#laughing jackal art

[laughingjackalstudios]

I made them goth because u know- why not? I’m pretty sure Funtime Foxy is like pastel goth and Lolbit in the corner is a scene goth- and Roxannne- idk which style of goth she is 0<0

Ok but like- ✨Lesbian moms✨ Drawing Cassie is actually a lot of fun, I like Cassie’s character design! Probably because her makeup is purple and I like Purple so- y’know 0<0 Btw I have a design for Eclipse now- do you guys want me to draw them? I’d love to draw them I love Eclipse so much ☺️

[katsinspats]

Tragic: Guy you based your entire villain backstory on doesn't even remember you

[raidensharkgun]

The residences of cafe nascita of the sonic build au

Zero the Jackal: the owner of the cafe, he found Tails and gave him the build driver, he's a nice dude but just don't drink his coffee

Silver the hedgehog: resident shut in , he was taken in by Zero after his parents mysteriously died

[littlemisssatanist]

Hitlist

the jackal x fem reader

~ i am a whore for eddie redmayne so you should thank his face for being so gorgeous

~ this is 2k words of poorly written and unedited smut. if you see typos,,, no you didnt.

~ i need his face in my chest thats like the only reason i wrote this

~ ty for everyones lovely comments on the last part!

~ look at my art of my beautiful husband who is too old for me

~ BEFORE I FORGET. i have a longfic idea for this sorta universe,,, a mr and mrs smith type of situation crossover w sherlock bbc as a case fic. what do we think

part one | part two

You lead him back to a hotel room. Your hotel room, though not for much longer. The people who had hired you paid for everything, and once they heard you had betrayed them, they would eventually be able to track you down. The faster you left, the better.

The Jackal kept you in his sight the entire time, staring into the back of your head as if he was trying to cut a hole right through it.

It’s not like I would have hurt him anyways, you thought mulishly, poking your tongue into your cheek, troubled. Your mind had already been made up before you had even stepped into the room.

You could never hurt him.

As you walked into the room, he stalked past you and started examining everything, keeping an eye on you all the same.

“It’s clean,” you offered, but he only shot you a side glance, not bothering to acknowledge you had said anything. You worked hard to keep yourself from letting the hurt show on your face.

Instead, you ask: “Married?” 

Trying to lighten the mood, you couldn’t help but notice the ring on his finger. By the way his face tightened, you knew it was the wrong thing to say.

“Divorced,” he muttered. “You?” he added, as an afterthought.

“No,” you shook your head. You had thought about it once, a long time ago, but it never worked out. You simply could not stop thinking about him.

The Jackal sat down next to you on the bed, done with his search. He was close, closer than you would imagine comfortable. This close, you could see every freckle and mark on his face.

You are definitely not complaining.

“Her loss,” you whispered. At his questioning glance, you clarified: “Your wife.”

The tips of his fingers brushed over yours and you shivered.

He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “No, it was my fault. She deserved better than me.”

His eyes flickered shut as he leaned in closer. You could feel his breath on your face.

“Probably,” you agreed, tilting your head away to admire the earlier hickey you had left. He blinked a couple of times, confused by the sudden distance you had put between them. Then you pressed your hand into the purple mark, and he hissed and pulled away. 

He went to lean against the headboard and you followed him, climbing into his lap. His hands immediately found your waist even as he tried to push you away.

Instead, you only pressed his hips against his, hands caging him in on either side of the headboard.

“Come on, J,” you crooned. “Don’t you miss this?”

“You tried to kill me!” He snapped. “Forgive me if I’m not so forthcoming.”

You frowned. “You were literally all up in my business not even five seconds ago. Besides, if I wanted you dead, then I wouldn’t have announced my presence,” you cupped his cheek as gently as possible. You couldn’t stop looking at his freckles. “I was never going to kill you.”

He paused, eyes threatening to flutter shut at your touch. Then he pushed you away again, seemingly remembering why he was mad at you. “Then why did you take the job in the first place?”

You resisted, pressing your forehead against his. “I was trying to protect you,” you said mockingly slowly, as if trying to make him understand something very simple. His cheeks reddened with humiliation and anger. “I knew that taking the job would give you some time. And the only reason I threatened you was because I thought you wouldn’t want to see me anymore.”

The end of your words turned into a soft whine, and you nosed his face into his. Your thumb pressed past his lips and into his mouth, gagging him. His tongue immediately met your thumb, swirling around it on instinct. You moaned, kissing the edges of his mouth.

“Get off,” he managed to mumble through his make-shift gag, saliva dripping past his chin.

“Alexander,” you murmured. “Look at me.”

His name, his real name, snapped him out of the lustful haze your actions had put him into. It had been so long, how had you even remembered that? He should have never told you.

He pushed you away and you finally relented, letting him throw you back onto the mattress and climb on top of you.

“Fuck you,” he said, before swooping down and capturing your lips with his.

The kiss was hot and searing, and you could feel his large hands feeling up your body.

“That’s the idea, J,” you mumbled into his mouth, running your own hands up his back and tugging on his shirt. You needed him naked. Now.

He pulled away, biting your bottom lip as he went, tugging his shirt above his head. You watched from beneath him, admiring the ways his abs flexed before he dropped his hands and caged you in between them.

“You look nice,” you breathed, your hands creeping up his chest. “Ah… I remember this. But the background was different. Ah-!”

J buried his face into the crook of your neck, biting down harshly onto the soft skin there. At the same time, his hand slipped down your pants and underneath your panties, finding the growing wetness between the apex of your thighs.

“It… it was something like,” you sighed as he slipped two fingers inside, “a desert scene? R-remember that, J? Fuck!”

He curled the fingers inside you, his free hand making a large bruise the way it pressed into your waist so tightly. He kissed up your neck and jaw and eventually found your mouth, muffling the words that couldn’t help but spill out.

He remembered it too. The Al-Qaeda operation, the wedding party, the car bomb. You had been a junior sniper working with his team, and he could not help but notice the way your quiet gaze kept falling on him. You met him in his room that night, slipping past the door silently. You weren’t so quiet then, and you weren’t so quiet now.

When he killed the rest of his team, he let you live.

Maybe it was a mistake to do that. But the way the moans kept falling from your mouth, he wasn’t in any position to regret his decision. His thumb pushed at your clit, circling it faster as your voice grew to a higher pitch, as moans and gasps filled the air quicker. He swallowed your sounds as they came out, not letting you get in any air.

The hand holding your waist came to rest at your neck. It was so thin, so easy to just wrap his fingers around it and choke the life out of you. He began to apply pressure, just the tiniest bit, but the way your breath hitched, he knew that you knew the power he had right now.

Your chest heaved up and down against his. Dimly he realized that he had neglected to take off your blouse and bra.

He pulled away slightly, continuing his circular movements on your clit. A thin strand of saliva connected your mouths, and he broke it with a soft flick of his tongue. The hand on your neck tightened, and you released a strangled groan. 

You were vulnerable. Completely at his mercy.

But you found that you didn’t mind. You wanted it. A relationship with him, one in which you could trust that he wouldn’t hurt you, the same way you could never bring yourself to hurt him. 

The pressure on your neck furthered, and your hands instinctively went to his wrist, gripping it tightly. He stared into your eyes. You could feel the wave of pleasure in your stomach growing, legs twitching subconsciously, tightening around the hand in between your thighs.

“P-please…” you managed to choke out, arching your back and rolling your eyes as the pleasure passed the precipice and washed over, stringing your body taut before allowing it to collapse into what felt like a melting puddle.

His hand left your neck, brushing over the dark bruise he had left behind. Something in him felt vindicated, glad to have caused you pain. He kissed the deepest part of the bruise, smiling against your skin as you inhaled sharply at the touch. 

You bring your hands to brush through his hair, gripping it tightly to pull him away from your neck, half heartedly throwing him away. He rolled off, groaning, painfully hard.

“Give me a moment,” you gasped, trying to catch your breath. Wow. “Fuck.”

“Good?” He asked.

You nodded, before realizing he probably couldn’t see it. You let your hand find his instead, squeezing it. He sighed.

“I need to go take a cold shower,” He said, moving to get up.

By some miraculous show of strength, you managed to sit up before him and pressed your hand against his abdomen, shoving him back down.

“No. We’re not done yet.”

He stared at you as you swung your leg over his lap, hovering above him. His face was still flushed red, making his dark freckles stand out against his skin. His eyes flicked from between your face to where his erection made a tent in his pants.

“Ok,” he muttered. “Take off your shirt.”

You obeyed immediately, fingers thumbing to undo the buttons on your blouse. The Jackal watched you hungrily, hands coming back to hold onto your waist. They were burning hot against your now bare skin, moving up your spine to unclip your bra and let your breasts free.

