#tempest the jackal

[specialistmj]

My boy got a glowup :D having to deal with his dads divorce he believes a lot of Infinite's hatred for Sonic is because he ruined their relationship so Tempest tries his best to help his dad destroy him or smth <333

@sonic-fankid-showdown

[toristhejacka-is-at-cutiehut]

Remember when people used to call her Tempest like in My Little Pony G4 The Movie (I love G4 but HATE that movie I love tempest my pony and her song though)

[nordiccowgirl]

Some more fankid stuff! (Plus Kassim because he's my blorboest blorbo rn)

1. Paradox and Tempest have a weird relationship that's evolved in my brain since I first started drawing them lol. They're....platonic soulmates with benefits who also fight each other all the time?? Like if Sonic and Shadow never got married in my AU. Paradox is usually the one with all the manic energy who suplexes Tempest when his guard is down but sometimes she just comes close to choking him out because she loves him so much.

2. This is Mori, my Espilver fankid. They are a desperado menace to society who may or may not end up having a toxic THING with Tempest lol. They definitely have a situationship going on with my Whispangle fankid (art to come), Aubrey.

Mori has powers similar to Silver but uses them to basically create blasters that they use instead of six shooters lol. That along with their rocket boots and they're kind of like if Striker from Helluva Boss and Cad Bane from Clone Wars fused together in the body of a Hedgeleon....

3. And then poor Kassim is just tired. He's always tired. He's basically a shonen manga mentor character at this point, always making sure Tempest and his little band of degenerates don't get themselves killed. The T Shirt is a reference to his backstory that I may or may not go over any time soon. It's, uh...intense...

[morgaseus]

So many fine men in fairy tail yet I cant find any ff of them😭 fairy tail is so underrated it’s criminal

[thepoisonjackal]

Hello! Could I request a commander tempest? Thank you! :]

"Son of a Starfish"

[jackals-ships]

everyone needs to Stop letting me make jokes bc now im thinking about rt jackal and their gaggle of just. little weirdos (affectionate??)

a few notable members of marazhai's kabal. they still follow HIM first but also follow jackal around bc they give them praise for good kills (jackal is mostly trying 2 make marazhai jealous bc it's funny)

[picrew]

[metal-organic-au]

Jackal Squad ⚔️

The Jackal Squad formerly known as the Crimson Squad was a team of mercenaries/thieves led by Leander who at that time called himself Red Zero who was the captain, the squad consisted of four members, all of whom had a code name to keep their true identities safe in case they were caught and interrogated by enemies.

Hierarchy

Captain - Red Zero (Leander "Infinite" Sterwart)

Cabos - Yellow Uno ( Morgan Tabaaha)

- Green Deux ( Zephyr Tsinajinnie)

- Orange Trois ( Saltus Hatahle)

- Blue Quatre (Tempest Lapahie)

Red Zero: In charge of negotiations and captain of the team being the strategist

Uno: In charge of creating traps and distractions together with Deux

Deux: Master of stealth as maintenance of the weapons team (he was also the team's cook)

Trois: The team doctor is an expert in plants and knowledge of the terrain, second expert in back management

Quatre: Master of disguise as in mixed arts (bone and rib breaker said by Deux)

[dread-dragoona]

Jackal Squad character design updates+background ideas ive been cooking up since getting back into my phase, has myers briggs personality stuff and general character info :D

Baron - ESTP

A bully through and through, the bruiser of the group. To strangers he comes off as aloof and crude, but to those who know him better understand he has little tolerance for small talk and gets bored easily - as well as his tendencies to push others to their very limits mentally and physically. An adrenaline junkie at heart, he loves getting in fights and situations that put his strength and wit to the test. His brutish nature also hides his conman like intellect, with a proficiency at calling other bluffs when the time comes. Beneath the rough crass exterior, Baron is fiercely loyal and protective of those that treat him right.

