#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

[lucin-kun]

So basically-

No I will not elaborate

Exactly

[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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[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!

[white-poppie]

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐚!𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞

Character: Mafia!Sakusa x Civillian!Reader (Based on the poll) Genre: Mafia AU, Yandere Warnings: blood WC: 0.5k+ Writer:@white-poppie

~ Synopsis: "When Sakusa meets a kind and fearless stranger with similar taste, he can't help but fulfil their rather vicious desires."

~ Note: This is very rushed! My exams are starting soon and I wanted to gift something to you guys before I vanish *poof*

Sakusa was a level-headed man. Smart, cunning and sometimes even manipulative if he might. It wasn't a choice, it was a necessity in the profession he was in.

But right now he was submerged in the twilight zone of obsession and desire. Since he met you, he hasn’t been himself.

Sakura Kiyoomi, the leader of the Japanese Yakuza faction called ‘The Black Jackals’ has a history of distaste for humans in general. He is just slightly concerned about his hygiene and health. As a child, he suffered from a weak immune system. Therefore, as he grew older and the responsibility of the gang came upon his shoulders, he had to be even more cautious about getting sick.

He first saw you at a museum he was visiting. He liked to see his crime scene before committing the crime. He was casually looking at the pieces until one of them caught his eye. A fierce-looking woman in a black dress stood on a medieval balcony looking towards the sky. Her eyes were red and distant and her beauty was so enthralling, one could almost ignore the blood on her figure.

It was spellbinding, the way he automatically moved closer to the frame, until his chest came into contact with something soft. He looked down to see a person, brows scrunched up in distaste, but with a very unkind smile on their face.

"Apologies," he said gruffly and you were taken aback by how melodic his voice sounded unlike his clothes, which looked like he had walked straight out of a 12-year-old girl's fantasy.

"It's fine," you sighed, "you may have to be the second one mesmerized by Madame Hien's beauty."

He tilted his head in question.

"The painting," you replied. "It's called 'Madame Hien'."

He looked back up at the painting. Such exquisite artwork, surely anyone would be enamoured by it, but why were only the two of you there?

"You said the second one. What is that supposed to mean?"

You smiled and looked ahead. "Madame Hien has a reputation for being cursed." You crossed your elbows and looked back at him.

He piped, "aren't you scared?"

"What is there to be scared of? Its a painting, art is supposed to make the comfortable uncomfortable. The artist wanted to make it famous by spreading this rumour however unlike other 'haunted paintings', luck didn't side this one. It didn't become famous."

A deep laugh reverberated through his chest. "such a shame, a masterpiece like this in a secluded corner of a tiny museum owned by the government."

You chuckled at his words, "You talk like an anti-communist during the world wars."

He crossed his hands behind his back, "It's a shame really, this painting deserves so much more than this."

You sighed longingly, "sometimes I wish it had a better place to exist."

You look at her black dress, "wish someone would be kind enough to steal it from this godforsaken place."

He smirked and looked towards you, "for an ideal citizen , you talk really dark."

You smiled and answered, "perhaps, law is there to break anyways."

"So hypothetically if I ever plan on doing something illegal, can I count you in?"

"A hundred percent!" you laughed and fished for your business car, "feel free to call me if you ever want to do something illegal."

Sakusa was hesitant to feel another human's touch, but he agreed, "got you."

You looked at your watch in a hurry, "oh no I have a meeting in an hour!"

Quickly you started heading towards the gate, before stopping dead in your tracks, "wait I never asked your name."

He hesitated as he stared at the floor quietly. "Kiyoomi." He said without mentioning his family name.

You flashed him a smile, "Y/N L/N."

BREAKING NEWS: 'Minor painting in the city museum was stolen. The painting titled, 'Madame Hein' which was infamous for cursing those who saw it, has been stolen. The bizarre fact os that the CCTV footage of the entire day of the museum has been erased completely. The thief left the following message graffitied on the museum wall where the painting used to be.

"It's in a better place now, stranger. See you soon." -- K

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[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

[eddieredmayneargentinablog]

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:

[our-future-is-up-to-us-2]

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. 