He cupped them; the heat making you gasp as you worked to take off your pants. You managed to get them to hang at your knees, finally sitting down on his lap and pressing against his clothed cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned, hips pressing upwards.

You circled your hips, mouth falling open at the stimulation to your clit. It was still overly sensitive from his fingers earlier, and the roughness of his jeans did nothing to help soothe it.

“I need your cock in me,” you moaned. “Please.”

The Jackal let out a strangled sound at your words, managing to sit up and push down his pants. His cock sprang free, nudging against your soaking wet panties. You grinded against him, wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling his back muscles.

He pulled at the band of your panties, allowing them to snap back against your skin. One of your hands finds itself back in his hair, pushing his face into your chest. You can feel him grinning, a low laugh rumbling from his throat.

Finally, finally, he lined up his cock with your pussy and pushed inside. Your mouth fell open in a small ‘o’ at the feeling of complete fullness. He was burning you up from the inside.

He pressed kisses to your bare skin, face still buried in your chest as he kept his hips moving against yours. Pleasure began to build up in you once more, and you knew by the soft grunts and moans that fell out of the Jackal's mouth, he was close too. 

“Inside,” you whimpered, clutching onto him so tightly you wouldn't be surprised if he wouldn't ever be able to separate from you. “P-please.”

You raised your hips, his cock slipping out completely, before slamming back down. Your lips met, more clashing teeth than a kiss. His tongue consumed the inside of your mouth, stealing away your breath as you came once more.

Still riding the high, you had enough sense to realize he had also come, just seconds after you, cum filling you and dripping out slightly. 

You swayed slightly, and the both of you fell to the side, his cock still inside you.

Your chest fell up and down. The Jackal shifted closer towards you, placing his head back in the valley of your breasts. Your hand immediately comes to his hair to keep them there.

The two of you lay like that for a while, before you groaned.

“We need to go,” you muttered.

The Jackal mumbled something you couldn't hear. You begin to get up, but he doesn't move, the heavy weight forcing you to flop back down. 

“J,” you patted his back.

“... give me five minutes.”

You sighed. “Yeah, ok.”

part one | part two

tags: (for those who commented they wanted a second part (if you didnt want to be tagged,,, uh lmk) @affective-disorder @simp-ly-writes @freya260

[sunarots]

so high school ━━━ atsumu miya

16. pretend ♡

tw. self loathing. if anyone would like a summary of the chapter, let me know and i’ll put a wee note in the comments with a summary for you all. take care of yourselves <3

Atsumu kicks his shoes towards the rack at the door, tuning out the complaints from Sakusa two steps behind about the condition of the locker rooms. "Oi, I get it, I'll stop leaving my dirty towels in my locker. Ya happy?"

"That's not the point, that's the same towel you've been using there for a week."

"I've only had two showers there this week, so what? Everyone reuses their towels. Right, Koutarou?"

He lifts his head from his phone, parting his lips to try think of a response. "Yeah, I reuse my towels sometimes."

Atsumu lifts his arms, turning around to face Sakusa. "See? Everyone does. Yer the weird one, not me." He flashes him a smug smile before retreating to his room, pushing his hair back from his face.

He drops his rucksack on the floor by his door, using his foot to nudge it shut. It was a long day at practice, even though most of it went smoothly and there were no big arguments, all he could focus on was the pain lingering in his arms and back. Just as he was about to sit on his bed, maybe get in a quick nap before ordering dinner for everyone, a hefty thud came from the room across from his.

Atsumu furrows his eyebrows, turning towards his shut door. What the hell was that? It came from your room, and he knew it wasn't from something falling over. One of the hinges on your easel broke, and even that collapsing was barely heard through the thick walls.

Did you fall? You did mention that you were thinking of painting the walls, the landlord has no issues with redecorating as long as it's nothing offensive. What if you're hurt?

Despite the temptation to crawl into bed and pretend he'd passed out the second he came in, he pulls open his door and walks across the hall to your room. He leans towards the door, listening carefully for any movement. He raps his knuckles against it and doesn't wait for a response to open it. "Hey, y/n, is everything okay?"

He scans your room, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion until he finally spots you. You're sat on the rug by your bed, eyes fixed on your rapidly buzzing phone, face down on the wood by Atsumu's feet. He bends down to pick it up, carefully setting it on your desk without looking at the screen.

"What happened?"

You look up at him from your spot on the floor, eyes flicking to your phone and silently praying the screen was still mostly intact. You watch him slowly close your bedroom door, sitting down with his back pressed against the wall behind him. He waits patiently for you to start speaking, not trying to rush you.

"Have you always wanted to play volleyball professionally? Did you ever have any other dreams growing up?" You lift your head to look at him, trying to keep yourself calm. Your heart is beating way too fast for your liking, still hot with rage.

Without taking time to think about your question, Atsumu shakes his head. "Nah, I've always wanted to play volleyball. Especially professionally. It'd be a waste of talent if I just sat around on my ass all day doing taxes."

You can't help but laugh at him. "Yeah, I should have guessed that..."

"Why'd ya ask?" He watches you shift uncomfortably, furrowing your eyebrows as you try to find the words.

You take in a deep breath, swallowing your tears. "All I've ever wanted to do, was art. I only applied to art schools, and I always got in. And now... For what? I can't even sell my best artwork. Nowhere will hire me. Twenty years wasted on my dream."

"Wasted? Y/n, yer in a lull. This shit happens sometimes. Before I got accepted into the Jackals, I was working with my brother and leeching off him for ages. I paid him back by helping him sort out his restaurant. Almost a year. Ya just moved here, don't worry. Yer gonna get work, ya just need to find yer footing."

Your eyes drift down to your lap, running your fingers along the hem of your t-shirt, taking in a few deep breaths to calm yourself. You try to subtly wipe the tears from your eyes.

"What happened? Ya don't have to tell me, but ya can."

"Kageyama. He, uh, he started shit talking you. I tried to defend you, he wasn't having it. He said that you were going to fuck me over, and then I tried to defend you by pointing out that my reputation got dragged through the mud, not yours. And when I told him I was stressed, he tried to argue that we're all stressed and they don't complain about it."

You shake your head, looking up to your phone. It's still buzzing with new messages, everyone messaging you separately to ensure you're okay.

"It's just, I don't have a job. I have zero income. I have twenty thousand yen in my bank account, and that's the last of my money. I have four friends, who live in another city — half of them live on the other side of the fucking world! My support system here is you. And we're not even really fucking dating, I can't confide in you like I can the others."

Atsumu furrows his eyebrows, lips parting as he repeated your words in his head. "Why not? I'm here."

You post you lips to speak, but no words come out. A laugh escapes instead. “I don’t even know. It’s weird, I guess. I just don’t want to put all my problems on you.”

Atsumu pauses, sighing and shifting closer to you so his back was pressed against the bed. “Yer not dumping yer problems on me. I’m yer pretend boyfriend.”

Sighing, you shake your head. “But that’s just it, you’re my pretend boyfriend. I’m using you for so much. I’m living here for free, I don’t chip in for food or groceries. And I’m using you to maintain my reputation. God, I’m so…” trailing off, you rise to your feet and grab your phone from your desk. You scan over the screen, not too badly damaged, and then start looking at the messages that are flooding your notifications.

None are from Kageyama.

“Yer not leeching off us, okay? And I was the one to suggest we fake date in the first place. I’m honoured to be yer pretend boyfriend.” He uses your bed to help him get up off the floor, offering you a smile. “Is there anything I can do to help ya?”

You shake your head, looking up from your phone screen. “No. No, it’s okay. Thank you for listening, though. It means a lot.”

“Are ya sure?” Atsumu scans over your expression, trying to get a read over how you feel.

Swallowing your feelings, you smile up at him. “I’m sure.”

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summary. after your best friend reveals he’s moving out of your shared flat, you’re presented with a tough choice: let one of the creeps who are begging you to let them move in with you, or find a cheaper flat in another area of town. a do-over couldn’t have come at a better time for you, but your only option for a place to stay is with someone your best friend knew from high school, and his two teammates.

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[vendetta-if]

Hello, hi. This is my first day in actual Tumblr society and I wanted to make a good impression by going out and about the neighborhood. If this question doesn’t disturb your day, or the rest of the week forward, who are the best dancers among your cast?

Oohh 👀😁 I’ve never thought about this but I can already see the best dancer ranking 😂 This is not really a rigid and definite ranking and some have smaller gaps between them than the others.