Quinn - INFJ

The reserved Weapon-smith, a quiet inventor and the one responsible for making and upgrading the squad's equipment. Quinn is Meticulous with his craft and always looks for ways to make innovations with his creations and push them beyond conventional use. Lacking in physical strength he solely relies on his weapons for combat, even then he tries his best to avoid physical altercation as much as possible . Beyond his passion for blacksmithing he likes to look out for everyone's well being and wears his heart on his sleeve, sometimes to his own detriment. While he isn't a mind reader he can read people really well and make very accurate assumptions about others around him.

Damira "Tempest" - ENTP

The cocky pilot, and an ex-police officer. Her primary role is the informant in the squad, though she does have plenty of other tricks up her sleeve. Damira, or her callsign "Tempest", is very knowledgeable on operating aircraft and military vehicles, as well as how to go undercover for missions without being detected. Her know-at-all argumentative attitude frequently gets her in squabbles with anyone, despite this she's usually correct which adds insult to injury to those arguing with her. As much as she is confident in her own knowledge, she also enjoys being proven wrong to widen her view.

Ace - ENFP - The unpredictable wild card, and the "baby" of the group. He is the youngest out of all the Jackal Squad, a greenhorn to mercenary work, but is not shy to petty theft and pickpocketing. An unfortunate string of events led him to joining the squad out of desperation, but his on the fly outside-the-box thinking and fast learning cemented his place in the squad. Though he means well with his Robinhood mindset, Ace is an impulsive Kleptomaniac and will get his hands on anything if its not bolted to the floor - even if it has no value or use.

[shinyfloof755]

Here's a list of some characters I MAY end up putting in. I'll possibly get to it later.

Jewel

-Female

-Upper 20's

-8'

-Maltese Tiger

-Level 20 Tempest Cleric (for those who do DnD/PF)

-NG

-Kind, sweet, motherly to a fault, will always help others in need, yet has a short temper for those who harm others (especially those she loves)

Belladonna

-Female

-Thousands of years old (she worked for Walter Bernhard)

-7'10"

-Undead Werewolf (Formerly Winter Wolf)

-Level 20 Arcane Trickster Rogue

-CN

-Moody, but loyal to those she let's into her circle, sweet once you get to know her, hard exterior

Bowser

-Female (NO NOT BOWSETTE)

-34

-8'2"

-Koopa(?)

-LN

-Wonderful and influential leader, charismatic, strong, wonderful mother

Vlad Dracula Tepeş

-Male

-Can be at any time with any version, so it varies

-7'3"

-Vampire Bat

-LE

-Depends on what version, but mostly judgemental, harsh, proper, regal, etc

Erik Destler

-Male

-???

-1'

-Cat

-CN

-He's a hot mess, your typical bard, but charismatic, short tempered, prideful, jealous, possessive

Anubis

-Female

-Old as Time itself

-6'4"

-Jackal God

-LN

-Proper, polite, kind when she wants to be, regal, hard worker, yet can be a goof ball sometimes

Will probly make it more official later

[titanus-horizio]

WELCOME EVERYONE TO THE FINALIZED FIRST CHAPTER OF AIN'T THAT A BITE, ARRIVING 4 DAYS EARLY

@standard-human@mjtheartist04@gay-trashcan-cat@littlemissatlas

featuring:the supersonic monster, Gyaos

Chapter 1: “The Pilot” 

Mach: a unit of measurement in stating the speed of a moving object in relation to the speed of sound

yoke:the airplane's “steering wheel.”

February 21, 1952

Crisp gripped the controls of his small airplane with a mix of determination and apprehension. The Stelwick Sea stretched below him, obscured by the swirling chaos of the storm. Lightning flashed intermittently, casting brief, stark clarity across the churning clouds. Yet, amidst these hellish conditions, he was flying into the heart of the tempest to confront a nightmare—one responsible for downing several military aircraft.

