#jakul

[silvermistanimelover]

So. I've been writing a lot for the Gerudo lately in my Zelda stories, and a while back I created these carnivorous camels that the Gerudo people ride. They're utterly MASSIVE creatures with claws that hook together to prevent sinking in the sand.

Since I've been drawing things lately, I decided to give it a gander, and lo and behold, I drew one! Meet Jakul—Urbosa's noble steed. He's a bit fiesty, and a few hands larger than most other camels, but he's unfailingly loyal to Urbosa.

this is a reference to his size. Mind you, Jakul is bigger than most camels, and females are usually smaller than males in this case (though both have horns).

The Gerudo often bedazzle the horns of their camels both for fun and protection (because gemstones have powers in botw and totk) and a show of wealth.

For most camels, Urbosa would come up to the withers properly. Like I said—Jakul is a giant among giants.

[jmdbjk]

My impressions of...

Jin’s video titled “Me, Myself, and Jin ‘Sea of JIN island’ Production Film” and has nothing to do with his photo folio LMAO... BUT WHY DID IT TAKE SO LONG FOR US TO SEE THIS BEHIND OF THE CREATION OF SUPER TUNA????? CHAMCHI!

Dreamers music video... a tad cheesy but visually stunning, the opening was very opulent and sparkly. JK, his sweet, adorable self, looked awesome all the way down to his stompy Prada boots. His portions of the video included much diversity and inclusion. Flags from all nations. People of all nationalities. Women at the forefront. All invited. JK dancing through the streets gathering the peoples of the world behind him in a convoy of togetherness.

Mr. Fahad’s portions, very representative of his culture I suppose. He seemed very isolated on his ship with his dancing crew. I understand that in his culture, it was believed that the earth rests on the back of a whale so perhaps that’s where the whale shark comes in the picture. He had a scene where it appeared to be snowing? Or was that hell freezing over? I was confused...anyway. Moving on before I say too much because I’m too ignorant about it.

This is strictly my opinion... I love sparkly things and all but because I already have prejudices involving this entire event I can’t fully endorse the music video, glittery palaces and pearl encrusted whale sharks notwithstanding. That’s just my gut feeling (minus a gallbladder at that). I need more input from Jungkook and hopefully in the future we may get some behind the scenes or something where he can speak a little bit about his degree of involvement and not just what he said during the WeLive he did right after the opening ceremony. 

Indigo... I feel like I am going to have the entire album on repeat for a long time. Again, just my opinion off the top of my fool head: Joon... inadvertently or on purpose... going for the critical accolades and less for the popularity award but we’ll see (he may very well score highly in both aspects). Actually, he doesn’t give a shit about any kind of award, as he should. I feel like some or all of this album will get Grammy nods next year. Have not heard one note from it yet either. That’s some kind of wild (and maybe unfair) expectation isn’t it? Yoongi, Jimin, Tae and JK are gonna have to really bring it. Let’s not count out Jin’s The Astronaut as perhaps a collab nod next year. I am sure I will have a lot to say after Indigo drops next week.

Bangtan Episode: Hobipalooza... it’s how emotional I get when the members go onstage for their solos... did the same for Jin in Argentina.... so, so incredibly proud of them and to see them being so humble in these behind the scenes. 

Just when I think “well that’s a wrap” on whichever member’s work, they drop something else on us. Which is great because one year after Super Tuna and five months after Hobipalooza we are still getting to see more and more. That means we might still get to see things like this for Indigo next year or a year from now... and we still have Yoongi, Jimin, Tae’s solo work and possibly more behinds from Jungkook’s Dreamers work and anything else he may be working on. I was a little worried about a dry spell in 2024 but maybe it won’t be bone dry. Hoping and fighting!

One more thing... who the heck’s kitchen is this?