From best to worst:

Skylar, Viktor, Takashi

From solo dance to romantic slow dance, they’ve got the moves—and confidence 🤭 They would be the type to dance without shame in dance clubs. Also, they would either know a bit from different types of dances or would be a fast learner if they need to learn a new one. They’re just groovy like that 😎

Rin and Azami

Rin specializes in waltz-type of dance while Azami, their mom, used to learn some types of Nihon-buyō (classical Japanese dance whose purposes are for art and performance) when she was younger and a little bit of waltz as well to round up her whole interest in music.

Yvette and Cara

Not as good as those above, but not bad as well. It nit be too hard for them to learn if they ever wanted to (they don’t 😆).

Yvette, especially, has the grace and fluidity of the motion belonging to a dancer’s, but not really the confidence because she keeps thinking she’s bad at dancing or that people will judge her if she makes a mistake and becomes the laughing stock of the city.

Cara, on the other hand, has the confidence and energy but don’t expect her to pull sick moves 😂 But she doesn’t care if her dance is a little bit awkward or even goofy sometimes, and she usually doesn’t mind if her family and friends laugh at her silly dance. She’s like the class joker type and enjoys making her loved ones laugh.

Santana

Not really big fan of dancing usually, but will enjoy just slow dancing casually with a partner, swaying side to side to the beat of the song. But that’s as far as their dancing skill goes 😭

Grandpa & Grandma

Similar to Santana, they just enjoy slow dancing with each other in private on rare occasions, especially as they grow older and fall in love with each other more and more 🥺 Trying to experience the romantic moments that the younger them missed or didn’t have the chance to do.

Ash, Luka, Jackal

Stiff as a board in actual dancing but excels in a dance of death, violence, and destruction—if that counts 🤣. Below are some exaggerated examples of how they might look like trying to do some trending moves 😭

[foxufortunes]

From: unknown number you’ve been invited to a monsters ball lucky you rabbit

Finally, the fic is out, A Monsters' Ball the pro-exy team MSBY Black Jackals (ft Andreil and some rabbits). Details like team line up and positions, alt jerseys, layers and some backstories beneath the cut.

So, our team line up and some details (and yes, I do have a colour coded spreadsheet to keep track of all this, which Neil and Sakusa constantly mess up by being the wrong year for their age bc they're babies, but ages are rough because no everyone has a declared birthday/age) with some art breaks between:

#4 Captain Meian Shuugo - 29, backliner, 5yrs MSBY, 5yrs college, from one of the country's best high school teams, 1 season as captain, trying really hard to be mature and not find everyone's antics funny, eternal rival to Hirugami Fukurou, captain of the champions, the Alders.

#20 V.Captain Hirugami Shouko - 26, backliner, 2yrs MSBY, 5yrs college, from another top high school, middle child of 2 pro-exy players (two of the earliest adopters before it got big, probably ppl who went to uni with Tetsuji and Kayleigh), younger sister of Alders captain Fukurou, joined the Jackals out of desire to say fuck you to her older brother.

#2 Amani Kanoka - 23, striker, rookie MSBY, 5yrs college, from a private all girls high school that became the best in the country, known as the Queens of Exy, very shy, has a lot of confidence issues, that she handles by being the best on court.

#5 Nathaniel Wesninski - 24, striker, MSBY rookie, 1yr Baltimore Wildcats, 4.5 yrs EAU Ravens, 0.5yrs PSU Foxes, joined the Foxes after only a year playing in a nowhere team but was quickly poached by the Ravens at Christmas that year and was a regular member the team the next year under his real name, very flighty, big fan of secrets, no idea how to handle the Jackals' chaos (they're like the Foxes but without the trauma).

#12 Bokuto Koutarou - 24, striker, 1yr MSBY, 5yrs college, one of the top 5 strikers in Japan in high school, another top high school team, ultimate himbo, might have committed tax fraud, has a word of the day calendar he's trying really hard to use properly, known for super sharp angle shots and for just bodying people and the ball.

#15 Sakusa Kiyoomi - 22, striker, rookie MSBY, 5yrs college, championship highschool team several yrs running, one of the top 3 strikers in Japan in high school, collegiate MVP, Team Japan 2016 squad, Team Japan U19 rep, grumpy baby, very into properly folded handkerchiefs, do not touch, preferably do not interact outside of court, speak to him via his adorable cousin or not at all unless saving him from bugs.

Halfway through the team stats, time for some art. The Away Colours! Maybe the racquets change to white too, idk I couldn't be bothered to recolour them though.

Ok, back to the second half of the team:

#3 Andrew Minyard - 25, goalkeeper, 2yrs MSBY, 3yrs USC Trojans, 2yrs PSU Foxes, best goalkeeper and rookie awards during his rookie season, didn't really tell anyone his plans after university just kind of vanished, only told a handful of people he'd signed for a team, Neil thought he was dead, he has a motorcycle now because city traffic is awful on his sports cars and the stadium is walking distance, sometimes plays defensive dealer.

#6 Inunaki Shion - 26, goalkeeper, 4yrs MSBY, 3yrs college (dropped out to go pro), middling high school only competed nationally once, the vodka aunt of the team, here to get people drunk, instigate drama with the monsters and then sit back and laugh, actually very soft on the youngsters, tolerates stupid nicknames like Inu-san and Wan-san (never get tired of that being translated Mr Dog and Mr Woof).

#9 Adriah Tomas - 27, backliner, 1yr MSBY, a transfer from European leagues, surprisingly fast for his size, just happy to be here, comes across as a bit of an airhead, but is usually right next to Inunaki instigating chaos and then pretending he doesn't understand the language enough to know what happened.

#10 Oliver Barnes - 30, backliner, 2yr MSBY, Team USA 2016/2012 Olympic squads, transfer from America, big friendly softie, dad of the team, actual dad of a 5yo girl, starting to consider retirement into coaching so is happy to spend the end of his elite career with these idiots.

#13 Miya Atsumu - 23, offensive dealer, 5yrs MSBY, Team Japan 2016 Olypmic squad, Team Japan U19 rep, from a top high school, considered the best dealer in Japan in high school, signed straight from high school, a particularly offensive dealer, easily doubles as striker, all rounder (all Jackals are all rounders but the dealers in particular), demanding and thoughtless jerk but not trying to be nasty, can come across as arrogant but is the first to accept his own mistakes.

#21 Hinata Shouyou - 22, defensive dealer, MSBY rookie, 2yrs playing street exy in Brazil, middling high school team on the rise, player backliner in high school despite wanting to be a striker, but learned to play all positions in Brazil, sometimes move position based on what team they're facing, general ray of sunshine, obsessed with exy, does meditation and yoga in the sunrise preferably on a beach.

Ok, team done, have some more art because yes, I did layer these team pics up slowly from the base dri-fit layers to the armour/padding to the jerseys.

The Jackals provide uniform everything from base layers to padding to anything like compression sleeves, knee/arm pads and everything else. Armour is provided by them to ensure it's up to regulation and team standards, the Jackals require some kind of shoulder padding (most of the team has detachable shoulder pads, while Bokuto and Sakusa who prefer more shoulder rotation and just more coverage respectively, where seperate bicep/shoulder pads). I've talked more about armour on older wip posts, but they're based on lacrosse chest pads. Brief version: strikers were shorter, around the vitals, backliners generally are longer on the sides to protect the ribs, goalies have more coverage because duh, and dealers wear whatever they like. Every single one has either hollow rigid or extra padded piece over the centre of the chest because, especially in younger players, a ball to the chest can stop your heart.

And there we go!

[positivexcellence]

EXCLUSIVES INTERVIEWS How Jared Padalecki Changed From A Gilmore Girls Kid To Walker Season 4's Father - Exclusive Interview

"Walker" is now in its fourth season. What about the show, and also the character of Cordell, has made you want to keep coming back year after year?

Well, so many things. But I think to answer your second question first, what I love about the character of Cordell Walker and what he is going through is that it feels, though very different, very similar to my own life. I mean, I am a father. This is the first chance I've ever had to play a father. So selfishly, I love exploring what that looks like. Our writers have been so diligent about making this show as honest as possible. I hope I don't sound like I'm disparaging the OG "Walker, Texas Ranger" in any way, shape, or form, but this is not a martial arts show as much as it's a human being show about adulting and about having relationships and having troubles, and things are dirty and messy and there's not always an easy fix. 

It's not necessarily get the bad guy and everything's good for the week. It's sort of like, get the bad guy, but in the process of getting the bad guy, you ignored your daughter, so how do you fix that? Or in the process of getting the bad guy, you skipped out on your son. Or in the process of getting the bad guy, you locked yourself in your room for three weeks straight and weren't available to anybody, and now you have some relationships to repair. So it's much more similar, in my opinion, to life. Life as I know it, at least.

