#code name jackal

[sweetdreamfuel]

jaejoong + song jihyo for the november 2012 issue of movie week magazine

[paradoxicalpaldeann]

on the topic of the last post im tempted to do like a black doves inspired au where kaif's someone with some kind of political power- ambassador, politician, dude with too much money, whatever- and ebbz is an assassin who after a job goes wrong is assigned to him to see if she can essentially infiltrate and use his position to her advantage to leak information (basically as punishment, she's on Babysitting Duty as she's not allowed to let him die either and there's a lot of shit going on so people keep attempting to kill him but she can't explicitly protect him as that's breaching her cover. balancing act.) and then things get complicated when she actually falls in love with this monumental himbo who's really good at his job even though he hates it (silver tongue devil!) and hates all his stupid 'co-workers' but is as dense as a rock when it comes to other things, such as 'normal relationships' and 'when is someone probably flirting with me?'

[simp-ly-writes]

Favourite Face

─────── · · A 'Day of the Jackal' (TV series) FanFic

Pairing: Alexander "Jackal" Duggan x Fem!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: A former MI6 agent now on a mission for survival, you use your expertise as a weapons engineer, masquerader, and manipulator in order to take on illegal missions. After a close call on your most recent mission, you stumble into the hotel room of a fellow assassin... the last person you would expect to see.

─ · · TAGS: second person perspective used, female-pronouns used, depictions of blood, mentions of guns and violence, fighting, usage of pet-names (ex. love, sweetheart, etc) swearing, light angst.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 2,195

─ · · A/N: thank you to @calmowl2407 for this incredible ask! I had so much fun writing it that I hope you all enjoy reading it just as much. As always, your interact helps me to know what to write!

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Summer | Middle-of-Nowhere, Germany | 13:01 PM

A red Alfa Romeo Spider drove down bending and twisting country roads before they turned to dirt and gravel. The roof was open, your hair blowing away in the wind from underneath your sunhat. The sun was warm against your skin as you changed gears and parked the car behind a wall of trees before grabbing your leather bag from the boot of the car and slinging it over your shoulder.

With a slam and a beep, the car lights dimmed and you trekked through the rocky terrain before entering an opening in the trees, a small pond sat in the middle, a pair of ducks swimming and ruffling their feathers in the shallow waters as you knelt down behind a fallen tree and zipped open your gear.

A few cicadas hummed in your ears as your forrest green pants became brown at the knees from the wet earth. The bottom of your designer boots ruined but you couldn't find it in yourself to wince, knowing how easy it would be to just buy a new pair when you arrived back to your hotel room.

Taking off your sun glasses, allowing them to hang from the unbuttoned portion of your creme shirt before sorting through the bag, you pulled out various 3D printed pieces of a medium-distance rifle and laid them out atop the log.

Attaching the grip to the slide with a satisfying click, you twisted on the barrel and flicked back the safety on the gun before lifting it up to look down the sights and pulled back the trigger. You could hear the scream of the bullet and the muffled bag ringing through your bones as you brought the handle back to your chest, observing your skewed shot with a grunt.

Flicking the safety back on, you pulled out a roll of leather that held your tools all nicely in a line as you tinkered with the finishes that matched the diagram floating through your head. Standing up and reading yourself for another shot, your squinted your eyes to a branch threatening to fall before taking aim, flicking back the safety, and firing... bullseye.

The branch crashed, the ducks from earlier taking upwards and into the clear blue skies as the cranked your head to the side, pondering for a moment before tucking the empty gun into the back waist of your pants.

You grabbed and built the remainder of the weapons you wanted to test this afternoon ahead of your biggest mission yet in Munich. You never would have thought this to be your future, setting up an illegal firing range and testing not-to-code weaponry in the middle of a field in Germany but you were left with little choices as your husband divorced you, your family not wanting anything to do you- and it seemed that MI6 had the same thoughts. Abandoning you in the Middle East back in the early two thousands.

