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jackiedablade · 4 years
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Jashi Week 2020 - Day 1: 20s
Dutifully, Ashi awoke when the first rays of dawn penetrated her closed eyes, ignoring her body’s cries to remain in the calm embrace of sleep. She sat up and stretched, pausing as her gaze moved to the window, her eyes wide with fright as she saw the falling snow and the white landscape beneath it, the first snow of winter.
A spear lunging from nowhere, catching them off guard.
A simple dodge, resulting in the death of another.
A soaring dagger pinning the third to a tree, indifferently removed from the corpse as if the loss meant nothing.
A fall as the fourth was thrown off the cliff with the same concern one gave an annoying insect buzzing around their head.
A suicidal run as the fifth hastily approached a trap.
A desperate attempt to preserve her own life as she fought an unbeatable foe.
Ashi fell back into bed, pressing her shaking body against the warmth of her sleeping husband. Instinctively, Jack wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he continued to doze. The vivid memories began to fade, and she regained control of her traitorous mind, allowing herself to relax.
Over 20 years since that day, but still the trauma remained no matter how she tried to fight it, to override the associations with happier instances of Jack romancing her or her children eager to play in such a stark white world. They always found the snow fascinating and beautiful, untainted by the stain of blood or the harsh realization that all the training, the abuse, the neglect, the torment that was their lives was for nothing, and worse, that their noble cause was all deception and lies. Ashi continually prayed that her dear sisters found peace in the afterlife, the same peace she found with what was once her mortal enemy.
She pulled back from her savior’s embrace, smiling as her fingers ever so carefully brushed the wayward strands from his contented face. “Rest, rest, now you may rest. Hero, you will be triumphant. I will promote the good that is you, Samurai. I will defend you. As long as there is breath in my body, I will lift you up. Long live the glory of Samurai Jack. Long live the glory of Emperor Shinjiro.”
Jack lazily smiled, and to Ashi’s surprise, spoke. “You are very wise, and very confused. You are the true hero, not me.”
“Wh—what? No, you don’t know what you’re saying. You wield the great sword. You killed Aku and ended his evil reign.”
“That I did,” he agreed as he sat up, amused by her confounded expression. “But it is because of you that we are here.” He extended his arm, motioning to the walls that made up the sleeping area of the Emperor’s quarters in the ancient castle of the Land of the Rising Sun. “You are the one who opened a time portal to send us back to the past when none existed. You gave me the chance to fulfill my promise to defend my homeland and protect my people, and for that, I can never thank you enough.”
She blushed and lowered her eyes, humbled by her hero’s declaration. Jack smiled and lowered his head, eager to steal a kiss from her, but the door flew open and a rush of feet ran across the floor. “Mama, Mama, it’s snowing!” Their five year old daughter jumped into her parents’ bed, eagerly pointing at the window. “I wanna build a snowman!”
“Alright, Ami, let’s build a snowman, but you have to eat breakfast first.”
She cheered and left the room as quickly as she entered, much to her father’s amusement. “Will you be alright out there?” Jack asked with a hint of worry, taking his wife’s hand in his.
“Yes,” Ashi confirmed with a nod, feeling confident. “She’ll keep me distracted, the children always do.”
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jackiedablade · 5 years
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Cheeseburger
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To celebrate my 1500 follower milestone on this hellsite, I’ll be giving one lucky winner 3 jashi stickers (as seen above). To enter 👉 you just have to be a follower and simply comment on this post with your favorite food.
The winner’s name will be drawn using one of those fancy apps or website thingies (I’ll effing put strips of papers with names into a hat if I have to).
Winner will be announced on March 10, 2020!
I’ll have fancier prizes for my next milestone! But for now, stickers will do. 💖
(P.S. Should you win, I’ll obviously need your shipping details)
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jackiedablade · 6 years
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Here are the links to the full picture because Tumblr will flag me if I post the whole thing here. 
Twitter | DeviantArt | Pillowfort | Newgrounds 
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jackiedablade · 6 years
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Here’s my first art-related post since I accidentally deleted my old blogs. Lance putting on his royal guard uniform. 
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jackiedablade · 6 years
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Scribbles for my collaborative fic with @sallychanscraps, Yours and Mine. Chapter 4 has been added. Hope you give it a read and comment. :3
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jackiedablade · 6 years
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Warlord AU…where I spent more time on a particular panel.
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jackiedablade · 6 years
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New year, new Stevonnie!
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jackiedablade · 6 years
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Cross Clothing Boys
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jackiedablade · 6 years
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Jack and emperor old Jack 
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jackiedablade · 6 years
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Can we bang him senseless next year?
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I’m a tad late for the anniversary of Jackie the Blade’s first airing. 👀💦
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jackiedablade · 6 years
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Love you, Jackie <3
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20 minutes till it’s over but OH WELL today is the 17th anniversary of the episode “Jack and the Gangsters“! >:D
i had this horrible idea to combine Ashi with an iconic scene Tara did with Harley… (except Ashi’s “Mister J” isn’t a loser who’d decline lol)
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jackiedablade · 6 years
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Tumblr’s apparently removing NSFW blogs. So… that’s horseshit.
Just in case though, I’m over on fanfiction.net and deviantArt if any of you want to follow me over there (both are under the username TheLadyOfMyths).
I’m looking into joining a NSFW friendly art site right now. If anyone wants to recommend one, I’m listening
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jackiedablade · 6 years
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Backup your art!
Just in case
Hey everyone, so while I’m still up at the moment, currently many blogs are being pulled down and terminated. Earlier this morning, my friend Bulumble-Bee told me that their blog had been taken down. They’ve appealed it, but since then we’ve been hearing more and more about a huge wave of removals.