Armed only with the standard equipment of his bushmaster aircraft, which had been modified by a man Crisp considered certifiably insane, he knew he was facing an uphill battle. The creature, described as having an estimated 172-meter wingspan and capable of flying at speeds exceeding Mach 3, was said to emit a scream that could slice through military-grade steel. It was a dragon by any other name, though Crisp struggled to wrap his mind around the idea of a screaming dragon. Regardless, he had a job to do, and there was no room for questions—especially after seeing the wreckage it had caused.

As Crisp strained to maintain focus in the darkness, exhaustion gnawed at him. The flashing lightning played tricks on his mind, conjuring phantom figures in the fog where there was nothing but cloud cover. As a Hellhound, he had no trouble seeing in the dark, but the repetitive flashes disoriented his hell-born eyes, making it difficult to adjust. The heavy rain pelted the cockpit window, further hindering his visibility. And there was something unsettling about the lightning—it held a strange golden hue, unlike the usual static white. Shakily, Crisp tuned into the squadron’s radio frequency. In his gravelly voice, he spoke.

“Oracle One to Jackal Squadron, come in, over.”

Amidst the storm's fierce whiplash, a response crackled through, the pilot's voice tinged with urgency.

“Go ahead, Oracle One, this is Jackal One, over.”

Crisp let out an exhausted sigh, summoning every last bit of strength to keep his composure. “I was called in to take care of the situation you guys are in, over.”

“Uh, well, thank you, sir. I suppose we are in a bit of a mess right now, over.”

An uncomfortable silence hung between them for a moment.

“And how long have you been in the force? Over.”

“Since about ’49, sir, over.”

“So you haven’t seen much action? Over.”

“No, not really. Is that a bad thing, sir? Over.”

“Not at all. Actually, I wouldn’t want anyone to see a lot of action, over.”

There was a barely noticeable tremble in Crisp’s voice as he replied.

“What exactly have they assigned you to hunt down, sir? Sorry, they didn’t disclose that to me, over.”

“Something I’m not exactly paid enough to deal with, kid, over.”

Crisp chuckled, followed by a rugged cough. He hadn’t been able to laugh properly in a long time, but it didn’t hurt to try to ease the young pilot’s distress. Despite his effort, a pit formed in his stomach, enforcing the sense that he was out of his depth. Another span of agonizing silence passed as the storm interfered with their communication. Crisp glanced down at his worn dog tags and sighed—they were a painful reminder of why he was there.

Suddenly, a frantic transmission pierced the airwaves, the pilot’s voice screaming through the cockpit’s radio.

“THIS IS JACKAL ONE TO ORACLE ONE, DO YOU READ ME?!”

Crisp sprang into action, the inhuman screech signaling that the creature was near, banishing his exhaustion.

“I’m here, over!”

“It’s after me, sir! I don’t—I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!”

“I’m on my way, just stay on line, okay?” Crisp tried to reassure the young pilot.

“Oh my God—it’s like a bat, sir! It’s huge! I KEEP SHOOTING THE DAMN THING, SIR, NOTHING IS WORKI—”

The sounds of metal groaning under immense stress, the anguished cries of the pilot, and the otherworldly shrieks of whatever was on the other line echoed through the cockpit. Crisp’s mind raced to the dreadful conclusion that the young, terrified pilot had been killed by the creature. Silence followed, a chilling reminder of the danger lurking in the storm's depths.

Crisp looked up and saw the form of the creature responsible for the young man’s demise. No amount of briefings could have prepared him for its horrific visage.

The creature was as large as his plane, its eyes feral and bloodshot, like those of a rabid animal. A primal sense of unease washed over Crisp as he gazed at it, feeling like prey before an apex predator. There was something fundamentally wrong about the creature’s existence. It resembled a bat, but that’s where the familiarity ended. Its skin looked like charred meat, and its wings appeared as though they didn’t belong to a living thing—the membrane torn in places, revealing the stormy sky behind it.