You work with a silent rage, eye twitching as you remember calling out from your microphone only to receive a soft apology from your handler, and then nothing... left stranded in the middle of a desert.

You remember stripping yourself of your badges, your gear, and only carrying what food and water your could carry with a small handgun hidden beneath your ripped shirt. You let your past self die in that desert, stealing from house to house, and hitchhiking, pleading and acting like your were some kidnapped tourist.

You could only scoff once reading the headlines of your platoon being "dead" when you hacked into their servers a few weeks later as you started taking on private work. The document read that you, weapons engineer and expert were "missing" and consequently, all your brothers and sisters had all died from a failed mission and planted IED. But you knew the truth... They left me out there to die. And ever since then, you worked for only yourself, and not even your morals- whatever it takes, you reminded yourself, firing off shot after shot, sweat dripping off your temples and soaking into your shirt, whatever it takes.

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Meanwhile in Munich, Germany...

Alexander sat on the couch within his hotel room, all the blinds closed, stopping the daylight from entering the room besides a few strands coming from the gaps, casting horizontal lines across his form.

He wore a simple tan linen suit to account for the warming temperatures, a handkerchief wrapped around his neck for an added flair. A pair of tasteful leather loafers on his feet to match his belt, his hair combed back into subtle waves as he squinted at the laptop screen, reading over a report he had requested from an old contact that read:

"Callsign: Veil. Known for having "many-faces;" master of disguise, manipulation, and seduction. Ex-military weapons engineer and weapons expert. Presumed Dead: Cause of Death: IED."

Alexander scoffed after reading that last sentence, he knew you to be alive, saw it himself when he too was running through the desert after killing his own team, leaving only his spotter alive to survive alongside side him. Duggan needed you, your expertise and abilities if he was to succeed on this next mission, one that could potentially set him up for life...

He was obsessed with finding you for weeks up until today, stalking any minuscule fault you made. Dressing up as cleaning staff and butlers to get even a potential glimpse of one of your many faces as he pinned-pointed and tracked each identity you used. And how did, the Jackal, know these people to be you? One may ask... well, the Jackal smiled to himself, finger tracing over your covered face as you cosplayed as lawyer within the airport footage. A suitcase in your hand that he smirked at before looking at his matching one, knowing the work to be your own that his current employer gifted him.

You two had worked alongside one another many years ago when you both were in training and served.

CHAT ROOM OPENED:

"$*^4^78&" said: 2005, Platoon 274, Palm Hotel. Trust. Business Opportunity.

Now all that was left to do... was wait. Something that the Jackal was exceptional at, but when it came to you, he could be described as most anxious for those who had the pleasure of viewing it beneath the five layers of coldness he hardened his features into.

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Munich, Germany | 7:48 PM

Your newest weaponry had worked beautifully, seven clear shots all placed right between the eyes as you walked through the crowd of running and screaming museum goers from the charity event as best as you could in your nine-inch heels.

Your deep blue silk dress carrying after you as the cold night air kissed the skin of your leg through the slit. The shawl you wore covered the wound you sustained when pushed onto a pile of glass shards. You held a panicked face, looking around as you followed the various officers yelling out directions and walked back to a nearby hotel room, the staff offering their condolences and not even taking a second look as you stepped into the elevator and broke into a random room on one of the upper floors you thought to be empty thanks to the cleaning cart blocking the doorway.

And the room was barren, blinds down and not a single item used or removed, perfect. Locking the door behind yourself, you flicked on the bathroom light and began removing parts of your prosthetic cheek "implants" and lips. The wig you wore discarded as you washed your face clean and felt around for a hand towel. Fingertips gracing the soft material you pressed it to your face, make-up smearing onto the white before looking up through the foggy mirror to find another standing just beside you, meeting your eyes through the reflection.

Instantly you hook your foot around their ankle yet feeling themself falling they pull your arm down with them as you both crash onto the tiled for. You make no reaction, watching as the mans face slams against the marble as you hike your leg over his waist and press your hands around his neck. He grabs your hips tightly, trying to throw you off as he starts to cough yet you squeeze your thighs tighter together as he curses and groans before pushing to the side- rolling you underneath him as he pins your hands above your head with a glare.