And to answer your first question about Season 4, I'm really excited. We haven't really explored past traumas in the sense of the Ranger world. And so we have this serial killer, the Jackal, and it's very clear that the Jackal — before Captain James (Coby Bell) was captain, he was just Ranger, and Ranger James and Ranger Walker were partners — he really terrorized these guys, specifically Ranger James, then Captain James. And Season 4 has been a great kind of dark dive into what someone can do to you psychologically when it seems like they're playing with your emotions, and they're one step ahead of you all the time, and you just can't save those around you when your job is to protect and serve.

"Walker" is your first dive into the world of executive producing. What has that been like for you? 

My trailer's bigger, I get to tell people what to do. [laughs] By the final seasons of a show I did before "Walker" called "Supernatural," Jensen Ackles and I both had a say in the storylines and in the scripts and the blocking. And then, to quote the Bard, "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet." We weren't executive producers by any means, we weren't involved in all the meetings that artists aren't necessarily usually involved with, but we were so passionate about our characters and about the story and about the canon and about the cast and crew that our vote was counted, even though we were never producers on "Supernatural." 

With "Supernatural," I think the executive producers were able to see through 10 years of example that Jensen and I cared about the story and the script and the characters, not about like, "Hey, it'd be cool if I took my shirt off. Hey, it'd be cool if I had leather pants and a motorcycle." They knew that we were doing what was best for the character. And so I think when you come in as the EP, that's assumed, and so that kind of bridge has already been passed, that speed bump has already been navigated. That's been wonderful. 

I have a wonderful relationship with ["Walker" creator] Anna Fricke. Funny enough, her husband Jeremy Carver was executive producer and showrunner of "Supernatural" for many years, and that's how she and I first met. And from day one, she and I have just been on the same page. We just talked this morning, as a matter of fact, about the finale that we're shooting right now. And so it's been nicely passionate. I think what I've found in my 20-something years in the industry is that, as an actor, what happens between action and cut doesn't really interest me all that much. It's fun. But what I'm interested in is being home with a script, with the puzzle of how does this work? Where does this not work? How can this work better? What else could we do? 

So to be a partner and trying to determine what storylines are most poignant and most pertinent along the way, and what works best for each character has been really special and I'm really excited about it. And even learning a lot about what happens, quote-unquote "behind the scenes," some of which is kind of unnecessary for me to know. "Well, hey, this location's going to cost $1,000, but this is going to be $1,200." I'm like, "Okay, well, what's better?"

I was a kid that spent time in my room building Legos, much like my middle son. I was just so fascinated by the way things work. And I think, frankly, for certain actors, that informs their performance as well, knowing everything that went into why a scene has to be a certain way. I can recall on "Gilmore Girls" or "Supernatural" reading a scene and going, "Well, wouldn't it be a lot better if we did this instead?" And now having been EP for years, I can read a scene and go like, "Oh, I know why this is inside, not outside. Oh, I know why they just push each other and don't get into a full-on fight. Oh, I know why this person has lines, or this one doesn't." So it kind of helps complete the puzzle, so to speak. 

Speaking of "Supernatural," you've had some really big roles in your career, like Sam, and Dean on "Gilmore Girls," obviously.

OG Dean! I like to say OG Dean because Jensen was Dean on "Supernatural," but I'd already been Dean on "Gilmore Girls" for five years. So I like to try and kind of wink and nod. 

What does it mean to have those fans that started with you on "Gilmore Girls" also embracing this newer character of Walker?

I can't put into words how grateful I am that people have enjoyed the work I do. And funny enough, even though it's scripted television, I feel like my work and career have been kind of like a journal. On "Gilmore Girls," I did the pilot when I was 17 years old and I was a kid fresh out of San Antonio, Texas, where the only apartment I could afford, the door didn't lock. It was in the parking lot of a liquor store. And then I grew up a little bit. And then at 22, I started "Supernatural" and I was still essentially a kid. But during "Supernatural," I became more of a man and an adult and a husband and then a father. And now on "Walker," I'm a father. And so it's really life imitates art. 

And so the idea that people have taken the time to listen to me, I feel listened to. Which is ironic because I'm playing characters. This isn't a documentary by any means. But I'm flattered and I hope they all understand that I would not be here able to tell stories if it weren't for them, period. 

Is there anything that you want the fans to know before they watch the "Walker" Season 4 premiere?

Yeah, we have a shortened season. We have 13 episodes. Jensen and I used to joke when we were doing a 23-episode season of "Supernatural," you're not going to win them all. If you go up to bat 23 times, you're not going to hit home runs every time. If you shoot 23 three-pointers, you're not going to make them all. But with 13 episodes, each one is wham, bam, don't miss, don't blink, don't walk away. We're bringing a lot of awesome, incredible, high-stakes stuff the audience's way, and I can't wait to watch alongside them. 

Looper

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Article & video: "Eddie Redmayne reveals his dad told him not to 'screw-up' role in The Day of the Jackal'

By Katie Spencer, Arts and entertainment correspondent @SkyKatieSpencer, Sky News.

Tuesday 22 October 2024 

Excerpts:

Oscar-winning Eddie Redmayne joked he required "all the coaches" to prepare for his role as the "morally ambiguous" Jackal. He also says he's under strict instructions from his dad not to "screw up" his TV reboot of The Day Of The Jackal.

And his kids, what have they said? "My kids have seen the trailer," he said. "They are eight and six and they are determined that I should play a goodie next time. The Jackal is a bit, well, morally ambiguous," he laughed.

📸 My screenshots.

The Day Of The Jackal is out on Sky Atlantic and Now from 7 November.

Full interview:

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The Jackal

Whooaaaaa we're almost caught up I swearrrr WHOOAAA living on a prayerrr (Fic number 8 and it is currently the 9TH!) @narcosfandomdiscord

Enjoy <3

Prompt #11, Book Of Pit Stops: Rush

Word Count: 1.1K

Relationships: Charles "The Jackal"/Nuria

Warnings: SPOILERS! Spoilers galore!! Episodes 1-5 of this show have been watched by me, and thus, a patchwork of spoilers throughout this rambly fic! Beware if you're a spoilerphobe!

~ Read the fic under the cut ~

The Jackal lives in secret. He hides from everyone and everything.  

He dons disguises and becomes people who he’s not meant to be, for example, a certain Herr Thirsk, who, to The Jackal’s knowledge, may or may not be real. 

Passports are essential if he’s globetrotting. No one bats an eye at the switches, at the effortlessness of it all. If it says he hails from Germany, that’s where he’s from. Then France? He’ll be a Frenchman for a day, who cares?! 

The information is proper, organised, and it looks legitimate. That’s all that counts in The Jackal’s line of work: Efficiency, quality, and legitimacy. 

After all, someone is set on hiring him, paying him grand amounts of money to make as many kills as possible. A hitman does what he needs to do, whatever it takes to target the best of the best. 

He uses bespoke weaponry and state-of-the-art prosthetics. His materials, his safes, all of it, are top-notch. There’s nowhere in the business that he can fail, except for his own human error. 

He trusts his gunmaker to the ends of the earth, he trusts his aim to make the kills, and he trusts others to give him whatever he requires. 

Because, as he tells Nuria one sunny day in Cadiz, it’ll hurt the brand if people don’t pay him what he needs. It’s not all about the money, though, and even worse if people don’t follow his orders. 

If he sets instructions, they’ll be met. If someone fumbles, then they’re out of the game. 

The Jackal avoids taking unnecessary phone calls and explicitly warns his loveable Spanish relatives not to post whatever photos they take of him. As beautiful as celebrations and warmth and memories may be, he simply can’t risk being exposed. 

***

After the ordeal with Manfred Fest, a very classy and striking ordeal if he does say so himself, he’s attracted attention. Or, at least, a ‘killer’ has done so. A killer could be anyone, but only someone of his expertise could make the shot from 3815 metres away. 

He travels in taxis from one place to the next, keeping his language fluency intact with every country he visits. He passes Nuria after she’s dropped him off at the airport, but is his cover blown? 

If he’s not answering his phone, then it won’t be. 

Besides, he has a tingling, almost unwelcome feeling that his wife will find out. And, if she does? If the other Charles, Jackal’s in-law, helps her, then he’ll know.

He doesn’t have a safe without passwords, a lock without a key, or a room full of secrets without protection. 

A camera inside a prosthetic face. A marvellous touch. As his wife snoops around, horrified by what she’s seeing, he’s seeing her right back. 