[evansh01]

SMILE

[insectilenemesis]

Into the Void: Missing Memories

Months passed before speaking became more than garbling to him. Every string of sounds formed words. At least, that’s what he thought they called them. Perhaps it was wurts. Either way, actions were better. No one could mistake intent there. And the way Impeereeall huffed and stretched out their leathery appendages was perfectly understood.

Impeereeall was very limited in speech. They would always point to themselves with a hooked claw and declare two words: impeereeall and eyeriss. Sometimes that claw was thrust in his direction with a barked “meeroar”. He supposed that meant him, though it didn’t sound particularly pleasant. Waves of heat flowed off each syllable. Then, Impeereeall would sear through him with those miniature discs, like the one hanging in the above.

His discs burned wrong. He had once gestured at his and back to Impeereeall’s, cocking his head.

“Eyes,” they mumbled.

Meeroar didn’t know what eyeriss had to do with this. He waved his claws once more towards his discs, then at Impeereeall’s. In addition, he waved up at the disc above.

This was what became the starting point for Meeroar’s education. Colors. With them, the world expanded from being an amalgamation of senses and shapes. So many complicated feelings could now be condensed into one word.

Impeereeall had to be Red. There was no denying how the color burst forth from their every grunt and growl. However, their scales were Blue and Green, and those burning discs were Yellow.

Apparently, discs were eyes. The large one above was the sun. Meeroar considered this one of the many things that didn’t quite make sense. Impeereeall’s eyes are what they call Light, but the sun is Light too. When he tried to question this, Impeereeall gave one of their usual huffs and gestured at themself. So they are Light as well? His grumpy acquaintance may not be the fount of the knowledge he had believed him to be. What nonsense.

The pair were making progress though. At least, he thought so from the way Impeereeall seemed a little less intent at plucking their whiskers in squirming agitation.

Understanding writing had proven to be more helpful than Mirror was inclined to admit. There was less awkward back and forth between him and his companion now. So many initial misconceptions were beginning to be cleared. For one, Imperial was what Iris considered herself. Other imperials existed. At least, that’s what she claimed.

Other mirrors were somewhere. But there was one Mirror here, so he’d worry about confusion later.

There were other breeds as well. Iris said that this clan was mostly composed of a peculiar mixture of what are called fae and coatl. Her primary position was to serve as a go-between for any crucial interactions.

‘Why would you need to do that?’ Mirror scrawled.

“Why? What a ridiculous…!” She paused, then sighed. “Remind me to lend you a few scrolls on the matter.”

He nodded. ‘Will do. When can I see others?’

Her eyes seemed to glint with an emotion unfamiliar to him. “Not quite yet, I should think. The others… They might not take your certain, um, difficulties well. That is, you’re a bit different from what they’re, we’re, used to.”

Iris’s gaze seemed to burn harsher than it ever had as of late. Like he often did, Mirror could feel its pinprick upon his shoulders. There the wounds were, still gaping and charred. No matter the magic or medicine, they had remained throughout the months a reminder of whatever befell him when all other scrapes and burns had vanished.

A worrying peculiarity, that was certain. The attention she paid to them cleaved panic deep into his bones. However, Iris never said a word about it.

Something terribly wrong was afoot, and no one was giving him a single straightforward answer.

It was late one night when Mirror heard a creak. He stirred from his curled up position on the ground to see one of the double doors to his sanctuary cracked open. Moonlight streaming in from the domed skylight allowed him to see a great antlered shadow cast out from the darkness. With a snort, the imperial butted the door away and lumbered inside. Their scales were blotchy and odd patches of them glinted like gemstones. Eyes more lukewarm than searing stared back at him. Purple, that was it. Purple.

“You’re not Iris.”

A snicker. “And you like to state the obvious.” They craned their head down to his level. “I thought you were a tad smarter than that. Clearly, my expectations need to be lowered.”

“Am I supposed to know you?”

“Me?” The imperial flicked a claw back at themselves. “My oozing mother, no. I’m just a concerned and rather curious diplomat who wanted to see what all the fuss was over the amnesiac holed up here.”