Mascara dripped down your eyes, lipstick smeared and cheeks warming, you spit at his face only for him to wipe it off with a cheeky grin by the back of his suit. "Civilized aren't you?" the man belittles you as you scoff in return.

"Let go of me," you do not plead yet demand, baring your teeth, eyes sharp as he leans down closer to your face. "Are you willing to talk?"

"Depends, you'll have to let go first to see," you counter, trying to blow the hair out of your face as they reach down to tuck it behind your ear- you shiver in disgust. "And why would I do that, knowing someone like yourself?" He tilts his head slightly, eyes searching your own, awaiting your response with sick eagerness that makes you feel sick to your stomach.

"And just who am I?" you ask, giving him an equal stare as you feel the grip on your wrists slightly loosening but before you can move, he places more of his bodyweight atop you, keeping you in place.

"Veil," he says as if an obvious thing like the weather, "weapons-smith, master engineer, ex-MI6..." he rattles off your resume off-the-top of his head as you furrow your brows, they must have been- or are a high officer, you think to yourself, knowing your files to still be accessible to a degree but what shocks you to your core is his next words, "...and 2005, Platoon 274, Palm Hotel, it's been quite the show, watching you, and is an equal delight seeing you this close." You shiver.

For once in your life, you are greatly disturbed, stopping all your sudden movements as you take in his appearance, trying to analyze and pick apart his image before he takes your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "Now, I'm going to ask again. Are you going to behave if I let go? Or must I strap you to a chair for your own wellbeing?"

You let out a deep sigh before batting your eyelashes and putting on a soft smile, "You know, I don't remember the last time I had a man on me. I wouldn't mind staying like this," you tease, offering a small giggle. Alexander hums, "Is that so, well then let us get comfortable..."

With every play you put on, he follows along, casting the line that much further from the shore. A competition of play happens between the two of you, switching between characters, accents and languages. Breaths becoming ragged before he lets you go.

You lie there for a minute, trying to catch your breath before looking up at him and taking his extended hand. Feeling a bit dizzy, you wobble in your shoes as Alexander stabilizes you, leading you towards the couch as you settle yourself, carefully observing his every movement as he pulls a suitcase you instantly recognize to be a work of your own.

Feeling your stare he calls from over his shoulder, "I am a man in awe of your talents." And in that moment a memory flickers over your vision, a young man with dusty hair and sun-kissed cheeks. Camouflage prints running up muscled arms and legs- you shake your head awake. Squinting at the man before you as he stands, suitcase in hands looking down at you.

"Cat got your tongue- hm?" the graduate of your sniping school year presses. "fuck you, Alex," is all you can spit out as you sort thought the onslaught of thoughts as your hands rip the luggage from his hands.

Alex takes a seat beside you, arm casting over the back of the couch, fingers just barley touching your shoulder as you tinker and fix the weaponry before you. You feel his stare as you silently work, dropping a screw by his next carefully chosen words, "good to see you again, (first/name) (last/name). My favourite face of them all."

You glare down at the screw, working your hands around the furnishings to fish it out before carrying on as if nothing happened. "How would you feel about a business opportunity?" You pause your work once more with a huff, annoyance growing as your shoulders rise and you cast a glare his direction.

"I'll stop here if you are not going to pay me for my work here-"

"Not even a deal for an old friend-"

"Alexander" you growl out his name, hating the way he smiles every time you say his name.

"Yes, you'll get payed for this busywork and for a new job, if you'll take it."

"What is it?"

"How does a quarter of a billion sound?"

"Perfect."

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─ · · JACKAL TAGLIST: @swiftietevitdrewjew @groovyponypatrollamp

[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)

[addictedtoeddie]

His code name's Jackal. He's a mimic.

Eddie in The Day of the Jackal Official Trailer.

Streaming will be available on SkyShowtime Hungary from 6th December.