[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-

[teavocationmagic]

3.5k into a tattoo artist!sakusa smut piece that was meant to be, like, 1k max lmao what is wrong with me

but consider sakusa, scowly and looming and always in loose black cargo pants that have no business making this nerd's waist look that good, the artist at black jackal that you definitely want for his designs, but not at all for his bedside manner. he's a little too blunt to be gentle, not the way shouyo or meian are, and his jokes are a little too cutting and teasing to be a comforting distraction, not the way atsumu charms his way through appointments. he's fucking great, and he gets great reviews, but meian makes sure the appointments with nervous clients get shifted someone else's way, only sending tattoo veterans sakusa's way.

and you're scared as hell but also fucking determined to get this tattoo, because you've been thinking about it for too long and shouyo has already gone and helped design it for you, and you are going to do it.

but atsumu calls in sick and shouyo's covering his slot and the schedules have all collided and collapsed in a way that the only person who can cover your appointment is now one sakusa kiyoomi, the intimidating grouch you met when shouyo first started at black jackal. you've never seen him smile, never seen him do anything but glare daggers at atsumu from the corner, and avoid coming out of his studio at the back of the shop like a kid who doesn't want to come out of their room.

and you're ready to fully puke on the floor of his studio, expecting him to be a grade-a asshole and for this to be the longest and loneliest experience of your life, but he's. not?? he's blunt and he still hasn't smiled, but the way he asks permission before he positions you to better access your inner arm and the quiet comfort of him laughing at your nervous attempts at conversation, the absolutely beautiful designs he has pinned neatly to the walls of his studio - it all coalesces into this warm, fuzzy little pocket for the two of you to share for the next thirty minutes.

and suddenly you're realizing that he's really pretty when he's not scowling (and even when he is tbh) and how nice your name sounds in his low voice, and everytime his hands glide over your skin, even through the nitrile gloves, the pleasant buzz they leave behind sinks right into your bone marrow. and suddenly you don't want him to be done in thirty minutes, you don't want him to ever stop putting his hands on you, and you want to waste his time and ask him about the designs on the wall, and when he started art, and why he chose tattooing over traditional art because you're pretty sure that that gorgeous acrylic in the corner is his work, but he finishes and he walks you through the aftercare with a bit more of that deadpan teasing (and that's not the kind of aftercare you fucking want him to walk you through damn it-)

so two weeks later, on a day that shouyo isn't even at work, you turn up with two coffees in hand (was it weird to note how he liked it when he had one on his desk when you came in?? will he notice???) and tell him you want that design on his wall that you wanted to ask him about so badly

oh and you have sex for sure as well

[sidecharactersdomatter]

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!

[the-chronicle-of-holy-days]

Day 2

Liber LXV Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente

IV

O crystal heart! I the Serpent clasp Thee; I drive home mine head into the central core of Thee, O God my beloved.

Even as on the resounding wind-swept heights of Mitylene some god-like woman casts aside the lyre, and with her locks aflame as an aureole, plunges into the wet heart of the creation, so I, O Lord my God!

There is a beauty unspeakable in this heart of corruption, where the flowers are aflame.

Ah me! but the thirst of Thy joy parches up this throat, so that I cannot sing.

I will make me a little boat of my tongue, and explore the unknown rivers. It may be that the everlasting salt may turn to sweetness, and that my life may be no longer athirst.

O ye that drink of the brine of your desire, ye are nigh to madness! Your torture increaseth as ye drink, yet still ye drink. Come up through the creeks to the fresh water; I shall be waiting for you with my kisses.

As the bezoar-stone that is found in the belly of the cow, so is my lover among lovers.

O honey boy! Bring me Thy cool limbs hither! Let us sit awhile in the orchard, until the sun go down! Let us feast on the cool grass! Bring wine, ye slaves, that the cheeks of my boy may flush red.

In the garden of immortal kisses, O thou brilliant One, shine forth! Make Thy mouth an opium-poppy, that one kiss is the key to the infinite sleep and lucid, the sleep of Shi-loh-am.

In my sleep I beheld the Universe like a clear crystal without one speck.

There are purse-proud penniless ones that stand at the door of the tavern and prate of their feats of wine-bibbing.

There are purse-proud penniless ones that stand at the door of the tavern and revile the guests.

The guests dally upon couches of mother-of-pearl in the garden; the noise of the foolish men is hidden from them.

Only the inn-keeper feareth lest the favour of the king be withdrawn from him.