There it was. Mirror could see the spark alight in this stranger’s eyes, could feel the sweep of their gaze over his shoulders.

“How long have those been there?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know.”

At least he wasn’t tiptoeing around the subject like Iris.

“Please,” the imperial scoffed. He stretched his neck out farther to the point of him almost touching snouts with Mirror.

At this, Mirror shrank away, fangs bared. “I already told you, I don’t know. Nobody’s told me anything about them since whenever I got here. Nobody tells me anything about myself. They were there when I first woke up here, that’s all.”

“Really? How disappointing. I figured those bookworms would’ve already had their fun prodding you for some answers to your little peculiarity. They love that. Picking apart mysteries to see what makes them tick.”

“By, uh, pick apart… You don’t mean…”

“Yes, naturally. Not all of their sort are scholars. After all, someone has to do the dirty work if they want proper research.”

Mirror frowned. “And what would be your sort?”

The stranger chuckled and flashed a wide grin at him. “The fun sort, of course. We’re certainly not ones to keep our acquaintances locked away in dusty towers for safe observation. No, the best way to know someone is to let them roam. You’ve got to let them have the freedom to stretch their wings.”

“Wings.”

“Yes, wings!” There was a pause as the imperial caught Mirror’s very unimpressed stare. “Oh, right. Pardon me. Stretch your claws, if you will. Anyways. I’m here to make an offer. How would you like to have a guided tour of the world out there. I mean, this lot will be angry of course, but do you really think that being cooped up out like this will help your problem in the long run? I can get you connections.”

“And what do you get?”

“Ah, another friend? The self-satisfaction of letting someone out of their cage? Really, there’s no need to think so deeply as to my reasons. I live for the simple things like these moments. So… What do you say?”

He had a point. There are so many unknown things beyond these walls, none of which Iris has bothered to elaborate on. And he has played by her clan’s rules for how long without any progress on his condition. So why not try something new?

However, going along with a stranger like this is dangerous, no matter how friendly. At least there is some measure of security in the familiarity here.

He’d never met the others. Was what this stranger said about them true?

Sometimes risks must be taken. Perhaps this is one of those times.

“Fine. I’ll go, but don’t expect me not to learn everything there is to know about you.”

“It’d be a shame if you didn’t. By the way, let’s get introductions out of the way.” The imperial extended out a set of claws. “Name’s Zombie. I’ll catch you up on everything there is to know, you’ll see. Now be quiet. Don’t want to wake anyone up now, do we?”

[archaickosmonot]

rip hell twins, forever in our hearts

Sometimes the big city is too intense for you

[andreasrizky]

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[trans-king-of-slytherin]

So I just watched Eternals (Phestos and his family and Drukkarri carried that movie) but I had an Idea pop into my head.

What if Jack Frost from Rise of The Guardians was an Eternal who lost his memory (or Mim took it away) before he became the spirit of winter? His power being ice or atmospheric manipulation. And he had a whole Poly thing going on with Druig and Makkarri.

But fast forward, the battle with Pitch is over. (Maybe he's dating Bunny, don't judge me) The Emergence is about to happen so Manny is forced to give Jack his memory back.

He now has to deal with knowing he could've done more during the whole thing with Pitch and the fact that he was brought to this world that he loves to end it. (Also he thinks he's going to have to pick between Drukkarri and Bunny.)

His crook is actually a weapon that Phestos made him that was grown over by a tree (It was made to disconnect into two weapons) and was up there with Thena in combat.

Just something that popped into my head. (Wether frostbunny and Drukkarri ended up in four way relationship or Drukkarri we're completely ok with their boyfriend having a boyfriend is up for debate.)