[a-random-fandom-friend]

Hate to break it to you but the "striped wolf" is literally a hyena. Much like how the "spotted wolf" is an african wild dog. They are meant to represent real non-wolf animals. Bizarre choice, but one they made.

I mean... listen. I wrote and deleted a few posts to try to be as clear as possible.

We got the Grey Wolf and the Dog, right ? Canis lupus and Canis lupus familiaris. Literally same specie. It's clear, it's good.

When we go back to the Genus (grouping everyonr who uses the "Canis" part), we got coyotes, and lots of type of wolves (african wolf, red wolf, golden jackal...). Very clear, those are also wolves (or jackals), it's easy. Let's say those are siblings.

What is their closest relative ? Well usually, the Genuses are grouped in Family, but the "canine-looking" branch is so detailled that there is a sub-family, a tribe and even a sub-tribe, which is pretty rare.

Their sub-tribe is called Canina. In this sub-tribe, there are the Canis(wolves), Lycaon (the only specie is the African Wild Dog), Lupuella (2 species of jackals) and Cuon (the only specie is the dhole). Those are 1rst cousins (their parents were siblings)

Its sister sub-tribe (the other sub-tribe in the tribe Canini) is called Cerdocyonina and has incredible names like Atelocynus, Cerdocyon, Chrysocyon, Lycalopex, and Speothos but the important part is that they are : maned wolf. Bush dogs. South american fox. They're incredibly close to... well, classic grey wolves. They're 2nd cousins (their grandparents were siblings).

Then, the closest relatives of the Canini tribe are the other tribes in the Caninae sub-family. So which other tribes are there ? Well, the tribe Vulpini, which means everything fox ! Red foxes, fennecs, tanuki, all of those are here. They are 3rd degree cousin, meaning their great-grandparent were siblings.

Let's note that, once arrived here, we got already a divergence in models in minecraft. Wolves and Foxes are, clearly, different things in minecraft.

Hyenas are not here. Bc hyenas are so fucking far away.

But to get back to our family tree :

Caninae is a sub family in the family Canidae. The other sub families in it are exict, so in our analogy it just means that their great-great-grandparent didn't have any surviving sibling. So, no 4rth degree cousin.

What is above family ? Order, or in this case, sub-order. The Caniformia sub-order regroups the Canidae family (wolves, dogs, foxes) and the Articoidea family, which are... bears, otters, skunk and walruses. Yeah, all of them. And more, like Red panda and racoons. The scientific terms are Ursoidae, mustelida and pinnipedimorpha. Which means, weasels, polar bears and seals are 5rth cousin with grey wolves and dogs (great great great grandparents were siblings). Also it's really obvious but Bears also have their own minecraft model, distict from wolves are foxes.

Above the Caniformia sub-order, we finally have the Order. Wolves' order are Carnivora, which, are you might guess, is absolutly huge. Sixth lasgest order of mammals. The Carnivora order has 2 sub orders : the caniformia... and the feliformia. THAT'S where the hyena is. The closest relative to both wolves and hyenas are in the ORDER. that's so incredibly far away !!! 6th cousin, so their great great great great grandparent were siblings.

Just. Yeah, imagine, someone comes to you and says "the grandmother of the grandma of your grandma... was the sister of the grand father of the grandma of my grandpa". Do you even consider yourself related, at this point ? Technically yes, but if we consider that all of these people had their kids at 30, and you're 30 yourself that's means the last common ancestor with this person was born in 1780.

Anyway. Yeah. I'm tired. They coded ocelots differently than wild cats but used the same model, and the group where they find eachother is the sub-family (3rd cousin) Hyenas are in a sub-order (5th cousin) with cats. Dogs are more closely related to bears and walruses than to hyenas.

If we transpose that to humans...

Our genus (1rst cousin) is Homo. We're the only surviving specie.Same with our sub tribe, australopithecine.

Our tribe is Hominini. It groups us with chimpanzee and bonobos.

Our subfamily is homininae. It groups us with gorillas.