Thus spake the Magister V.V.V.V.V. unto Adonai his God, as they played together in the starlight over against the deep black pool that is in the Holy Place of the Holy House beneath the Altar of the Holiest One.

But Adonai laughed, and played more languidly.

Then the scribe took note, and was glad. But Adonai had no fear of the Magician and his play.

For it was Adonai who had taught all his tricks to the Magician.

And the Magister entered into the play of the Magician. When the Magician laughed he laughed; all as a man should do.

And Adonai said: Thou art enmeshed in the web of the Magician. This He said subtly, to try him.

But the Magister gave the sign of the Magistry, and laughed back on Him: O Lord, O beloved, did these fingers relax on Thy curls, or these eyes turn away from Thine eye?

And Adonai delighted in him exceedingly.

Yea, O my master, thou art the beloved of the Beloved One; the Bennu Bird is set up in Philæ not in vain.

I who was the priestess of Ahathoor rejoice in your love. Arise, O Nile-God, and devour the holy place of the Cow of Heaven! Let the milk of the stars be drunk up by Sebek the dweller of Nile!

Arise, O serpent Apep, Thou art Adonai the beloved one! Thou art my darling and my lord, and Thy poison is sweeter than the kisses of Isis the mother of the Gods!

For Thou art He! Yea, Thou shalt swallow up Asi and Asar, and the children of Ptah. Thou shalt pour forth a flood of poison to destroy the works of the Magician. Only the Destroyer shall devour Thee; Thou shalt blacken his throat, wherein his spirit abideth. Ah, serpent Apep, but I love Thee!

My God! Let Thy secret fang pierce to the marrow of the little secret bone that I have kept against the Day of Vengeance of Hoor-Ra. Let Kheph-Ra sound his sharded drone! let the jackals of Day and Night howl in the wilderness of Time! let the Towers of the Universe totter, and the guardians hasten away! For my Lord hath revealed Himself as a mighty serpent, and my heart is the blood of His body.

I am like a love-sick courtesan of Corinth. I have toyed with kings and captains, and made them my slaves. To-day I am the slave of the little asp of death; and who shall loosen our love?

Weary, weary! saith the scribe, who shall lead me to the sight of the Rapture of my master?

The body is weary and the soul is sore weary and sleep weighs down their eyelids; yet ever abides the sure consciousness of ecstacy, unknown, yet known in that its being is certain. O Lord, be my helper, and bring me to the bliss of the Beloved!

I came to the house of the Beloved, and the wine was like fire that flieth with green wings through the world of waters.

I felt the red lips of nature and the black lips of perfection. Like sisters they fondled me their little brother; they decked me out as a bride; they mounted me for Thy bridal chamber.

They fled away at Thy coming; I was alone before Thee.

I trembled at Thy coming, O my God, for Thy messenger was more terrible than the Death-star.

On the threshold stood the fulminant figure of Evil, the Horror of emptiness, with his ghastly eyes like poisonous wells. He stood, and the chamber was corrupt; the air stank. He was an old and gnarled fish more hideous than the shells of Abaddon.

He enveloped me with his demon tentacles; yea, the eight fears took hold upon me.

But I was anointed with the right sweet oil of the Magister; I slipped from the embrace as a stone from the sling of a boy of the woodlands.

I was smooth and hard as ivory; the horror gat no hold. Then at the noise of the wind of Thy coming he was dissolved away, and the abyss of the great void was unfolded before me.

Across the waveless sea of eternity Thou didst ride with Thy captains and Thy hosts; with Thy chariots and horsemen and spearmen didst Thou travel through the blue.

Before I saw Thee Thou wast already with me; I was smitten through by Thy marvellous spear.

I was stricken as a bird by the bolt of the thunderer; I was pierced as the thief by the Lord of the Garden.

O my Lord, let us sail upon the sea of blood!

There is a deep taint beneath the ineffable bliss; it is the taint of generation.

Yea, though the flower wave bright in the sunshine, the root is deep in the darkness of earth.

Praise to thee, O beautiful dark earth, thou art the mother of a million myriads of myriads of flowers.

Also I beheld my God, and the countenance of Him was a thousandfold brighter than the lightning. Yet in his heart I beheld the slow and dark One, the ancient one, the devourer of His children.

In the height and the abyss, O my beautiful, there is no thing, verily, there is no thing at all, that is not altogether and perfectly fashioned for Thy delight.