Crisp couldn’t tell if the creature was meant to look like this or if it had died long ago and been reanimated in some grotesque mockery of nature. Regardless, nothing about it obeyed any natural law he was familiar with. It opened its mouth and let out a wailing screech, difficult to decipher whether it was in pain or enraged. It didn’t matter. Crisp knew one thing: it did not want him there.

The creature cut through the air, pursuing him with frightening speed. Crisp guessed it was able to maneuver so quickly due to its arrow-shaped head, the only feature that made any sense to him. He wasted no time, taking evasive action to both retreat and gain a favorable angle for an attack. Sweat coated his palms as he nosedived, the pit in his stomach growing with each passing second. The large blip on his radar continued to grow in size, not daring to look behind him.

He reached a point where his anxiety subsided enough to allow him to open fire. He charged toward the creature as it opened its unholy maw. “Yeah, that’s right, come get some, you son of a bitch!”

His adrenaline rush rapidly faded as he noticed a light beginning to emanate from the back of the creature’s throat. Its scream grew louder, shaking the very cockpit of his plane. Then, before Crisp realized it, all sound cut out—not even the rain could be heard pattering against the cockpit window.

Crisp quickly banked his plane sharply to the right. Almost immediately after, a bright, thin white beam shot from the creature’s mouth, slicing through the clouds like a sword into flesh. Sound returned in a deafening wave. Gyaos, as he had heard it called, redirected the beam toward Crisp, who raced through the clouds, desperate to lose it. When the creature finally closed its mouth, Crisp breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly activated the homing sigil to guide his plane’s missiles directly to their target—the colossal head of Gyaos. The plane, along with the missiles, had been enhanced by an artificer back at HQ, both for extra punch and to ensure a direct hit. Crisp didn’t trust the artificer, but he didn’t have a better option.

He tapped the yoke twice, activating the homing sigil, which locked onto the creature. Gyaos opened its gaping maw again, preparing another sonic blast. Its roar was so powerful that bits of drool and saliva splattered onto the cockpit window, even from the far distance between them. Crisp opened fire, launching his entire arsenal at the creature. The rockets streaked toward Gyaos, and after about 15 seconds, they made contact.

The blast tore through the monster's head, sending blood, flesh, and skin splattering in all directions, painting Crisp’s plane. The creature’s corpse plummeted toward the ground below, and Crisp gave chase, determined to minimize collateral damage—he’d never hear the end of it if there was any. As they descended closer to the ground, Crisp noticed something impossible. The landscape below was jagged and desert-like, the unmistakable terrain of Dustmire—a place he should have been nowhere near.

[pyropsychiccollector]

Natsu Harem: Fairy GET! 8/14

We're dipping into the delightful second half here~.... (人◕ω◕) You can probably prepare for more references to other girls in the harem by now... You know most of them. (人◕ω◕)

Today's member is... Seilah-chan. Goddess of the Chill Moon. Or Sayla. However you prefer to write it out. ... I'll probably slip into using Sayla, just as a head's up. :3

When did they meet?

This question is... surprisingly tricky. (人◕ω◕) I haven't really talked about this aspect of Natsu's character up until now, but we were bound to get around to it eventually. "Spoiler" alert, but Natsu isn't exactly human... He's technically Etherious. Zeref's greatest creation, his beloved brother reborn... Although to be frank, his origins weren't all that great... As wrapped up in mystery as they are.

Since the series allows me some wiggle room... Let's run with this: For the first while after Natsu was brought back to life, he lived up until young adulthood, mastering his demonic powers. Zeref, of course, was fixated on dying, and Natsu being the bullheaded guy he is... Well, the demonic genes messed with his head. He went berserk like Zeref's other demons, but it was more controlled in Natsu... In END. All he could think about was destruction, especially destroying Zeref, as was ingrained into his very being.