It’s harmful to the relationship, detrimental, in fact, but he’ll just class it all as ‘industrial espionage’. You know how it goes, Nuria, a bit of spying, a bit of illegal activity, and… 

A lot of murder, but The Jackal doesn’t reveal that much.  

***

It’s so satisfying to see people at his mercy, to watch their trembling hands as they kneel before him. Whatever string of ‘oh, god, spare me, please, no!’ that escapes people’s mouths never deters him. Unless there’s something more to offer, The Jackal will do away with them. 

Man, woman, guilty, innocent… Doesn’t exactly matter. If they’ve misunderstood their obligations to him, then, their time is up. 

***

The Jackal bites back a laugh as he gets wind of recent news: A girl, one named Emma, dies in custody. The police are legally responsible. Whoever sent her into custody is feeling guilty for the rest of their lives. 

Isn’t it perfect, for the authorities to be in the wrong? In their attempts to catch a criminal, a killer, a hitman, they misstep. 

Well, they don’t just misstep. They’ve killed a daughter. They’ve ruined a mother, a father, a family. All of the girl’s friends will be devastated, all the good she hoped to achieve in life has been thrown into the gutter. 

He stares at the article for a while, never once losing his focus. He laughs, and laughs, and laughs. 

When Nuria catches him in the act, swiftly barging into his study, he hums and settles. The rush almost becomes too much, but he closes his laptop. 

Her gaze implores him to talk, so he does. 

Still, he demurs and deflects, “No, no, it’s nothing, really,” A certain twinkle in his eye reveals everything to her, “Well, if you must know, my work has just become very interesting. ” 

“You’re in that place again!” She hisses, but he remains unfazed, “You’re always there, and never here… Come on , Charles. Come back to me.” 

He leans back in his chair and shrugs, “I’m here, darling. I’m here. ” 

“You don’t get it,” She shakes her head, “Because, sometimes, I look at you, and I just see–” 

“What?” He intervenes with a lazy smile. A gentle tilt of his head. Charm, suaveness, everything in between, “Tell me. What do you see?” 

With a sigh, she decides she can’t help herself, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She holds onto him, lets her smaller body sink into his lap. 

“I’ll tell you what I see,” She whispers, “I see a motherfucker. ” 

“Oh, fuck you!” He replies, equally as quiet, and their lips meet not long after. 

It’s just one of the many games they play. Teasing, banter, time alone, they cherish it. Nuria can tell when he’s drifting away, off with the fairies of business and stocks and, well, whatever he actually does. 

So, it’s her job to bring him back to reality, to remind him of the people he has: It’s her and her love, it’s little Carlito, turning two years old tomorrow. 

He goes for long periods of time, doesn’t come back for a few days, then a week, then two. He tells her, over and over, the same sentiments: People are too inconsiderate, they have no empathy, he’ll be back as soon as his shifts are over. 

Whatever he does, the majority of it is out of her control. 

She can only hold onto him when he’s physically here, when Charles is in her reach. 

Otherwise, she is full of doubt, confusion, and emotions that extend beyond herself. Her family can only calm her so much. 

She needs Charles, the lover, the husband, the family man… Not Charles, the sketchy, flighty businessman. 

Not Charles the hitman, Charles the plotter, Charles the ruthless manipulator and assassin. 

‘Industrial espionage’ is all it is. And hopefully, that’s all she’ll ever know. 

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Thoughts I had during TGCF S2 Ep 9

Previously on TGCF…

-There goes everyone, ghost and human

-Even Baby Guzi!

-That smooth transition shifting from San Lang to Hua Cheng

-I’ll give one plus on Qi Rong, his eyeliner’s decent and also his long braid

-He is pissed

-Hua Cheng’s a master of stealth and the bad cop!

-And XL’s the Good cop to HC’s Bad cop!

-Spoilers If you read Book 2, you’ll fully know why Hua Cheng is enraged at Qi Rong

-QR’s hackin up a lung there

-Just like qi blocking!

-Qi Rong’s crawling like a tide pool crab

-He paralyzed and muted XL!

-Oh you know well what you did to HC all those years ago (spoilers)

-Another face plant!

-That eye glow!

-Dude you mean scrolls, Ling Wen’s office has plenty

-Qianqiu killed him!

-The bu dao weng jumped out!

-He is hoppin up and down!

-Xie Lian’s still frozen!

-Qianqiu’s back!

-His friend!

-Qi Rong’s confessing!

-Qianqiu controlled his anger and roasted the S outta QR

-There’s the reason

-He shook his head

-Gross, Qi Rong’s kissing sound

-Qi Rong has an alibi

-Preceptor Fang Xin mention

-There’s the truth and the nail’s been hit again!

-That was the fate of Fang Xin?!

-He still can’t move!

-It took Qi Rong that freaking long to notice who’s behind Tai Hua???

-HC unfroze and unmuted him

-I’ll take that advice

-He knows him!

-Xie Lian confessed!

-It took QR that long to realize who XL actually was???

-Another flawless transformation!

-And now XL roasted his cousin

-QR finally realized!

-QR’s apology wasn’t sincere at all

-QR’s a real piece of work

-Thank you Hua Cheng

-He’s gonna make a hole in the ground

-Xie Lian deemed his own cousin worthless 2024

-You gotta love Bad Cop Good Cop! Hualian

-Touchstarved Hua Cheng!!! Season 2!!!

-He’s not pretending at all

-He’s laughing like a jackal

-His reputation’s already ruined man

-Roast!  Him!  Good!

-Hey I worship this guy and he’s been an inspiration to my own art!

-Not exactly man

-I wonder why

-“Did you blind him with your ‘holy light’ or was it some other ‘holy’ part of you?” Yep, there it is, that’s another slipped in innuendo

-That slap had the energy of what happened in a previous award show (i forgot which one on purpose)

-That slap just surprised Hua Cheng in a good way!

-Right in front of the statue again

-Yeah you totally deserved that slap man

-I mean, living in a cave 800 years would totally cause someone to go nuts

-Now he’s asking Hua Cheng’s question

-Don’t even picture Qi Rong doing an autopsy, just don’t

-There’s Qi Rong’s alibi

-Gross

-That slow jingling

-He reached for his sword

-They didn’t even perform a lie detection test

-3 swords have crossed!

-The truth’s still coming out

-Yong’An in the past

-Hi Mengyou!

-Dragon Dance!!!

-Mengyou’s still concerned!

-The Hualian masks!

-Oh no!  The most common crime you’ll see in any setting!  A purse snatching!

-He was still selfless

-Qianqiu was fast!

-Oh no the acrobat!

-Not the fine china!

-His kick was higher than my current GPA, if I even know the score, and this calls back to TGCF S1 Ep 3

-That sounded like Female Qingxuan

-The Naruto run!

-Ooh cool weaving, music and face painting 

-And those men were just calm while playing Go!

-He’s on the rooftops!

-Fang Xian’s teachings!

-The sword throw!  If only Sokka could’ve learned that in Book 3

-He used the prejudice to try covering his tracks

-No not his walking stick!

-This elderly man should’ve been a member of the White Lotus

-I like to imagine Iroh was great friends with the Elderly Yong’An man

-If only people came together like this in the present…

-That came full circle!

-Man, I wish I’d get to celebrate like that every Lunar New Year

-Fang Xin smiled

-Xianle and Yong’An were once in harmony…

-He mentioned the Common people!

-It’s the same scene from S2 Ep 7

-And he never forgot

-Thank you Mengyou

-Best day trip ever

-Oh no Qi Rong’s in Yong’An

-That’s An Le and with the same crazed expression

9 down 3 to go!

The Scrap Immortal and the Avatar will official start in 2025!

[laughingjackalstudios]

Whoop! I’ve been VERY inactive on here- 😅😅😅 here’s a little doodle of Funtime Foxy- oh well- TWO FUNTIME FOXIES?! Man, who could’ve guessed?! I’m trying out a new brush and wanted to figure out how to draw in a different style, I don’t like the shading I think I fricked it up-

[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 028: Wedding and Whodunit (ASM 153-156)

MASTERPOST

This batch has it all: great art, Peter Parker being bisexual, a murder mystery, me making a fool of myself, a wedding...

A wedding?!

#153 starts with a gorgeous first page that contrasts starkly with Romita's undefined buildings. It's lively, it's fascinating, simply gorgeous. I'm not eager for this era to end, believe me.

Spidey notices that the light on top of the taxi car blinks in Morse code ("SOS"), which is absolutely brilliant. He saves the smart driver and proceeds to destroy his car even more, hahaha.

Later, Peter goes to the university (which is great to see, because for a while we didn't see much of that!) and...