Light cleaveth unto Light, and filth to filth; with pride one contemneth another. But not Thou, who art all, and beyond it; who art absolved from the Division of the Shadows.

O day of Eternity, let Thy wave break in foamless glory of sapphire upon the laborious coral of our making!

We have made us a ring of glistening white sand, strewn wisely in the midst of the Delightful Ocean.

Let the palms of brilliance flower upon our island; we shall eat of their fruit, and be glad.

But for me the lustral water, the great ablution, the dissolving of the soul in that resounding abyss.

I have a little son like a wanton goat; my daughter is like an unfledged eaglet; they shall get them fins, that they may swim.

That they may swim, O my beloved, swim far in the warm honey of Thy being, O blessed one, O boy of beatitude!

This heart of mine is girt about with the serpent that devoureth his own coils.

When shall there be an end, O my darling, O when shall the Universe and the Lord thereof be utterly swallowed up?

Nay! who shall devour the Infinite? who shall undo the Wrong of the Beginning?

Thou criest like a white cat upon the roof of the Universe; there is none to answer Thee.

Thou art like a lonely pillar in the midst of the sea; there is none to behold Thee, O Thou who beholdest all!

Thou dost faint, thou dost fail, thou scribe; cried the desolate Voice; but I have filled thee with a wine whose savour thou knowest not.

It shall avail to make drunken the people of the old gray sphere that rolls in the infinite Far-off; they shall lap the wine as dogs that lap the blood of a beautiful courtesan pierced through by the Spear of a swift rider through the city.

I too am the Soul of the desert; thou shalt seek me yet again in the wilderness of sand.

At thy right hand a great lord and a comely; at thy left hand a woman clad in gossamer and gold and having the stars in her hair. Ye shall journey far into a land of pestilence and evil; ye shall encamp in the river of a foolish city forgotten; there shall ye meet with Me.

There will I make Mine habitation; as for bridal will I come bedecked and anointed; there shall the Consummation be accomplished.

O my darling, I also wait for the brilliance of the hour ineffable, when the universe shall be like a girdle for the midst of the ray of our love, extending beyond the permitted end of the endless One.

Then, O thou heart, will I the serpent eat thee wholly up; yea, I will eat thee wholly up

Oooh my this is MY chapter from top to bottom ✨✨✨ this year’s favorite is with bold

Tarot card source: https://www.weasyl.com/~blackantlers/submissions/124594/tarot-on-growth-decay

[genshinfanboy]

His Magic

|Hello everyone. I got this idea from several artist I follow posting non-genshin art. It got me thinking about this. This will be an au that involves witches and familiars. Modern technology does exist but is ran by magic instead of electricity. If you want more from this au feel free to send in an ask for hcs with certain characters or for me to write for a character in this au, or just more information in general. As I always say feel free to change the pronouns to match your own. I hope you enjoy and have a lovely day or or night.

Scenario: In a world of magic there are witches beings with the ability to possess magic. Witches tend to have a familiar a life long companion who is there to help and protect them. Familiars have two forms a human form and an animal form. They have a soulmate connection with the witch they are supposed to be with. When a familiar pact is formed with a witch the familiar, if the witch is their destined one the familiar will be able to feel the witches heart beat.

Cyno, Kazuha, and Tighnari(Separately) x a Gender Neutral Reader.

Warnings: mild angst, minor spoiler(?) and super long.|

Cyno (familiar):

Cyno had grown up with a witch they were his best friend and one of the most important people in his life. He was a familiar and had hoped for awhile that (Name) would make a pact with him. They had already been together for a long time what is the rest of their life. The day came where (Name) was being pressured by their parents to find a familiar. The two were barely adults. Their magic was growing out of control. Cyno approached them with and saw they seemed stressed out.

"Is everything ok?" He asked. They looked at him before shaking their head no. "My magic is becoming too much to be stored in my body. I'm constantly getting pestered by my parents to find a familiar. I don't want to find a familiar and find out I'm not their soulmate. I'd get too attached and wouldn't want to leave me for another witch. As you know our connections are special. We are ment to take care and protect each other." They rambled with their face in their hands.

