked through the garden, Samantha stopped suddenly, looking up at the sky. A bird soared high above the treetops—black against blue, wings spread wide.

“She told me stories,” Samantha said, her voice distant. “About You. About how you saved people.”

Veda knelt beside her. “Cereza?”

Samantha nodded. “She said you’re brave. That’s why you had to leave us, leave me.”

Veda swallowed and looked at her daughter and smiled through the ache. “I try to be. For you.”

Luke found her one night by the training ring, tossing a knife from hand to hand. The lights were dimmed, shadows long. She was barefoot, dressed in sweats, hair pulled back. But her eyes were sharp.

“You still leaving?” he asked.

Veda didn’t answer right away. She flipped the knife once more, caught it by the hilt, then turned.

“No,” she said. “Not yet.”

Luke nodded. He didn’t smile, but something in his expression softened. “You’ve got a place here. You always did.”

“I just needed to remember that.”

He turned to leave, then paused. “Cereza said something to me before she left. Said to make you remember you are family, that you have a family.”

Veda looked at the knife in her hand. “She’s the only one who understood what it’s like… to lose everything and still keep fighting.”

Luke tilted his head. “You two’re more alike than you think.”

“Maybe,” Veda said quietly. “But she’s not running. She’s searching.”

“And you?”

“I’m staying.”

Weeks passed. The compound grew quieter. Missions resumed. People came and went. But for Veda and Samantha, time slowed into something gentler. There were mornings with pancakes and cartoons. Afternoons of rebuilding muscle memory in the training yard, Samantha watching from the sidelines, cheering when Veda landed clean strikes on dummies twice her size.

There were nights filled with soft music, and sometimes silence, as they sat together and healed in the hush.

Every few days, a message arrived. Untraceable, encrypted. Always short.

From Cereza.

Still breathing.
Got eyes on something.
Tell the little warrior I miss her.

Veda always replied. Not with words, but with signals only Cereza would recognize. A rhythm. A phrase. A memory.

It was enough.

One morning, Samantha came to the dining room holding one of Veda’s old combat knives. She held it like it was a relic, her fingers curled around the worn handle.

“I want to learn,” she said.

Veda paused, then knelt in front of her. “Why?”

“So no one can ever take me again.”

Veda looked into her daughter’s eyes and saw her future staring back—one filled with fire and thorns and hard choices.

But she also saw strength.

“All right,” she said. “Let’s begin.”

Part Two

Tag: @christinabae

Part Four

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

LIE: Dom and Shaw fought each other with dual-wielding baseball bats

[thena0315]

Would have liked to see a race with the whole team, plus Sean and Jakob

(*Ramsey only started driving so her skills isn't up to the same level as the rest of these guys)

[jodielandons]

This is my fast and furious theory no one asked for: I think that Dom and Mia have different moms. Jakob and Mia have the same mom, but different dads. So he’s not related to Dom by blood which explains why he’s white. The Toretto dad adopted Jakob when he got with Mia’s mom, so they all have the same last name. That’s what I think!

[mannyalvarezdefender]

I had a headcannon!!! Mia telling Dom "How do you say goodbye to your only brother" was what Dom said to her when deciding to kick Jakob out of LA

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[crittercrossing]

super chicken brothers

[thena0315]

An AU where these 12 people compete in a race together on an actual race track, I wonder what place each driver would be at?

[mannyalvarezdefender]

I'm trying to find the score soundtrack that was played when Dom's dad died in F9, it's so good! But I don't know the name 😭😭😭

[thebeautifulbook]

GEESE BOOK . (Nurenberg. c. 1507-10) Two volumes. Pigskin binding with decorations by Jakob Elsner.

Held by The Morgan Library & Museum.

‘Called the “Geese Book” after a humorous, self-referential scene of a wolf teaching a gaggle of geese to sing from a choir book on a podium, as a wily fox attacks them rom behind. Anton Kress (1478–1513), a member of the city council and relative of Willibald Pirckheimer, a humanist in Dürer’s circle, oversaw the manuscript’s production. Although working at a time when Dürer was the dominant artistic personality in Nuremberg, Jakob Elsner produced work that shows little debt to Dürer’s style. In the lower margin of the Feast of St. Lawrence, on view here, the shawm (woodwind instrument) lying on the ground may refer to the former braying of the swine who now sings the “new song” (canticum novum, mentioned in the opening words of the feast) while a bear plays a viol. The original pigskin binding, with metalwork from Nuremberg’s leading metalworker, is typical of German books of this period.’

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[mission-light-if]

Mission Light - Update 17.06.2025

Hey guys, it's me again :)

There is still no new content, but since my exam is over now, and I am done planning the romances for now, I hope I can add some new writing soon.

For now, that's it for the update.

Since it is so short again, I have another portrait I did to relax while studying two weeks ago.

This is also how my current art style looks like :)

This is Dominic, Anekas brother, who you will meet for the first time in the chapter I am currently writing, he is also really close to Min.

That’s it for now :)

Take care,

Jakob

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Actors in alphabetical order: part 1(A-D), part 2, part 3

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To do list:

Christopher Gorham under development (The Other Side of Heaven 2001) Harry Melling - The Pale Blue Eye 2022 Nora Arnezeder - Angélique 2013 Isabella Heathcote - Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. Dark Shadows 2012. Beneath Hill 60 2010. Eleanor Worthington-Cox in Gwen (2018) Julie Delpy - La passion Béatrice 1987,  Frankenstein 2004, Trois couleurs: Blanc 1994, The Three Musketeers 1993 Nastassja Kinski - Revolution (1985), Tess 1979 Julia Ormond - Young Catherine 1991, First Knight 1995, Legends of the Fall 1994 Laura Donnelly - Beowulf: Return to the Shieldlands, Britannia, Outlander Morena Baccarin in Stargate Isabella Celani - A Room with a View 1985 Neve McIntosh - Gormenghast 2000 Kate Beckinsale - Much Ado About Nothing 1993 Sarah Felberbaum as Maddalena in Medici Rocco Gottlieb - The Book of Vision 2020 Kate Beckinsale - Alice Through the Looking Glass 1998. Stonehearst Asylum 2014. Haunted 1995. Royal Deceit 1994. Love & Friendship 2016. Van Helsing 2004. Pearl Harbor 2001. Michelle Jenner - La catedral del mar 2018, Isabel Aaron Taylor-Johnson - Anna Karenina 2012. Nosferatu 2024. Oskar McNamara Andrew Scott

✦Sting

The Bride 1985

Volker Bohnet — Ludwig 1973 Romy Schneider — Ludwig 1973, Sissi 1955 Helmut Berger — Ludwig 1973

✦Ethan Erickson

Dorian 2003— under development

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[crittercrossing]

Dominic and Jakob love their dad. JD desperately wishes he did not have children.