END would go on to round up some of Zeref's most powerful demons. He figured that since he wasn't cutting it on his own in destroying Zeref, some allies would be much appreciated... But END was no fool. Demons don't appreciate being "subjugated", even if it's for the cause that they were all designed for. If they weren't pliable to forming alliances with one another, END asserted his dominance as the greatest among them. He brought Jackal to heel. Tempester. Kyouka. Ezel. Franmalth. Torafuzar. He convinced Keyes to join up... Proved his strength to the proud Mard Geer...

And of course, END won over the femme fatale, Sayla. (人◕ω◕) She had watched him dominate so many demons... Bringing them to form one unit... And Sayla, ah... Pardon the pun, but she was rather horny for END-sama. (人◕ω◕);;;

... Oh yes, they made love. Many, many times. END might have had a one-track mind with destruction, but Sayla certainly brought out a lust in him... Oh yes. (人◕ω◕);;;

Alas, before END could get to the meat of why he established Tartaros, Zeref put his foot down. He saw the mindless destruction and suffering END and Tartaros was creating, and Zeref thought it was counterintuitive to his brother's goal... Not to mention, there was a part of the Black Wizard that was pained at seeing his brother so... evil. So twisted.

Hence, Zeref sealed away Natsu's memories and his demonic powers. Giving him a fresh start yet again, leaving the book that contained Natsu's memories and demonic powers in Mard Geer's care. Natsu still wouldn't listen to him, as a young child... After speaking at length with Igneel, Zeref left Natsu in the dragon's care, hoping that Dragon Slayer magic would bring about a more stable and focused "human being." It made Zeref feel better, watching his brother interact with the other Dragon Slayer children...

Of course, Zeref did nothing about Tartaros. Just let them be as a remnant of END's past... They were given no answers to END's disappearance, and none of them besides Mard Geer discerned why they existed in the first place. Perhaps because he became the keeper of END's book. For her part, Sayla was... devastated with the loss of her END-sama...

But time marched on. Flash forward a few hundred years, and Tartaros formed alliances with Oracion Seis and Grimoire Heart. They were still pretty aimless, save for searching for their Master, END. Eventually they would come into conflict with Fairy Tail... And they would be fatefully reunited with END-sama.

... And they didn't even know it until the war was over.

When did they get closer?

For this question, we'll skim past the Tartaros arc in general. (人◕ω◕) I wouldn't really change much. Tartaros still screwed themselves over, making enemies of Fairy Tail. Especially with the additional members in their midst that have been amassing over time... (人◕ω◕) I suppose you know about Kagura, Simon, and his friends... But more on this later.

The point is, Tartaros really screwed up. ... However... (人◕ω◕) Through a twist of fate, Mard Geer attempts opening END's book once he's defeated, and it gives Natsu some of his memories back. Just enough to know that Tartaros was his guild... And he's not letting Zeref kill Mard Geer or any of them. They're his. And nobody touches what belongs to END. (人◕ω◕) That said, Zeref re-seals Natsu's memories, but agrees to spare Mard Geer and any of the remaining Demon Gates. The Black Wizard just wants to get to that war between him, humanity, and Acnologia.

Mard Geer, Torafuzar, Jackal, Franmalth, and Sayla all survive that war with Fairy Tail. ... And it's not like they can just join up with the fairies, not after everything that happened. But because of what Mard Geer knows, they also agree to still help Natsu destroy Zeref... It's what they were built for. (人◕ω◕) And Sayla in particular, well... She might be stalk- *coughs* tagging along with Natsu during his training trip with the Strauss Siblings while the guild is disbanded. ... Without Natsu knowing, of course. ... It is not stalking. Sayla will eviscerate you if you insult her pride like that. (人◕ω◕);;; She was left in a better state after Erza beatdown Kyouka, so Mira never got to absorb Sayla. ... And, uh. Sayla might or might not be testy about Mira being around END-sama so much... (人◕ω◕);;;;;;;;;;