In truth they really didn't even want to make a pact. It's what they were told to do. Over the years they knew cyno they seemed to of forgotten the fact he was a familiar. They were too busy hiding their face to notice their friend come and look at their spell book. It was open to a familiar summon page. The spell is typically used by witches who need a familiar fast. It summons a temporary familiar who isn't bound to anyone and is happy to work with the witch.

Cyno had to repress a growl that wanted to come out when he saw the page. He shut the spell book making them uncover their face. They looked at him surprised. "Cyno Why'd you close it? It took me ages to find that spell!" They said with a frown. "Make a pact with me instead. I haven't ever bonded with a witch before but I'd rather be your familiar than some temporary one." He stated in such a matter of fact way it seemed to make their eyes widen.

Cyno always liked the color of their eyes. He just liked them in general. They always treated him nice too. When they were young the other kids tended to be afraid of him. They claimed jackal familiars were violent and savage. He never hurt anyone who didn't do something wrong to begin with. He worked with the high magic counsel to protect both witches and familiars from harm and deadly situations.

However (Name) was always kind to him. They always sought him out when others would quiver in fear at him glancing their way. He has always been a man of few words. In middle school when he met his other witch friend Tighnari and was told his jokes weren't funny. They still laughed and smiled at some of them. Even when Tighnari told (Name) not to encourage his jokes.

"I could never do that to you cyno. I don't want to trap you and take you away from your work. I'm still an apprentice witch at the akademiya after all....." They were about to continue going but were quieted by him. "I want to know if you're my destined one. Please allow me to be selfish this once and make a pact with me." He said gently taking their hand into his. Cyno saw their thought through a series of expressions they were making. It made him frown. Had he been in his jackal form his tail and ears would've dropped.

After what felt like forever in them making their choice they gave a sigh. "How mad would you be if I tried choosing someone else?" They asked. Cyno tried and failed to repress the growl he felt this time. They stood up and pat his head. "Fine but promise me you'll break the contract if I'm not your soulmate. I'd rather you be able to find them." They said giving him a smile. Cyno quickly nodded.

The familiar contract was quickly cast. (Name) seemed hesitant and unsure but followed through. After they cast the contract cyno could hear a rapid thumping sound. He looked around confused at first. He was in his jackal form because of how the contract is casted. He felt some of their magic in his body. His tail started moving uncontrollably when he realized the sound. They sat on the ground casting the spell for the first time must've made them tired. He walked over placing his upper body on their lap.

Their parents rushed in and saw them with Cyno on their lap in his jackal form. "(Name) you finally made a familiar contract? With a Jackal familiar too." Their father said not recognizing their childhood friend. His tail was still swaying happily. He figured they were his destined one even if they weren't he wouldn't tell them but he could hear their heart beat perfectly. "Well this is only if I'm Cyno's soulmate." They quickly explained to their parents. Who were now staring wide eyed at the two.

That was years ago now. He was their familiar and they were his soulmate. They had graduated from the akademiya. They worked on sevrral projects at a time. Cyno walked into their study and saw they hadn't taken a break. They had been working on a new healing potions for those who got injured. He still had his job with the magic counsel but worked less hours. He crossed his arms and walked over.

"Love it's time to take a break. You've been there since I left this morning. I know you haven't taken a break cause the honeyed dates and water I brought you before I left haven't been touched." He said placing a hand on their shoulder. They seemed so absorbed in the project they didn't realize he was back. Because they jumped startled when his hand met their shoulder.

Cyno frowned as he heard their heart beat become fast and rapid. He saw they were about to protest and picked them up effortlessly. "Cyno put me down I'm so close." They whined but to him they just looked exhausted and no closer than they did earlier. He held them close and took them to their bed. "Rest first finish it later. " He said setting them down. It seemed they fell asleep the moment their head hit the pillow. He gave a sigh. He has such a careless witch. He was glad there was no other familiar meant for them.

The next day (Name) woke up confused. They didn't remember much after Cyno picked them up. Speaking of Cyno they didn't feel him anywhere. They jolted out of bed concerned. He was always near when they woke up and felt panicked he was gone. Then they noticed a letter on their night stand. They quickly glanced over it and found out Cyno had to leave earlier. They frowned at the thought of not seeing his beautiful sunset like eyes first thing.

They looked at the time and realized it was noon the next day. They gave a yawn and was slightly glad Cyno made them take a break. They stretched and got up to get ready for the day. They missed the message Cyno sent them asking if everything was on. He always seemed to know when their heart speeds up. They quickly responded before they heard him opening the door.