Edit: I also kinda think Jack's Original name was Jakul (forgot to put it here)

[doctorbluesmanreturns]

Princess Mononoke aka If Jakul Dies We Riot

[davidadoue]

There's tension growing in town and the family has too many secrets that could expose them to the wrath of their enemies. Jakul fights with guilt. Eri is immersed in her stuffing of rune circles. Ronte and Punali are covering their family. Jarek doesn't have a care in the world. Read chapter five here: https://bit.ly/ErisPages5 Or Click the link in my bio to read all chapters. Share if you enjoy it! ------------- #amwriting #amwritingfantasy #yafantasy #writerslift #writingcommunity #writerslife #bookboost #booklover #books #bookaholic #bookaddict #bookporn #story #fantasy #fiction #magic #adventure #creatures #family #indie #indieauthor #spilledink #inspiration #wordsofwisdom #words #bookclubofinstagram #dice #readersofinstagram #readingcommunity #mustread https://www.instagram.com/p/CVMXO-bLa_e/?utm_medium=tumblr

[dntwtwikipedia]

Full Name - Dylan

Role - Primary protagonist 

Alias - Dyl, Dylster

Allies - Jakul & possibly Vomy

Powers - Psychologically demented, Mentally insane, Incredible analysis skills, Genius-level intelligence, Misogyny

Goals - To be loved & praised

Noticeable Accomplishments - Gevanni fanatic, Owning a weapon

[skitter-kitter]

WIP Game

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

Tagged by: @itsevanffs 

i never title any work before its about to be posted so um,, be ready for some self-explanatory titles

1. SQUIP POV  2. Amputee Iida 3. Angst Nezu 4. Anti amnesia Izuku 5. Apathetic Izuku 6.  Invisible fic idea 7. Quirkless Izuku and Mentor Tensei 8. time travel quirkless villain Deku 9. Vigilante Izuku and Grey Nezu 10. Villain Bekugou 11. Old friends moodie 12. Izuku goes to 3-E for therapy 13. Earth-2 Dick Grayson 14. Monster Tom and Dictator Tord 15. It’s Called: Freefall (all other plans besides the first two chapters lol) 16. Hannibal Has Hanahaki 17. Siren!Harry 18. DARK LORD LILY POTTER 19. Editor Harry and Director Tom 20. Ballad of Sara Berry 21. Canon Divergence Stoick Dies Early 22. Mob is recruited by Claw 23. Hogwarts AU Morty Fusion 24. Rick starts a summer camp 25. Timeloop Morty 26. Jakul Frosti Twins 27. Binding Deal Deceit 28. Orange Side Logan 29. Dark side Logan 30. Deaf She-Ra 31. Entrapta goes batshit insane 32. Catra and Entrpta sent to the past 33. Vader travels to sequel trilogy 34. Jack kills Megatron 35. Dark Forest Possesses Cats 36. Hollyleaf starts a revolution 37. Leaders cant have mates Holy shit,,, thats not even all of them,,  Tagging: @gentrychild @spell-cleaver @wuxian-chalory @this-is-your-heichou-speaking

[unadulteratedsuitexpert]

Ive more firmly settled on my name especially when it comes to what gender i am feeling. Jak is my name, that doesnt change, and preferred regardless but especially when I am feeling they/them. Jaksha was a name given to me by a friend and one ive adopted for when I am feeling she/her. Jakul is a name ive been using for online for a couple years now, jakulfrostie being my online handle for a lot of accounts. Its part of the legend of Jack Frost, Jakul Frost usually being said to be his name. So Jakul is my name when im feeling he/him.

[40b4-n1pples]

You've heard of

Koujak-ME OFF,

Now get ready for Kou-JAKULATE.