Regardless! \(人◕ω◕)/ Sayla reintroduces herself to END-sama while the Strauss Siblings aren't around. Sure, he doesn't remember her, doesn't even have the same powers, but that's all immaterial to Sayla. She can tell he's END-sama after being in his presence for prolonged periods, and that means everything to her. Sayla even grows fond of Natsu's... kinder personality. He's destructive still, always itching to fight, but he has so much heart. She can see flashes of END-sama in him... And she's glad that he's become this person. "This" Natsu shows her how to live, and not just to pursue a goal to death. He's not as fond of reading as END-sama... But sometimes, Sayla is lucky enough to rest his head in her lap and read to him. And Natsu rolls with that. (人◕ω◕)

... It does get interesting, though, when the Strauss Siblings inevitably discover her stalk- *coughs* tagging along with them. (人◕ω◕);;; Elfman still isn't happy about being used to make the guild blow up, and Lisanna and Mira don't much like Sayla being so... intimate with Natsu. But Natsu vouches for how she's changed, and she does let Elfman vent on her for a bit... Her actions in Tartaros might not be forgiven, but she's trying to be a better person... despite being a demon.

Mira, though... she's definitely the hardest to win over. (人◕ω◕);;; She repeatedly tries fighting Sayla to exhaustion so that she can absorb the "damned succubus", but Sayla ain't havin' any of that. (人◕ω◕);;;;;;;; Yeah. Mira and Sayla-chan are very fiery rivals. Ahaha. (人◕ω◕);;;

When did friendship turn to something more?

Unsurprisingly, Sayla-chan's feelings have been strong for two of Natsu's "lifetimes". She was devout to END-sama, and though this new Natsu took some getting used to... Put simply, Sayla-chan loves this Natsu even more. Yes, and that is love, not just plain lust. (人◕ω◕) In Alvarez arc, Natsu fights for Sayla's continued life as well... And with August's help, they rewrite her book along with Natsu's. That way, when Zeref is defeated... the only parts of them that "die" are the demonic parts. ... So in a way, Sayla and Natsu are reborn as humans. None of the other demons expressed a desire to keep on living... But Sayla helped spare them anyway, again enlisting August's expertise in rewriting their books. So Mard Geer, Jackal, Franmalth, and Torafuzar all have fresh beginnings. ... As humans. (人◕ω◕) Sayla learned this sense of mercy, compassion, and loyalty from her Natsu, and she wants to enjoy all this new human life has to offer... right by his side.

Natsu still doesn't get his old memories back. But... Sayla still becomes important to him. She really changed for the better, and he does still find her to be very beautiful, even without horns. ... To the annoyance of some people. (人◕ω◕);;;;;;;;;

Sayla-chan did butt heads with Yukino and Sorano in the beginning cuz of their contracts with Celestial Spirits... But once reborn as a human, Sayla-chan became besties with Sorano-chan. ... (人◕ω◕) More on that friendship later. But, uh. Know that they like spoiling Natsu. ... Very, very much. (人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕) Mira-chan's pissed off she can't absorb Sayla anymore... But if you think this will stop her from trying to blow the former demon away, you're very sorely mistaken. Mira-chan grumbles a lot whenever Sayla's around or when she's a topic of discussion. ... Mostly cuz of Sayla continuously asserting herself as Natsu's true first, and all that fanatical devotion to Natsu........

Yes, Mira-chan has many... many... many... words. (人◕ω◕)

[rinwellisathing]

Get to know my OCs: Love Test Reactions:

Sentry Ojeda:

Partnered: "Heh...a little tame for me, but I'll do it for you, love."

High approval: "Eh...sure, why not? If for no other reason it'll be hilarious."

Medium approval: "Nah... I don't really feel like it...seems kinda twee..."

Low approval: (Sentry bursts out laughing, nearly coming to tears.) "Oh god....really? Fucking really? Ohhh fuck me...no...absolutely not."

Questions : Sentry can be brutal, visceral, but inside of him lies an artist's soul. What is Sentry's truest expression?

Answer: painting sweeping scenes of horror and bloodshed

A paladin is a paragon of faith, devoted wholly to a cause or a being. From what does Sentry draw his power?