They quickly went to greet him. Their eyes widened as they saw the exhaustion in his eyes. They rushed over. "Cyno are you alright?" They asked worried. He nodded remaining quiet. They patted his head and pulled him into a hug. "I'll make us some food and we can just relax ok?" They said with a soft smile. He nodded. This was a common routine between them.

Kazuha(witch) :

Kazuha was out walking through the forest to return to his home when he found a little creature that seemed injured. He picked it up and noticed it was cold to the touch. He was definitely worried for the little one. He gently and carefully took them back to his home. He wrapped the little (hair color) cat up in a blanket after he took care of any injuries with his magic.

Kazuha could sense they were different than regular cats. This person must be a familiar. He waited for them to wake up for he could find out more about them and what happened. He pulled out a note book and started composing some poems. He was just going to do nothing while waiting for them to wake up. After a few hours he heard movement and looked over to the small cat watching their movements. They seemed confused and disoriented.

"Are you ok little cat? I found you a bit roughed up and was worried you had gotten into some kind of fight. Please don't be afraid I have no intentions of harming you." Kazuha said in a steady tone. His crimson eyes watching their movements carefully. The cat seem to relax from his words. It helped he casted a calming spell as well. They seemed hesitant to do anything still. "If you're a familiar and able to tell me what happened I'd be happy to make us come food and listen." He gave a kind reassuring smile.

The cat contemplated for a moment. "How do I know this isn't a trap?" They asked. "I'm not rather fond of traps. I am just a traveling witch. I go to and fro place to place. I happened to find you while coming back to my current residence. My name is Kaedehara Kazuha. I can't make you believe my words but I mean no ill intent." He said keeping his distance. He wanted to give them a chance to leave if they so desired.

(Name) watched the witch with narrowed eyes. They were very hesitant to trust witches. After a group of their kind were the reason not that long ago they had collapsed. It was because they refused to make a familiar contract with one person of the group. The worst part was they knew the witches forever. They watched as Kazuha made no movements. Their instincts were telling them he was fine but they were still hesitant.

"I'm going to get up and go make some tea would you like some? I'd prefer it if you didn't leave as I couldn't heal all of your injuries fully but I won't stop you if that is what you wish." Kazuha stated. They watched him stand. They raised an eye brow at the way he went the to the kitchen. His movements were nearly silent. (Name) decided to get up and follow him into the kitchen. He was very soft spoken and seemed kind. "So why are you being so kind of me? Won't your familiar get upset I'm here?" They asked as they followed him in the kitchen.

Kazuha shook his head no. "You had no signs of being malicious or anything. There is nothing wrong with aiding a being in need. I don't have a familiar as of this moment but I'm not pressed to get one either. As time progresses if I am meant to have one I will. You're welcome to travel with me or go back to wherever you need to. I just wish to make sure you're healed before I send you off." He answered boiling some water.

(Name) decided to stay with Kazuha for now. He was strange but still charming. They were curious about him. As time progressed with them by his side they didn't wish to leave it. He never pushed them away or anything and was rather kind to them even in their human form. He was musically talented as well as poetic. He was quite handsome and charming too. Before either of them knew it they spent a year together. They traveled place to place and gained new experiences.

One day while Kazuha was writing a poem he had (Name) on his lap in their cat form. "Hey Kazuha." They started. He put his full attention on them. "Yes (Name)? He answered with a smile. "Would you consider making a familiar contract with me? Most witches I know are terrible but you're different I wish to stay by your side." They mumbled quietly hoping he wouldn't hear. He gave a small laugh their attempt was rather endearing. "If that is what you wish I'd be happy to comply and make you my familiar." He stated giving their head a pat. He cast the familiar contract spell.

Kazuha smiled gently when they turned to their human form. He preferred this form a lot. As he had grown rather fond of them. He noticed a faint red dusting their delicate face. He leaned closer with a smile. "Oh do I happen to be your soulmate as well as your witch no? What is it like? Familiars tend to not share with witches how they know who their soulmate is. I'd love to find out." There was slight teasing tone in his voice. They stammered out something as an excuse but it was rather incoherent. They covered their reddening face to hide it from his view. He gave a small frown at their action.