[andreasrizky]

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[darkravenwitch-blog]

The Mailrunner

The morning sun broke over the horizon lighting up the land and bringing a new day. Three days of walking and seven more to go. The morning birds chirped loudly in the distance as the cool breeze brushed against her face gently as she sat on the old stump and finished her morning breakfast of stale biscuit. The mail needed to get through and it was her job to get it to Granite from Ogrewood. She licked her lips and sighed wearily, it was time to get on the road again. She mounted her horse and rode on. It had been a thankfully quiet ride so far. No signs of fae or fiend and only the small game and insects along the roadside as far as she knew. She didn’t push the horse just let it leisurely walk just in case there was a need to suddenly take off. The breeze continued to blow in her ears not over powering but constant. The sky went from the morning gold and gray to a sharp blue. Hunrana Windsprinter was one of the Letterrunners she and those like her were in the business of delivering letters, messages and small packages  between the villages and towns of the lands. It was her turn to make this run, a run that was one of the longest in the region. This run ran between two clan territories the Valhoun and the Jakul clans. As she headed further west she started to see the pine forest begin to slowly thin out and more open spaces appeared. The sun was almost to the middle of the sky when she decided to stop at a stream and let her and the horse rest. She tied the horse’s reigns so that if the animal needed to run and escape it could but gentle pulling on them would give the beast the illusion that it couldn’t just wander. She lowered her canteen to the babbling clear water and let it flow into the container. It was warmer now, the cold of the night air now gone replaced by the sun warmed day. She took a moment to really look around at her surroundings, get a mental map of the best escape routes and any possible faemounds. Pulling out her map drawn on a piece of deer hide she checked to see her progress. The map wasn’t detailed enough to show the little streams and twists and turns along the trail so she wasn’t sure where she was exactly. But she did know that she had headed west from the last landmark the domed ruin and she hadn’t come to the ruins of D’las. She stood up and dusted herself off. Looking to her horse quietly munching on grass under a tree, she pulled out a piece of jerky and bit down. She hated this run so far. Not for the danger but rather for the lack of any real scenery. Her previous run had been the Hardwood run which ran to the north. That run was more dangerous in fact, running up through the Mistdark hills where trolls dwelled. But the view was worth it to her. She loved the thick forest with orange and yellow leaves falling down in the late season, the waterfalls that cascaded down from the steep almost mountain like hills. It was a green and brown landscape full of life and beauty. So far this place had been warm and full of pine forest and soon open fields, no real scenery, no high peaks or low valleys. Next time she would opt out. She was the type of person who needed to explore to see new things to keep looking. But this, this was, well boring. Then she heard a twig snap. She instinctively put her hand on her sword hilt. Looking at her horse she knew better than to look around in a panicked way revealing that she knew she was being watched. Instead she moved with a purpose toward the horse ready to just leap up on it and run. But a grunt and blur moving at her to her left stopped that. She turned and drew her blade at the same time.  She slashed out and came to a knee as she came around, blood spatter hitting her face as the assailant screamed and stumbled back. At the same time she placed her blade up to block a strike from another attacker. Rolling to the side she came to her feet and took in what her situation really was. Two men, one wounded and lying on the ground holding his wound, the other with two blades a sword in his main, a dagger in the other. She wasn’t the best swordsman but hopefully this guy wasn’t either. Her horse was further to the left now, and to get to it she would need to get past him. She focused and calmed her mind, this wasn’t practice, these weren’t wooden weapons this was real life and death. Her heart kept racing but she pushed past the overwhelming feeling of tunnel vision that kept trying to overtake her. If she focused too much on the one guy she was facing another might pop up from behind her and take her out so she tried to stay aware of her whole surroundings as much as she could. The one opponent standing seemed hesitant now, seeing his friend now on the ground dyeing. He had lost the element of surprise and now found himself against someone who could fight back. She didn’t say anything, no need to waste time or breath revealing her fear in her voice if she did speak. The one on the ground kept crying, moaning and calling for his mother. Then the cries turned to sobs and then he went silent. The other attacker became enraged and rushed toward her. She dodged to the left, then right and thrust up almost clumsily as she let the attacker get so close. There was a sudden feeling of resistance and a crunching slurping sound then her sword became heavy as the body fell to its knees. She opened her eyes gasping and shaking.  