Answer: Vengeance for himself and for those he loves. He is their justice.

Born to the cold stone and high walls of the city, Sentry is a Solitary creature very often. For whom does he set aside his solitude?

Answer: animals, especially those forgotten and unnoticed by most. He feels a kinship.

Jaina Thalassia:

Partnered: "Of course! But be warned, a captain knows her crew better than any."

High approval: "Sure, why not? Carnival games are always a treat."

Medium approval: "Whoa! Easy there sailor, I don't think so..."

Low approval: "Reel yourself in, mate, you're not quite the catch you think you are. No thank you. "

Questions: A storm at sea, Maiden of the Tempest. Jaina's heart and mind rage like an angry tide...What calms her storm?

Answer: music, the songs of her people from haunting siren song to raucous shanties.

The past haunts us all, like a ghost from the deep. What haunts the captain's daughter?

Her near inevitable death from her illness once the tadpole no longer suppresses it.

A captain is only strong as her crew. Who does Jaina trust most in hardship?

Her family.

Kroger of Creche K'liir:

Partnered: "As you say, my love. Let's test our mettle."

High approval: "I suppose I can spare the time."

Medium approval: "oh....no....I really don't want to, actually."

Low approval: "I can cure so many things, but evidently not your delusions."

Question: Kroger unites magic with the natural world to strengthen his healing abilities, to strengthen his knowledge...but what is his greatest weakness?

Answer: not understanding hidden meanings others seem to grasp so easily.

Kroger, a devoted healer and man of faith. What is his greatest regret?

Not seeing through Vlaakith's lies sooner.

What does Ghustil Kroger consider his greatest honor?

Healing the sick and saving lives.

Octavia of Creche K'liir:

Partnered: "Yes! I believe my notes on you are most thorough, my love!"

High approval: "Have you been studying me? How exciting!"

Medium approval: "oh....um...huh? I wasn't paying attention..."

Low approval: "you are not a subject I'm interested in studying."

Questions: Octavia dwells on her research most heavily, what is her favorite area of study?

Answer: the Weave and it's wonders.

The scholar is a gifted, studious person...What is Octavia's greatest goal in life?

To bring knowledge to her people and better their lives beyond just warfare

They say knowledge is the enemy of fear, but all beings fear something...what is Octavia's greatest fear?

Being useless to her people.

Jackal Silk:

Partnered: "Oh anything you say, my master!"

High approval: "what, me? You're sure?"

Medium approval: "Not really my cuppa, boss..."

Low approval: "I should gut you for that. Find someone else, you insect."

Questions: Jackal, a predator hunting his quarry in the dark...what hunting ground does he prefer?

The dark alleys of the city are his home.

Even a creature of rage and hate wants for something, what is Jackal's greatest ambition?

To become a terror enough to strike fear into the matriarchs of Menzoberranzan

Even a predator feels fear, what quickens the heartbeat of the proud Gloomstalker?

The asylum walls

[nordiccowgirl]

Twelve chapters in already!! I feel I've neglected pushing this fic on y'all. It's actually one of my favorites lol, so please go read!

To entice you, I'm including some art!

From Chapter 3:

From Chapter 6:

Eagle eyed followers may recognize this one ⬆️ as a redraw of the first art of this fic that I did. I'm SO happy to see how much I've progressed in just the last five months! 🥰

And from Chapter 10:

Tempest is a certifiable menace no matter who's around him lol.

I am also working on some Survive the Drowning Deep art, which is, according to my AO3 stats, my most popular fic??? Wild...

[miami-virtual-arcade]

7 Minutes In Heaven...Atavan Halen

[5-11-20] MVA ARCHIVES: LOG 6

"Nobody rules these streets at night like me, the ATOMIC PUNK!"