Our family is hominidae. It groups us with orangutans.

We have a super-family grouping us with gibbons and siamang. A parv-order grouping us with macaques, baboons, madrills. A infraorder grouping us with spider monkeys, marmosets, squirel monkeys.

Suborder harplohini groups us with tarsiers.

Our order, Primates, groups us with lemurs. Lorises. Pottos. Galagos.

You are closer to this

...than a dog is close to a hyena.

So no, I refute Mojang's choice. Their "stiped wolf" will not be a hyena. They made up creepers and sniffers and endermites, well they also made up the striped wolf. Their 'wolves' can be coyotes and jackals and weirder things, but since they can't be foxes or bears... they can't be hyenas.

[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!

[umtrem]

this is my jackal squad OC that i accidentally created with my bestie

It came about when my bestie and I were naming the jackal squad, we created several headcanons and this OC came about like that.

these are the names of the jackal squad headcanons:

While researching, I saw that they had French number names, so the idea is that these numbers are code names

Zero: Infinite

Un: Clark

Deux: Sandy

Trois: Sam

Quatre: Critical

Six: Destruct

is in order from oldest to youngest.

[honey-on-mars]

Guard Dog

TW: violence, fight scenes, mentions of blood, threats, language (curses; bitch, shit, etc.), injury 

note: as always advice/constructive criticism is appreciated and if I am missing a warning please let me know and I will fix it :) [also I was excited to get the first chapter out but, I will be reading this again later today to fix any slight errors] BTW, I’m thinking about aging up Isaac (so that reader, derek, and him are the same age 26 b/c i was thinking about making him a love interest; feel free to give your thoughts)

Chapter 1

These stupid hunters. Jesus. Why did they have to run all the way out here? I hear the hunters come to a stop. Aaagh and of course, a scream follows. I pick up my pace, careful not to attract ant attention. That’s when I see it. A blonde girl falls to the ground, panic radiating off her scent. Then, I see the arrow. Right to the leg. Before I get a chance to do anything, there’s another kid. Tall with a kind of muscular build. He’s blocking the other girl from getting hit by more arrows. And, I’m sure I’ve never seen a more reckless pair of kids. But, something about the way the boy’s protecting the girl, like he’s done it a million times and wouldn’t hesitate to do it a million more. It reminds me of someone. Then, I realize. It reminds me of Nikolai, my Nikie. For a second, my indifference from before is replaced with rage. Then, that familiar whistling blows through the air. It’s the brunette hunter. She just fired another arrow. I waste no time. Before the arrow can even so much as graze the boy, my gun fires at her. It doesn’t hit her. But, that’s fine, she’s not my target. My target is that string she pulls so easily. I’m done. I’ve had enough of whatever sick game she’s playing. She wants to play with lives. That’s fine. I’ll show her what it’s like to be toyed with. As soon as her string breaks, I watch as she reaches for another weapon–a miniature crossbow. But, just as soon as she has it out. I fire again. Breaking this toy of hers too. “Aren’t you hunters supposed to have a code you follow?” I sneer, finally stepping out from the shadows. I’m dressed in black tactical armor from head to toe and strapped with a web of different weapons. The moonlight flickers over the symbol of The Guard over my chest–in gold thread is a jackal. My face is covered by my hood, but her gaze is heavy. I keep moving until I’m stood in front of the two kids. “Allison, step back” says a voice from behind the brunette. It’s deep, authoritative. And so clearly, a man. “Allison, huh? What a pretty name.” I say my lips turning up into a mocking smile, “Shame your personality’s so nasty” the look on her face darkens, and her jaw clenches. It’s clear I’ve pissed her off. “ALLISON! NOW!” says the voice again, louder this time, more demanding and it’s about to be her undoing. “Awww! But, I’m having such a good time pissing her off.” I goad her more, easily enough she pulls out a knife. The moonlight bounces off of it and I scoff, pulling one out from my belt. “I have one too, princess.” We tiptoe for a little. And I wait. For an opening. She takes the first step, swiping her knife at me. She’s fast–faster than I expected–but, still I’m faster. She tries to take another swipe, I dodge again. This time, it’s my turn. I step forwards and slash my knife against her waist. Blood drips. “Whoops! That’ll be a pain to clean up” She hisses, her arm instinctively moving to check the injured area. Not fast enough. Then, right as she’s distracted. I hear it. Whoever was trying to warn her from before, fires a shot at me. A bullet. Shit. I was too careless. I feel pain radiating out from my hip. Before, I can make another move, adjust my stance. Two arms grip me, pulling me away from the hunters. It’s the two kids. Although, I’m not sure if I should be grateful or annoyed. They’re fast, everything’s turning into a blur. But, I can still see the frustration on Allison’s face as she grips her wound.