...Harry SUBTLY tries to come out (that hand grab! That hand grab!!!!) and Ross Andru draws beautiful eyes, just like in #141. I love you, man. He's definitely more comfortable with the cast now. And naturally, the coloring is gorgeous as well.

MJ is also funny and can't help but love Peter. And Harry's here for the drama hahaha. In fact, Flash has to push him away to give space to the lovebirds. MJ complains that she doesn't think Peter's worth fighting for anymore, then Peter gets angry at her and she IMMEDIATELY retracts and asks him to stay and says she wasn't really serious. I feel like MJ's backstory is seeping through here as I don't think it's the first time she quickly changes when facing an angry man. She's so facinating, and this scene is both sad and endearing.

Ned is also back, and with his pink vest! Love that for him. He needs Peter's help to interpret computer stuff for an article, so they go to interview Bradley Bolton in an empty stadium. I was a bit confused, thinking, "computers, in 1975? That's kind of niche, isn't it?" but turns out the first personal computer came out in September 1975 and this issue came out a month later!

MJ's also there but she's watching from afar and this is sad. Oh, MJ. I hope something great happens to you soon because you need it.

A letter from the clubhouse quickly interrupts the meeting...

Turns out Bolton is being blackmailed by an evil guy who doesn't want a list of global criminals to become available, so the latter kidnapped Bolton's daughter.

Our heroes goes to find Bolton at a homecoming party, and Peter's much more interesting in becoming a homewrecker than honoring is actual girlfriend.

He quickly goes back to MJ to dance on Kung-Fu Fighting (MJ insists it's their song, as well). MJ says that "dancing close like this" makes her feel like they're the only two people in the world, but unfortunately for her, Peter has undiagnosed ADHD and he's also a vigilante, so he notices Bolton's about to leave to meet the blackmailer.

Oh Lord.

I actually burst out laughing, and also, Peter thinks "Mr. Osborn, I could kiss you" and I'm ecstatic. Harry didn't need to look so creepy in that second panel though.

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In a reenactment of his last football match, Bolton rushes on the field to save his daughter and is mortally wounded, but he succeeds in protecting her...

What a strong conclusion. What a strong issue!

Instead of the readers' letters, the squad tries to make sense of the Jackal reveal:

I thought it was absolutely worth showing.

#154 is drawn by Sal Buscema, who'll feature more prominently in Spectacular Spider-Man, I believe. It continues "a few hours" after the last issue, with a quite frustrated Peter. It's not every day he fails to save somebody!

...Well, ever since The Night Gwen Stacy Died, it kind of is, but you know, it's the thought that counts.

The Sandman escapes, which, sure, but more importantly, that mysterious dude from #152 is back!

...Wait. Is that. Is he seeing ghosts. Because I heard something about how Hammerhead was a ghost now or something after Aunt May's nuclear island exploded. Is it Doc Ock. Has Doc Ock lost his arms and is being persecuted by Hammerhead's ghost?! Because I feel like we're misled by the drunk guy being afraid of somebody. The reader's supposed to think it's Spidey, but hm.

The Sandman is instructed by a mysterious being to get some mechanism in a research facility. I wonder who it is... Here's a visual clue: the person smokes with that long thing that rich people used.

The henchmen (costumed the same as those who kidnapped Bolton's daughter) smoke too. I can feel the Code's influence waver!

At the facility, Spidey finds the Sandman, who traps him in a cryogenic converter supposedly destined to freeze sick people until they can be cured. HMM. My brain is still coming up with no strong theory, but also it's 5 am. The one who ends up frozen is the Sandman though... and the next issue is called "Whodunit"! How exciting!

Overall, this issue was alright. At least the Sandman battle was creative!

The last whodunit was #127-128, but I already knew about it (even if I'd forgotten pretty much everything). So let's try to figure that one, if my brain lets me!

#155 opens with the death of Armstrong Smith, an associate of Bolton.

Priorities.

I'm already suspecting the blond guy.

Smith was killed by a small caliber, but the weapon hasn't been found. I think it's the weapon in the panel above, so that places the blame on that random police officer. Notice the door had to be opened like that, so it's a locked room.

...OR IS IT? The blond guy may have lied about it being locked, and the bullet might have gone through Smith!

First off, I don't know what to make of that "THRACK". What's breaking? A bullet? But also. Lol. Computer science, everyone!

The computer puts out 3 names: Jason Sledge, Leroy Tallon, and Conrad Fox. Why do I feel like there's an annagram in there?

Spidey's interrupted by some police guards including my suspect from earlier with the small caliber. He escapes and goes to find Sledge, a janitor at Joe's Bar. He says a settled down. Tallon at a warehouse immediately goes "Shit! He knows!" when Spidey asks him for an alibi, which doesn't bode well for him... although I'm not sold on that track yet. (It's a police officer, fake or real, I'm telling you!!!)

OR WAIT. A JANITOR WOULD HAVE THE KEY.

I wonder if he was an inspiration for the Talon from The New Animated Series.

Unsurprisingly, Tallon just stole jewels, he didn't kill Smith. I'm actually full-on suspecting Sledge now, since his alibi is "I was in my room alone" (= no alibi) and it's easy to fake being weak.

Still, Spidey goes to his last suspect and the narrator helpfully informs us that Spidey's watched enough Columbo to get by as a detective. Jesus! Columbo started in 68, I thought it was later, what the heck!

Apparently, Fox was buried just recently. Hm!

Well, do you?

Look, the issue placed a lot of emphasis on the three suspects, so if we restrain it to them, it could be Fox (but Spidey says somebody "lied to him" and his search for Fox is REALLY brief) or Sledge. I'm voting for Sledge.

HOWEVER. If it's a trick, and the previous whodunit was tricky, it could very well be somebody who appeared earlier... but given how none of these characters was emphasized, I'm thinking this issue wants to be fair, so let's go for Sledge.

So Spidey returns to the computer and OH MY GOD.

OF COURSE A COMIC FROM THE 70S WOULD PULL SOMETHING LIKE THAT HAHAHA

But how did the computer kill its creator, you ask?

It keeps getting sillier. You know, I did consider that the computer might have lied, but thought "hey, Spidey thinks A PERSON lied to him, so that can't be it" but I was bamboozled.

And what happens when a computer from the 70s keeps shooting lasers everywhere?

WHO?! WHODUNIT?! OH MY FUCKING GOD.

Wein and Wolfman, how did it feel, writing that final panel? I'm sure you thought you were funny!

...Well, that would be right. That issue was fun. As R25 mentions in the comments, "a killer-computer is too crazy option for one sober logic". You betcha.

#156 starts just after that, with Spidey ready to finally sleep a bit before Ned and Betty's wedding this afternoon...

But he's assaulted with a broom!

It's his landlady! Hell yeah, I was hoping to see more of her.

Somewhere else, the drunk guy we've seen previously is still haunted by something (a ghost! a ghost!) and this time, it's definitely not Spidey as he just came home. He needs help, and he knows just the person...

Meanwhile, the whole cast gets ready for the wedding and I'm delighted. It feels like watching Gossip Girl's final episode hahaha! Jameson made me chuckle, and naturally May and Anna leave together (they're lesbians your honor), and I'm very happy to see Randy again. Oh, hi Liz, I always forget about you, sorry!

(which I just did like a week ago)

Peter having issues with his bowtie is very relatable. Use a clip, everyone!!!!!

The wedding ceremony proceeds smoothly, aside from a famished Peter, until the Mirage and his lackeys storm in! They steal from every wedding occuring in the building, and when it comes time for the Leeds to pay the price...

Looking a bit Ditko-esque, Peter, are you alright?

There's a fun panel where Spidey runs on the ceiling and the speech bubble from the Mirage is flipped upside down, that's funny.

So the Mirage can project doubles of himself or something. The fight is alright but very verbose, however I do appreciate that Spidey realizes that if can't see the Mirage's actual position, he can simply... drop the overly large, priceless chandelier on his face. That works too.

Yes, I showed this mostly because Peter's hot in the first panel, and the rest is is very pretty too. Watchagonnado?

At least, Ned and Betty will have quite an anecdote to tell new friends at party! And May is next in line for marriage! It's gay marriage's not legal yet, but do informal ceremonies count?

Anna certainly hopes so.

OH MY GOD, I TOLD YOU!!!

...Octavius is looking kind of hot in this getup--

Well, Anna is certainly going to be sad.