Tempest was one of the first OCs I've ever designed, sometime in April of 2018. He's a jackal who sat too close to the TV as a kid, which permanently set his eyes the way it is now. Don't worry, he's just clumsy, he can see and play guitar just fine. Twitter: MiamiVir

FurAffinity: Miami.Virtual

DeviantArt: miami-virtual

Instagram: Miami.Virtual.Arcade

Newgrounds: Miami-Virtual-Arcade

[thecornwall]

Cornwall’s Random Card of the Day #430: Dauthi Jackal

Woo, now I get to talk about how much I hate Shadow!

Dauthi Jackal is a common from Exodus. It is now no longer a Hound, but a Dauthi Jackal. Turns out Dauthi is a race, and I sure as shit hope they did not try interbreeding with jackals.

So, Shadow. It was supposed to be a “new flying” kinda deal, where the evasion of this one block was mostly on a different mechanic, even if it functioned similarly. It was, I believe, inspired by an old card whose name I forget, which makes you separate cards into two lanes of attackers and blockers, which cannot interact with one another. Well, Shadow creatures and non-Shadow creatures cannot interact with one another. The flavour was having to fight a war on two planes, where the creatures could never, yeah, what I was saying.

So, we already encounter a problem, where Shadow is only made in one block (then reprinted in another, but back when they made Shadow they did not reuse keywords outside its initial block except for evergreen ones like Flying and Haste), so for any deck not made around the time Tempest block is in print, these cards are totally noninteractable, creature-wise.

The second problem is that they already leaned into the whole non-interactive thing by making all Shadow creatures bar, I think, one(turns out there was two, but one had to attack each turn if able, so won’t be blocking much) have a mere 1 toughness, so when they DID block, it was just trading. Better, often, just to send them sailing past one another. Shadow creatures were never any good for blocking, so not much blocking of other Shadow creatures did they do. Overall, a pretty trash mechanic, which I am completely shocked they bothered to ever reprint, even in Time Spiral.

[lycanspirited]

While Jasper has his loyal wolf Tempest, there's a new furry friend around the palace. Jacob had told Robin not to mess with the wild animals, being so young. It was, of course, a jackal. A ghostly jackal? A few guards reported it walking through walls. Jacob didn't know what to make of it, nor did Robin.

After Seth had left for the Overworld, Robin found himself back in his room, picking at a meal Thoth made him. He huffed and threw his fork down. That's when he felt something furry brush against his own fluffy leg.

He jumped and looked under his desk, there, staring back at him with one golden eye and an red eye was a black jackal. He gripped at his chest and sighed. "You normally don't go around others, at least that's what Jackson said." Robin blinked a few times, expecting the jackal to run off, but it just laid there, front legs crossed.

"Most don't seem interesting enough." Robin gasped and in a panic fell back out of his chair, he tumbled and came to a stop in the middle of his room. The ghostly jackal stood up and chuckled, covering it's maw with a paw. "Granted you weren't on my radar until I heard you're Seth's son."

Robin rubbed his face and stood up. "So you're here to kill me? Ra sent you?"

"Jumping the gun aren't we? No, I died long ago, when the gods were...well..actual gods." The canine sat and looked up at Robin. "I serve no gods, I am a free soul, no ropes to bind me. No deals...I'm just...dead. Like every other canine in this palace...well minus that one black and white lycan...Ashy?"

"Asher."

"Ahh, and that young Ashwolf. Both of them are friends, right?"

Before Robin could answer Jacob opened the door. "I heard something fall, are you ok?" He pushed the door open further and drew his sword. "It's that...that..."

"Spirit? Yea." The jackal jumped onto Robin's shoulder. Robin panicked at the sudden added weight and fell forward. Jacob went to grab the canine, only to grab air. The jackal had also vanished and reappeared on Robin's bed.

"Temper temper, last I checked your name isn't Wisconsin." He walked around in a small circle and laid down.

"A talking, magical jackal?!" Jacob pulled Robin up to his feet, both staring at the dog.

"And nameless, who wants to name me?" He tilted his head to the side.