“Here. Sit. We’ll get Derek. He can help.” They set me gently on a couch. It’s leather. And it’ll be a bitch to get blood off of. But, I settle. It’s not like I can go anywhere else until they take the bullet out of my hip. “You’re going to be okay” says the blonde, thought I think it’s more for herself than me. “Yeah, just need this bullet out. Not my first time but, it hurts like a motherfucker.” I wince, either this wound is worse than I thought or this couch is really shitty. “Just come back. And bring Deaton. It’s an emergency.” I hear the boy from earlier. He’s on the phone. “Fine. But, Scott and Stiles are with me too. So, they’re gonna have to come” says the voice on the other line. I go still. They had better not be talking about my Scott and Stiles. They cannot be mixed up in this. I try to move to say something but, it hurts too much. “Yeah, whatever. Just hurry.”

The doors glide open and I wince trying to see who it is. “Sit. It’s okay, they’re here to help.” Immediately, I see Scott and Stiles. MY scott and stiles. Then, I see two other people, both men. One looks to be my age with black hair and blue eyes. The other’s older, wearing a doctor’s coat and holding a briefcase. The older one moves towards me, “My name is Deaton. I’m going to check your wound” I look at him hesitantly, “You can trust him [name]. He’s my boss.” says Scott, his brows furrowed and eyes trailing over my wound. I nod. It takes a while but this Deaton guy finishes inspecting my wound. “We need to get that bullet out” whispers Deaton, he’s talking to Scott and the guy with black hair. They both look me over simultaneously, I can feel the pity in their gazes. “I agree. So can someone please, finally take this bullet out? It’s pretty painful, if you haven’t noticed.” I sigh, I’m already over the looks of pity and I’m dreading the conversation that I KNOW, I’ll be having with Scott and Stiles. “Yeah, I’ll get started” says the doctor guy, opening his case and setting up his tools. “This won’t take long. You’re strong, okay? You can handle this.” He says his eyes looking at me with a calm determination. He starts. And he was right, it didn’t take long. But, apparently I’m not as strong as he thought I was because the only thing that hurt more when he was taking that bullet out, was probably Scott’s hand, which I was holding onto as said bullet was being taken out.