[sonof666]

Name:

𖤐 Damian Beelzly Morningstar

Nicknames:

𖤐 Dame

𖤐 Prince of Darkness

𖤐 Son of 666

Gender:

𖤐 Male (he/him)

Species:

𖤐 Demon/Jackal

Occupation:

𖤐 Prince of Hell

𖤐 Student at Zoo Phoenix Academy

Personality:

𖤐 Damian ranges from a playful rascal, to a devious brat. He enjoys messing with and scaring people as well as making them laugh — being fun loving, laid back and very open, he tends to flirt with any gender or species, and isn't beyond acting in a raunchy manner in some situations. He always jumps at a chance to explore new places, eagerly indulging in anything that can serve as a temporary escape from the depressing depths of Hell.

𖤐 He does have an evil and wicked side that he usually does a good job of hiding, but glimpses of it sometimes appear, especially when he wants to make sure things go his way. Despite that, however — Damian is secretly very lonely and has an enormous heart, but tends to be hard to impress. He is musically gifted and enjoys entertaining others. His favorite instrument to play is the banjo, but he also plays ukulele and guitar; other than that, he also enjoys reading comics.

Background:

𖤐 Damian was born after the separation of Lucifer and Lilith, being the offspring of the Ruler of Hell's relationship with a mysterious woman named Narissa. He was confined in Lucifer's palace for a great part of his childhood, not being allowed to explore outside the realm of Hell. Fearing for Damian's reckless nature, his parents placed him in the watchful eye of two caretakers. When he got older, an agreement was made to let Damian attend Zoo Phoenix Academy, located in the 'Safe Haven' (a sanctuary for non-humans to exist in peace), where he studies art.

Abilities:

𖤐 Flying

𖤐 Metamorphosis / Shapeshifting

𖤐 Pyrokinesis

𖤐 Various demonic powers

Relationships:

𖤐 Lucifer Morningstar (father)

𖤐 Narissa Beelzly (mother)

𖤐 Charlie Morningstar (older step-sister)

𖤐 Jackson Wells / Jack (cousin)

𖤐 Tentadora and Major Styx (caretakers)

© Art by Vivziepop.

[jordynclover]

Bleeding Heart-Chapter Eighteen

I woke up in Daryl's arms; the cell was dark and silent. I slipped out of Daryl's arms and into my boots; I stepped out of the cell and walked down the stairs.

A light came from the cell block entrance; the door was open; I walked in, seeing Beth pace with a sleeping baby in her arms, rocking her ever so slightly. "Hey, Beth," I said, making her jump a little.

"Oh, Sybil, you scared me," She said, chuckling. I smiled at the girl. "Have you slept at all?" I asked, and Beth shook her head. "No, I took charge of the baby, so everyone else could sleep," she replied sheepishly.

"Do you want me to take her?" I asked, stepping closer to her, and she nodded. "That would be a great help; I'm so tired," Beth responded as she handed me the baby; I chuckled, taking her into my arms.

"I just changed her and fed her, so she should be good for a little while," Beth said, and I nodded. "Thank you, Beth; now get some rest," I said, smiling, and she nodded. "Night, Sybil," She replied and walked out of the room.

The baby began to fuss, and I started rocking her, to no avail; I began to sing softly, "The sky is dark, and the hills are white As the storm-king speeds from the north tonight; And this is the song the storm-king sings, As over the world his cloak he flings: Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep; He rustles his wings and gruffly sings: Sleep, little one, sleep."

When I stopped, she squirmed and fussed again "On yonder mountain side a vine Clings at the foot of a mother pine; The tree bends over the trembling thing, And only the vine can hear her sing: Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep; What shall you fear when I am here? Sleep, little one, sleep."

She quieted, looking up at me; I smiled and continued, "The king may sing in his bitter flight, The pine may croon to the vine tonight, But the little snowflake at my breast Liketh the song I sing the best, Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep; Weary thou art, next my heart; Sleep, little one, sleep."

I smiled as the child fell asleep; I walked to the stairs and sat down, gently rocking her as I did. "Your heartbeat gave you up," I said, looking up at Daryl, standing at the door, leaning against it; he chuckled and came and sat next to me.

"I can't sneak up on you, can I," Daryl asked, and I shook my head. "Nope," I responded and smiled at him,  "What is on the agenda today," I asked. "Sweeping the lower levels and clearing the generator room," Daryl responded, looking at the baby.

"Want me to go too," I asked, and Daryl shook his head. "Axel and Oscar are getting ready, and Glenn offered to help yesterday; it looks like you got your hands full," Daryl chuckled, and I nodded.

"Beth hadn't slept all night, thought I'd help out," I responded. Daryl chuckled. "You help us a lot," I smiled at him. "You helped me too, you know." Daryl laughed. "Oh yeah, how." I laid my head on his shoulder.

"You gave me a chance; even with what I am, you still let me stay," I responded. Daryl laid his head on mine. "You've been with us for so long; you were a vampire then; it makes no difference now" I chuckled at his response.

"Oh, hey, Sybil," Glenn said, walking in. "Hey, Glenn," I responded and lifted my head off Daryl's shoulder. "I thought Beth had the baby," Glenn said, and I shook my head. "She did, but she told me she hadn't slept, so I took her," I replied, looking at the baby again.

"We should go, get as much done as possible; oh hey, Sybil." Jackal said, walking out with Axel and Oscar behind him, "Hey Jack, look at you being a helpful member," I chuckled, rocking the sleeping baby.

"Not by choice, remember," he responded, laughing. "Actually, it is; I only told you not to harm; you chose to help," I replied, looking over to Daryl. "I'll keep the ruckus down here, be safe," I said, smiling.

"I'll be back soon," Daryl said, then motioned the group to follow; they all filed through a door going deeper into the prison. The room fell silent except for the coos coming from the baby.

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Light began to come in through the windows as I sat there; soon enough, I heard the group begin to stir, as did the infant; I stood up and rocked her like I had seen my mother do.

"Here, let me take her," Beth said, coming up behind me; I nodded and handed the baby to her. "I'm going outside for a bit; I need some fresh air," I said, looking to the hall Daryl would emerge from.

"Okay, You know Daryl will be fine, right" Beth replied, making a bottle. "Yeah, don't worry, I won't be gone long," I replied and walked up the stairs, sliding the metal door open.

I walked down the path until I hit the main fence; walkers began to pile as they saw me; I smiled as I grabbed my dagger and killed them one by one until they fell; I wiped my blade on my pants and put it back in my holder.

I crawled out of the hole cut in the fence and walked to where the bodies were; I grabbed one and pulled it away from the gate; I grabbed two by their arms and drug them to the other, making a pile.

I pulled the last one on the pile and wiped my hands on my pants. "You seem to be doing well" A voice came behind me, making me turn. "Elijah!" I yelled and ran to him, hugging him. He laughed as he hugged me back.

"I thought I'd never see you again," I said, almost crying as I looked up at him. He smiled. "Not a chance," He responded as we pulled away. "What are you doing here," I asked, suddenly skeptical of his visit.

"I needed to find you; Nik told me where he left you, but when I got there, you were gone," he replied; I looked around and saw walkers coming toward us; I grabbed Elijah's hand and pulled him back to the prison.

After Elijah came through, I closed the cut with the red cord, and we walked along the path. "Where did you go," Elijah asked as we walked through the main gate. "Well, first, I ended up at a middle school, Then went to the CDC, then a farm, then bounced around after that, you? I replied.

We sat across from each other at a table in the courtyard. "Mystic Falls," He replied. "I tried to kill Nik; that's why he brought you and Kol to Georgia, but he didn't account for the impending apocalypse," Elijah said stoically.

"Kol killed one of my group, compelled her to kill herself, and then she turned; he better hope I don't see him soon," I replied. "Hey, Sybil, Wait, who's this" Daryl said, walking out of the prison and up to us, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"It's my brother D nothing to worry your head about," I replied, putting my hand on his and looking up at him, smiling. "Not Kol, right," he asked, looking back at me. "we would not be sitting here if it was," I replied as I stood up.

Elijah stood up and held his hand out. "I'm Elijah," He said, and Daryl shook his hand "Daryl," He replied. "Come on, let's go inside," I said, and Daryl tightened his grip on my shoulder. I smiled up at him.

"It's fine; he won't hurt anyone, I promise; I trust him," I said. Daryl dropped his hand from my shoulder, and I grabbed his hand; looking back to my brother, I motioned for him to follow us.

When we walked in, the room fell silent, looking at the newcomer. "Elijah!" Jackal yelled and ran up the stairs. Elijah smiled as he brought Jack into a hug. "Well, I'll be dammed. I haven't seen you in forever." Elijah said, pulling away from the hug, and I laughed, walking with Daryl down the stairs.

Daryl grabbed a bowl of food as Jackal and Elijah walked down the stairs and back to where Jack was standing; Daryl and I went to the stairs and sat down.