"Well if I'm not your soulmate we can break the contract and search for your soulmate on our next travel." He stated teasing ever so slightly. The way their hands moved from covering their face to holding his hands made him feel regretful for teasing. "I'm sorry (Name) I was just joking. I don't want to give up someone who as nice and lovely as you." He said holding their hands in his. He seemed amused to see their face darken with their blush.

(Name) looked away from Kazuha and at the ground. To think the witch that protected them and saved them was their destined one. His heart beat was a steady and smooth as his voice. "You are my soulmate but telling you how I know is extremely embarrassing I'd rather not." They mumbled quietly. He gave a patient and happy smile. "Then take your time and tell me when and if you wish." He said tilting their chin up to look at him.

After the contract was made (Name) noticed Kazuha had become more flirtatious and silvered tongue around them it made their mind and heart race. However with his actions whenever they made some physical contact they were able to hear his heart raced. They two had a fairly standard routine for how they travel and spend the days and nights. Their lives had become entangled with each other.

The one day Kazuha didn't wake up with you by his side he nearly lost his mind. They could feel his heart speeding up. They hope he calms down when he finds their note they didn't want him to panic. They wanted to surprise him with a gift for everything he had done for them. They had to wait until a night he had gotten drunk and fallen asleep to not wake him up after all.

As they made their way back home they still felt his heart racing in panic. (Name) hoped Kazuha was still at their shared home. They heard his voice calling their name with concern. They saw him up ahead on the path. With his keen sense of hearing he seemed to of hear their footsteps. He rushed over to them and hugged them tightly. "I was so worried when I awoken and you were no where to be found. Why didn't you leave me a note or something?" He asked pulling away and looking into their eyes. They gave an apologetic smile. "I wanted to surprise you with a gift for everything." They answered pulling out a lyre. "There is no need for that. Merely being with you and being able to wake up by my side is all I could ask for." He said kissing their forehead.

Tighnari (Witch):

Tighnari was a very diligent person. He lived in the forest taking care of the various flora and fauna. Recently he had taken on a familiar apprentice after they had brought an adventurer to him. The adventurer was passed out because they consumed an inedible mushroom. After they wanted to learn about taking care of different plants and species. At first they were a stranger to him.

Tighnari was reluctant at first but found they were a diligent worker. They were also as passionate as him when it came to plants. In their animal form they were a small fennec fox with a (hair color) coat. When they told him their name some old memories had clicked for him. The two had met as little kids but he was positive that (Name) didn't remember him. It made him a bit irritated to think about but never let them know. After all they had made a silly little promise back then too. It was if they got taller than him he'd have to marry them.

He didn't mind the company and they could relate with his fox features when they were in their animal form. It was a toss up if he was going to be a familiar or a witch because of his parents. He turned out to be a witch with permanent familiar features. Not that he minded but it was quite a rare occurance. He found teasing (Name) was quite fun on occasions as well.

Tighnari also admittedly had liked (Name) for a long time. A really long time he wanted their promise to remain in the past cause while they were small in their animal form they were quite a bit taller than him. He was outside making some observations on the conditions of the local wildlife. He noticed a large infestation of a non-native flower recently. He made notes on the spread and what would be the best way to deal with the infestation.

"Hey Tighnari you should take a break and come eat some lunch you've been at this all morning." (Name) called from his home. He looked over at them and noticed a look in their eyes. It was as if they had something to tell him. He gathered up his notebook and stuff. "I'll be there in one moment. Go ahead and start eating without me" He called back. He gathered a quick sample from the flowers before heading in. He saw them waiting for him. He could smell the scent of mushroom stew. There was definitely something they wanted to tell him. They only made him this stew on special occasions or when there was something they wanted to tell him and it wasn't a special occasion.

"So out with it. You're clearly have something to say to me. It's better to address it before we share a meal." He stated crossing his arms. He did not expect their surprised expression. "Don't tell me you forgotten about what day it is?" They asked with their (eye color) eyes wide. Tighnari looked confused expression. He couldn't remember anything special about today. Though he was having to concentrate more on suppressing his excess magic.

He was about to go look at their calendar but was stopped by his apprentice/ friend. "Tighnari it's your birthday." They said with a laugh. He felt his face heat up and he looked away. "My mind has been preoccupied with other things as of recently. Plus at a certain point it just becomes another day." He saw their smile drop to a look of concern. "Are you ok? Are you getting sick? You're rather good with remembering dates and events." They said.