Now’s time for the really good part. “What happened, [name]? You’re back? How come you didn’t tell me?” says Scott, his eyes are drooping. He’s clearly hurt, I didn’t tell him I’m home. “Wait a minute. Scott, you know her?” says the boy from earlier, who I still don’t know, his eyes are widened and whipping his head towards Scott. “Yeah, she’s my older sister” he replies, with no tact whatsoever. “Yeah. Hi, my name is [name] McCall. Like he said, I’m the unfortunate soul who got stuck as his sister.” I chuckle, but Scott just clenches his fists at his side, letting out a sharp huff as he glares at me. “Can someone just explain what’s going on?” cuts in the guy with black hair. “Uh–yeah. I can I guess. But, forewarning it’s a little complicated” I say looking up at him and he glares at me. Jeez, if I didn’t think he looked like a grumpy cat, he might actually scare me. “Okay, short version it is.” I sigh, ”It started a couple months ago, I noticed more and more hunters were breaking their precious little code. Most of them, were hanging around here. So, I decided to fly in to see what’s been going on. I only got here this morning,” I say, glancing at Scott, I don’t want him thinking I intentionally hid my return, “decided to look around this evening. That’s when I came across some hunters, cornering blondie and muscles over there.” the blonde cuts me off, eyes rolling “It’s Erica. And Boyd.” “Cool, anyways,” I continue, “I hadn’t planned on getting involved. At least, not until Boyd, here, decided he’d be more helpful after getting turned into swiss cheese instead of of running for help–” “Wait, what do you mean, Swiss cheese?” asks Stiles “That brunette bitch. Allison. Whatever her name was. She was firing arrows at the two. Poking holes like it was some twisted game.” I look up at everyone, hesitant “Honestly? It looked like she was getting off on it. It was sick.” I can feel my stomach turning just at the memory of it. “Hold on–do you mean Allison Argent?” asks Scott, he seems distressed. His brows are practically one, but his eyes are wide. Like he can’t believe it. “Look,” I offer, gently “I don’t know what her last is. But if it is Argent? Then Scott, you need to stay far away from her. I’ve had plenty of experience with Argents. None of them are good news.” I don’t want Scott to get hurt, not like I did. Not like what Gerard and Kate did to me. “That doesn’t make any sense though. Why would Allison attack us? She knows Erica and Boyd. They haven’t done anything.” Scott pleads, voice cracking. I don’t get a chance to say anything before blondie–Erica–pipes up. “Look Scott. I get it. You love Allison but, your sister’s right. Allison is dangerous. If she hadn’t been there, I seriously think she would’ve killed us or come damn close.” Scott looks down at his feet, his shoulders slumped. “Hey,” I suggest, slowly moving form the couch, “it’s been a long day for us all. Why don’t I take Scott and we can all talk about this tomorrow?”. Aside from Scott possibly being in love with an Argent, I had a bullet taken out from my side today and I cannot wait to get into bed and sleep. “Sounds like a good idea. We can meet back here tomorrow.” says grumpy cat guy.

[sonic-oc-showdown]

ROUND 2

Trace belongs to @sapphanimates

Sting belongs to @whimsical-sonic

Find out more about them below!

Trace the Tasmanian Devil:

Trace is a character that resides in my AU, Project Alacrity. She was born at the tail end of the Great War between the Human settlers and Mobian natives. They had just started to come to a closed agreement, with the only fork in their plans being a pack of ruthless Jackals who followed no rules and took whatever they wanted.

Trace was sent as a spy into their ranks, claiming to be a child of hybrid decent, and ended up gaining their trust. That is until her ruse was discovered by a young Infinite, who exposed her to the clan. As a punishment, they melded a metalic grate onto her face, preventing her from using her powerful jaws to attack, and to stop her from spreading secrets. Her hometown effectively retaliated, driving the Jackals away, but it was too late. She was permanently afflicted mentally and physically.

Months later, she eventually decided set off on her own, and came across a basilisk lizard named Zess, who taught her sign language and helped to care for her. From there they made more allies and grew a team, The Daybreak's Angels. When Infinite allied with Eggman and began their conquest, the Angels were there, assisting the Resistance from the shadows whenever they could.

Trace is respected by her team, not only for her experience in battle, but also in perseverance and her fair judgement. She believes forgiveness can be earned, if one puts their full effort into achieving it.

Sting the Scorpion:

Sting is a medical student with a side gig in mercenary work, although "side gig" is starting to turn into full-time work. Originally, he took up odd jobs to help pay for his classes, but his success has tempted him in better paying, more challenging jobs.

Sting is stern, typically no-nonsense, but is not immune to the occasional cocky banter. He runs on a personal moral code that no one but him seems to know. He's not a bad guy, but he'll do almost anything for the right price.

He is proficient in martial arts. He only uses his poisonous stinger in combat if the situation deems it necessary.