While they have not posted anything yet, they have a twitter at https://twitter. com/bulumblebee that they intend to start posting to.
Meanwhile, I post to https://twitter. com/DabbleDoodles, in case my blog gets taken down.
If you are interested in checking out these twitter accounts, just copy/paste/go to those addresses, there’s just a space between the “.” and the “com.” I’m purposefully not hyperlinking them because the situation with links have been weird lately
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jackiedablade · 6 years
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My Entry For the Jashi Zine
So glad I can finally share this! I’m so proud of it. You can download a free PDF copy of the Jashi Zine here: https://jashizine.tumblr.com/
FF.net link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13113390/1/Just-A-Man
For Ashi's entire life, the Samurai was an enigma. He is a man, he does not age, and is extremely dangerous to Aku and his world. That was all Ashi's mother would say about their enemy, preferring to speak of the infinite wonders of the great and powerful Aku, and the importance of their training. If the Samurai was so dangerous, wouldn't it make more sense if he was a demon, a monster who wore a human form? Ashi's questions received no answers, just another beating.
"Focus on your training. Forget these distractions."
Wasn't it important to better understand your foe, to know everything you can so you can exploit his weaknesses? Clearly her mother thought superior skill and technique would achieve victory, overwhelm him with seven opponents at once.
It failed. His skill was on par, if not better, then her own. Ashi brought up the rear as two of her sisters trapped him on a fallen tree trunk overlooking a tall cliff. He had nowhere to run, but still he casually threw away his weapon, facing them with only his bare fists.
"We've won," the Daughter standing before Ashi whispered, certain of their victory. Ashi remained silent. The Samurai was calm, cool, and collected, not desperate to survive like an animal in a trap. For the first time, she acknowledged the possibility of defeat. For all their training, their dedication, their suffering, they failed their goal.
The Samurai killed her sisters with the greatest of ease, but was strangely insistent of sparing Ashi, determined to make her see “the truth” about Aku. He's toying with me. When my guard is down, he will torture me, make me an example of why no one should ever go against him.
Tied to his back and helpless as they navigated the innards of the monolithic creature, Ashi kept a careful watch of the Samurai’s actions. He defeated us because he is a demon. His unnatural blood gave him the advantage. Soon he will betray his disguise and show off his powers. But he overcame all obstacles with only the ingenuity and skill of a well-trained warrior, never once giving any indication that he debated trying to sneak an unnatural power or regretted his inability to use his inhuman strengths. Even during their biggest challenge, escaping through a blowhole, he seemed completely dependent on manipulating the flying creatures to take them to their destination. Wasn’t flight or levitation a common trait among the magical?
She was well practiced at attempting secret communication with her sisters, showing support for each other for successes and failures during training, as anything overt was quickly met with discipline. But no matter how subtle their motions became, her mother was always quick to spot them and quicker still to discourage such things. She was certain she could discern any deceit from him, but there was nothing. She sat down in the middle of the island, confused and hurt from all she had experienced, and finally accepted the truth.
He was just a man.
During her brief time with the Samurai, she learned of the evils Aku committed and encouraged in others. During her travels to find him again, she learned of the Samurai's legacy. First-hand accounts of his heroic deeds, forever honored by those he protected, and their descendants. A cry for help was all that was needed to make him fight for you, no need for money, supplies, or even thanks. Opportunities to use a time portal to return to his own time sacrificed to save another, never mind the chance that this world would disappear if Aku was destroyed in the distant past. The Samurai is the poison killing the land? Hardly, he was the doctor removing it and healing the damage, and it was her mission to aide in his quest and finally destroy Aku once and for all.
“How did you find me?” Jack inquired shortly after they reunited, while sharing an evening meal.
“I followed leads, meeting many people you’ve encountered. Years later, they sing your praises and hold you in the highest regard.”
She thought he would happy to hear such a thing, but instead he looked embarrassed. "I wish they would not,” he said quietly. “Fifty years, and I am no closer to completing my quest then when I first started. Aku still lives, and I have no chance of going home and saving my family and my country from their fate."
“But Jack, you still have a chance to save the people here,” she reminded him. “We’ll find your sword, and together, we will defeat Aku.”
He looked up in surprise and smiled. “That is the first time you’ve ever called me by my name. I should return the favor, what is yours?”
She shook her head. Inside the cult, her name was only used as a reprimand when she failed at her task. “I’ve made so many mistakes under that name. I want to wipe my past and start over.”
“We cannot escape our past under a new identity, but our deeds can influence how others see us. You are a formidable warrior; you saved those children; you saved my life. That means more to me than how you were raised.”
She shyly smiled, “Ashi.”
From all the stories, she pictured Samurai Jack as something akin to a demigod, but she was wrong.
He was just a man.
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jackiedablade · 6 years
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SO proud to be a part of this!!
PDF Now Available!
The zines have been approved to print, and while we wait for them to arrive, we are ELATED to finally release the PDF copy of the zine to the public! 🎊💖
You can view and download it for free on our Google Drive:
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Read The Jashi Zine here!
If you would like, you can tip a few dollars for our artists and authors amazing work on our donation page, and if not, please enjoy all of the lovely pieces here free of charge~ 💕🌸
For our preorderers that made all of this possible, thank you so much! Your boxes will be packaged and shipped very soon! :D
And for all of our participants, you are now free to post full versions of your entries wherever you’d like. Thank you for your patience everyone!
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jackiedablade · 6 years
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“canon” in my book :wink:
🎃 🎃 🎃 Some quick Halloween jashi scribbles 🎃 🎃 🎃
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The babies are @sallychanscraps‘ Kazuro and Yumeko.  Bonus: happy Jack
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EDITED: uploaded the right size this time laskkas
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jackiedablade · 6 years
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Birthday present
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