Daryl held out his wrist and looked at me as I shook my head, pushing his wrist. "I'm okay, thank you," I said, and Daryl shrugged and began eating. Everyone returned to their conversations, glancing at my brother when they could.

Footsteps made me look up; Rick looked through the metal door "Everybody okay?" He asked, looking around the room. "Yeah, we are," Maggie replied as Rick walked in. Rick stared at Elijah and Jackal, Who gave him a quick nod that Rick returned.

"What about you?" Hershel asked. "I cleared out the boiler block." Rick responded, "How many were there?" Daryl asked, scraping his spoon into the bowl.

"I don't know. A dozen, two dozen." Rick stated, rubbing his head as if he wasn't sure. "I have to get back. Just wanted to check on Carl." Rick said, putting a hand on his son's shoulder

"Rick, we can handle taking out the bodies. You don't have to." Glenn stated, standing up. "No, I do," Rick replied and walked over to Daryl and me. "Everyone have a gun and a knife?" Rick asked. "Yeah. We're running low on ammo, though." Daryl responded.

"Maggie and I were planning on making a run this afternoon. Found a phone book with some places we can hit, look for bullets and formula." Glenn said, and Rick nodded.

"We cleared out the generator room. Axel's there trying to fix it in case of an emergency. We're gonna sweep the lower levels as well, just came to eat," Daryl said, and Rick nodded. "Good, good," Rick said and returned to the door.

"Rick." Hershel beckoned, but Rick ignored him and walked through the door, slamming it as he went. I stood and walked over to Elijah and Jack, who didn't take their eyes off Rick; I looked at Jack, "Is that the first time he's been out since Lori."

Jack nodded. "Glenn went in there while you were gone yesterday, and Rick almost beat him up," Jack replied, and I sighed. "Damnit, He's spirling," I said, looking at the rest of the group and then back to Jackal.

"Sybil, someone needs to take in for Rick while he's like this," Jack said, and I nodded and looked over to Daryl. "Daryl has stepped up, he might not be our leader, but everyone respects him as such," I replied, and Jackal chuckled.

"You might be onto something; if I didn't know any better, I'd say you just want your boyfriend in charge," Jackal said and laughed; I heard Daryl chuckle from behind me. I turned around, "Wanna add something, Dixon" I teased, and he stood up and walked over to me.

"Jack is right. Do you want me in charge" Daryl asked, standing next to me and eating; I shook my head. "No, Rick had done right by me, and just because he has a bad day does not mean we replace him, but this group needs a leader," I replied, and Daryl nodded.

"Only while Rick's out of commission," Daryl replied and walked off. I looked at Jack and Elijah, Jack laughed, and Elijah looked at me curiously. "What," I asked, crossing my arms. Elijah shrugged. "Nothing, I just didn't know you found someone." He said, smirking.

"I haven't seen you in years, sorry," I responded, shrugging, and Elijah chuckled. "It's nice to see you happy; it's refreshing," He replied, smiling. "Yeah, I suppose it is,"  I said, looking over at Daryl, smiling at Lil ass-kicker as he so poetically put it.

"Sybil, Maggie, and Glenn are leaving soon. Do you want to go with them, in case Kol comes from the shadows" Daryl asked, walking back to me; I nodded. "Kol won't be an issue anymore; he's been rather contained," Elijah broke in, looking between Daryl and me.

"Seriously, what happened this time," I asked, looking at my brother. "The usual. Do you remember Katerina?" I nodded slowly. "Petrova?" He nodded. "Niklaus found her doppelganger and broke his curse; he's on edge more than ever these days; it takes next to nothing to set him off," Elijah explained. My breath hitched; I breathed out slowly.

"You mean he's both now; he can turn at will?" I asked. Elijah nodded. "So Kol is in a coffin," I asked, and Elijah nodded. "Matt put the dagger in his chest and left with him to Virginia; I assure you," I nodded. "So why are you here?" I asked, leaning back and resting on Daryl, and he wrapped his arms around me, laying his head on mine.

"Kol told me where you were; I came to bring you back with me," He stated. Daryl froze, and I shook my head. "I don't want to go," I replied, and Elijah nodded. "As you wish," Elijah responded. "I will only be here for a little bit, so if you change your mind, do let me know," Elijah added, and I nodded.

"That is the first time I have ever had a choice in what I do," I said, pulling my head off Daryl's chest and looking at my brother. "You have had your choices stripped away for so long; it's time to change that." Elijah replied, looking at Daryl, "You take care of my little sister." He said, staring at Daryl.

Daryl nodded. "I will; you have nothing to worry about; she's safe," Daryl said; Daryl kissed me on the top of my head and walked off. I looked over, and Glenn and Maggie were grabbing weapons."You leaving soon." I asked, and Glenn nodded. "We need to leave and get back before dark; wanna walk us out," Maggie said, zipping up her bag and slinging it over her shoulder.

I nodded and motioned the other two vampires to follow; we walked up the steps and out into the courtyard; Maggie and Glenn put their supplies in a car and started it; Elijah and I walked down the path, meeting them at the gate; Jackal stayed behind.

"Be back soon, okay?" I said before I opened the gate, and Glenn nodded as he and maggie drove off, leaving the safety of the prison behind. I closed the gate replacing the lock, and Elijah and I walked back to where Jackal stood.

The feeling in the pit of my stomach was unsettling, to say the least.

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• Your New Partner Gets Jealous •

The warm, late-afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the open-air trading company, and the laughter spilling from Jackal and Mage’s corner could be heard even over the bustling sounds of the Topaz Market.

Jackal had Mage in his arms, cradled in an exaggerated bridal style as he tried to mimic the description from the book they’d both been reading. His accent thickened as he spoke dramatically, "Jackal not understand. Book says knee by face! But look, *snowbunny,* knee is…not by face!"

Mage was laughing so hard her sides hurt, clutching the book to her chest. "Maybe you’re doing it wrong! Hold me like this—no, wait, it says he twists her *this* way!" She squirmed to demonstrate, which only made Jackal stagger a bit, pretending she was heavier than she was.

"Jackal is strong! Stronger than book man, but this twist? No sense! See!" He lifted her higher and dipped her down like he was trying to spin her mid-air.

Mage shrieked, her squeals echoing across the stall. "Put me down! Put me down!" she managed through fits of laughter, flailing as Jackal carefully set her back on her feet.

"Again!" Jackal declared, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her with mock seriousness. "Jackal *must* get it right. For the art of book romance!" Mage let out another startled scream, laughing uncontrollably as she swatted at him. "You’re the worst! I’m gonna drop the book!"

By now, they were both laughing so hard they could barely stand straight, tears streaming down Mage’s face as she wiped at her eyes. "How is her knee by his face? I’m so confused! It’s impossible!"

Jackal set her down with a grin that stretched ear to ear, wiping at his own face dramatically. "Maybe book woman is *acrobatic?* Flexible like desert snake!" He gave a playful hiss, which only made Mage burst into another round of giggles.

Meanwhile, near the counter, Lozo and Vione watched the scene with varying degrees of amusement. Vione leaned casually against a stack of crates, arms crossed as he smirked. "They’re a riot. I’ve never seen Mage laugh that hard."

Lozo nodded, his tone drier. "Yeah, it’s annoying how well they get along."

Standing stiffly nearby, Mage’s partner glared at the pair, their brooding silence as loud as the laughter across the stall. Their arms were crossed, jaw clenched as their dark eyes flicked between Mage’s beaming smile and Jackal’s carefree grin.

"Someone looks jealous," Vione teased, nudging Lozo with his elbow and jerking his chin toward the partner.

Lozo snorted. "Jealous is putting it lightly. They look like they’re about to explode."

"Can’t blame them, though," Vione said with a shrug, watching as Jackal spun Mage one last time, earning another loud squeal. "Jackal and Mage? They just…click."

Lozo rolled his eyes but didn’t disagree. "Yeah, well, try telling that to the storm brewing over here."

Jackal, oblivious to—or perhaps delighting in—the brooding figure watching them, set Mage down once more with an exaggerated flourish. "Jackal is best book man now, no? Next time, Jackal carry you *like hero saves princess.* You like that?"

Mage, still laughing, swatted at him with the book. "No! No more lifting! I’m gonna have a heart attack from all the screaming!"

Across the way, Mage’s partner finally broke their silence with a sharp exhale, muttering under their breath. Vione tilted his head, grinning. "Careful. Your jealousy’s showing."

The partner shot him a glare, but Vione just laughed, leaning back with a shrug.

Lozo smirked, giving Vione a sidelong glance. "Think we should give Jackal a little push?"

Vione’s grin widened. "Absolutely."