Tighnari jumped back when he had felt their hand on his forehead. His heart was racing so fast in his chest. It made him glad he didn't have a familiar contract with the familiar destined for him. "What on earth are you doing? You've been my apprentice for awhile now. Checking someone's temperature with your hand can be ineffective. We have a thermometer use that first to check temperatures. I'm also just fine and not running a fever." Tighnari scolded. His face was completely red. He had grabbed onto his tail in order to stop it's movement. He looked away from them embarrassed.

"I'm glad you're ok. Also happy birthday. I'll also be heading to the desert for a few days. Cyno offered to take me to see something." They said seeming less concerned. Tighnari felt his ears drop but couldn't care much. He was saddened to think about them leaving. He couldn't join them because he can't stand heat very well. They seemed to of noticed the minor drop in his mood.

"Hey Tighnari it's ok. I'll be back in hopefully a week or less. Plus I still plan on eating lunch with you. It's your special day after all. I want to spend time with you but the gift I wanna get you is in the desert. Wait for me to get back?" They said with a smile. Tighnari now wasn't in much of a mood to eat. He couldn't convince them to stay. He knew better since they are extremely stubborn. He got some of the soup and the two ate in silence. Was he being petty? Perhaps but what does that matter. He'd happily just take their company as a gift.

After they had been gone for 5 days there was a really bad storm that occurred. He must have the worst luck as he managed to get struck by lightning during the storm. Tighnari was now forced rest. He had managed to keep his mind off them leaving him for a bit by keeping himself busy from when he woke up until he went to bed. His tail flicked in irritation. He decided he was going to ask them to be his familiar so he won't be left alone again. It'd also help to have a contract to control his magic.

Tighnari managed to fall asleep while resting he was unaware that (Name) came home. They were in their animal form to make less noise. They were carrying a golden rose as Tighnari always talked about them when the two were kids. They didn't see him outside nor hear him. As they made their way through the house they heard light snores. They quickly transformed to their human form and rushed to his room. Tighnari was rarely sick and took naps even less. They knocked on his door.

He didn't respond so they opened the door and saw him all bandaged up. They felt their heart pick up in pace. They rushed over long forgetting the rose they dropped. "Tighnari wake up." They said gently shaking him. When his bi colored eyes opened and saw them they seemed less panicked. Since he seemed as if he wasn't in pain or at least he wasn't until he jumped up hugging them. "Tighnari what happened?" They asked trying not to freak out.

"I was struck by lightning during a storm. I'm ok. What matters is you're back. I was worried sick about you." Tighnari was about to go off on a lecture but they beat him too it. "You need to get a familiar. Your magic has been acting up for awhile. Had you got one you would've been able to heal yourself easily by now. I'll happily take the role if you'll allow it." They said worried.

"I'm fine calm down...." Tighnari started before he processed what they said at the end. "Well if you are that insistent on becoming my familiar you'll need to turn into your little fox form and I can cast the contract." He said. This was a wonderful way to wake up from his nap. They seemed a little embarrassed realizing what they just declared. "Don't force yourself though if you didn't mean it" He said before they transformed. "I want to do it so long as you promise me it won't harm you cause I can wait. After all we have plenty of time you promised to marry me if I grew taller than you." They said with a worried look.

"Oh so you did remember me and just haven't said anything up until now? I don't know if I want a familiar that hides the truth from me." Tighnari said watching their ears drop and their head lowered. He stood up with seemed to bring back their concern. He kneeled down and picked them up. "Calm down I'm joking" he said before casting the contract spell. He noticed a shift in their demeanor. Their ears were straight up and their tail wagging uncontrollably. "Oh I must be your soulmate from that reaction I'll have to learn to control my heart beat." Tighnari said holding them in his arms.

"So what did you have to go all the way to the desert to go get?" Tighnari said. He watched their eyes widened in realization. "I was so worried about you I dropped the golden rose." They said trying to wiggle out of his arms. He just held them closer. He walked towards the door to go look for the flower. He looked surprised when finding it. He picked up with a smile. "Can't believe you went to find me one because I was obsessed with a story about it as a child. That was reckless." Tighnari stated shaking his head in disbelief. Looks like there's no getting rid of him for them.