She fell back on her butt and pulled herself back on her elbows. She sat there for a long moment just looking at the bodies lying there, still, lifeless. Sweat and blood dripped down from her forehead and tears fell from her eyes. She had hunted, she had killed but those were animals and she did that for food. These were people other humans with lives, loves and families. Why had they attacked her, why were they out here? She swallowed hard and tried to wet her dry throat. She got up, still shaking and stepped over to the man with her sword in his jaw. She half expected him to jump up and grab her. But when she pulled her sword from his skull, he didn’t move. She turned and vomited up her jerky and water now, the blood covering her blade mixing with the dirt as she dropped it. She spit up the last of the bile and shook her head. She picked her sword up again and placed the blade on her left arm and wiped the blood and dirt on it. She had a job to do, she had mail to deliver. But she wanted to know who these men were and get a clue as to who to watch for. They had a clan but which one? She steadied herself and bent down to the bigger man, trying to avert her eyes from his head. He was dark skinned like her, his clothes were brown and tan mostly, with no furs or leathers, mostly heavy fabrics which meant that he wasn’t Valhoun. She looked for something more definite. She wasn’t that skilled in this kind of stuff, she was a mailrunner not a warrior. But she had dealt with several of the clans in her runs, so she knew what to look for to identify each… basically. So far no real identifiable things stood out, everyone she knew or had met was a member of a clan. So these men had to be from some clan, even if they were exiles or something. Her best guess was that they were probably Jakul clan. From what the map said she still should have been in Valhoun territory, and while there was a tradepeace between the clans not everyone respected the treaties. Then there was the fact that Mailrunners were understood to be neutral in clan politics. They were messengers that helped people across the lands communicate and connect with one another.  This attack was unheard of. Maybe they had been faeheld. She wasn’t sure, but none of the stories told of men just attacking and dyeing so easily. Then she saw the ring of cold rod iron on the leather necklace sitting on his chest. She grasped her own spike that she wore and guessed that this wasn’t feaheld. Her horse started to grunt and stomp and she and that broke her from her concentration. She felt a quiziness in her gut and something in her told her to run. The air tingled and felt heavy around her. She leapt onto the chestnut mare and flicked the reigns. In a galloping rush they headed west. They continued until they reached the next marker point on the map. She looked back then wary that some faebeast might be running toward her. The last line of real forest stood silently behind her. A pheasant cooed somewhere and a woodpecker pecked on a tree to get insects. Insects clicked and buzzed all around her. A gentle west wind moved the grassy plains around her and the sun shined silently in the blue skies above. She sighed a sigh of relief as she looked at the wardstaffs to the left and right and got off the panting exhausted horse. The markpoint shelter was in a beforetime building, a small hovel with a large metal door on the left side that rolled up, a large wardglyph painted on it. These places were the Mailrunners’ safe havens on their runs between settlements. Remote enough that it was safe from being raided by any of the clans and warded in several ways so the fae couldn’t get in…at least so far. Things seemed safe and she breathed a sigh of relief. The horse was exhausted, the poor thing had run long and far with her on her back. She patted the mare’s neck gently and began pulling off the saddle and get to the long arduous process of rubbing the horse down and brushing her sweaty fur. The sun now hung closer to the western horizon and night was coming so soon. She placed the saddle to the side and unlocked the metal door. With a loud screeching cacophony of noise she lifted it up. The empty cement floored room had a trough in it for the horse and hopefully the wards on the door and placed around the building would keep the two of them safe. After she put the horse into the empty stall, she carried the saddle and the bags of messages into the building with her. She took one last look and pushed the feeling of uneasiness that she felt back after the strange attack by two men. The fae had come, she knew that much. Maybe it was the blood, the sudden emotional anguish whatever it was she knew that the fae had come and if she hadn’t run away. She shuddered for a moment and then pulled the metal door down and locked it from the inside.

[insectilenemesis]

I might as well introduce my progenitors.

Jakul

Jalysa