[theangrycomet-art]

Sonic Underground Reprise: Jackal Squad

Sonic Underground🤝 Sonic Forces; cool premise with potential, bad execution

Order from Left to Right: Quatre, Trois, Duex, Uno, and Vee/Zero/Infinite

Notes:

nomadic, with several bases across the region

their numbers are code names, though they all prefer these to their real names

the five grew up in Madame Fairweather's Sanctuary for Troubled Boys until they ran away together (roughly 10 years ago)

they would throw eachother off a cliff but if anyone else messses with them they are roadkill

100% success rate for their missions

Not Pro-Robotnik, not Anti-Robonik, but a secret 3rd thing (Pro-Getting-Paid)

Occasionally hired by the Azcan tribe for assistance

Uno

22, he/him

medic

weapon of choice: shuriken

Frontman, new clients believe Uno is the leader

Vee/Zero's right hand man, the one he goes to for advice

the most levelheaded of the group

mediator

charismatic, could talk you out of your shoes

the mom friend (to his sqaud only)

Duex

21, they/he

the explosives specialist

weapon of choice: explosive, hatchet

lost their right ear as a child as "punishment" for accidentally breaking a stain glass window

blew themself on their last mission, hence the bandages (their fine)

pyromaniac

he's like Vinny from Atlantis

Trois

18, she/her (trans)

tech expert, locksmith

weapon of choice: custom blaster

low tolerance for active stupidity/liars

tends to fiddle with what ever her latest project is when idle

gets very excited to show her skills/projects

easily frustrated when her devices/plan don't work, but unbearably smug when they do

break her stuff and she will break you

Quatre

14, he/him

the wild card

weapon of choice: twin energy(?) daggers

no filter/calls it like he sees it

a bit of a klepto, the others don't care as long as he's not stealing from them and doesn't screw up the mission

excitable and reckless, often has to be pulled out scrapes, usually Vee

Do NOT call him the baby, he will steal your kneecaps

daggers were a gift from Vee after his first successful solo mission

Vee/Zero

19, he/him

"the Boss", tank

weapon of choice: scarlet scimitar

Vee was Zero's original codename, but he changes it to Zero when his squad's killed

best cook of the group

selfish bastard, always has to be the one to finish off the fight

possessive, very protective of what's his (or what he views to be his)

this includes his squad

heterochromia, though his right eye was damaged as a child during an attempted kidnapping

red onyx necklace was a gift from his boyfriend (part of a matching set)

[nyahkmenrah]

My theory on how the tablet works!

I’ve been thinking about the tablet a lot (as one does), and I believe I’ve cracked the code.

This is going to be long, buckle up.

So we know from the 3rd movie it's blessed by Khonsu and activates under the moonlight, needed to be exposed to moonlight every so often to retain its power. The fact it's been blessed by a god implies that the Egyptian gods and their realms actually do exist in this universe. We know there's an underworld because Kah tried to open it up in the second movie. Weather other pantheons exist is unknown, but the Egyptian one absolutely does in this universe.

Since the is an underworld and thus an afterlife, I think that the tablet works by placing the soul of a person/being into the object it's bringing to life.

The whole reason the tablet was created was so Ahk and his parents could be together forever even after death, the whole point of it is to resurrect the dead. So the enchantment is one that takes the soul of a dead being and places it back into the body as long as it's nearby enough to the tablet, and under the light of the moon/ charged with the moon. I do find Khonsu an odd choice for resurrection magic, since he's not really a death god. But he is a moon god and watches over night travellers, both living and dead. So the fact the tablet brings the beings back to life at night checks out.

1. What can come to life?

We also know that objects that aren't a corpse like Ahk can be animated. Like the minis and wax figures. Not just people but animals like Dexter and Rexy. So I think the rule there is that as long as it resembles a living being, real or mythical it can come to life.

2. Who can come to life and how?

If the figure represents a specific person (Teddy, Sacajawea, Atilla etc) the tablet will place that persons soul into the figure and that person will come to life with the memories, personality etc if that person carried by the soul.

If the figure doesn't represent a particular person, the tablet will find a soul that somewhat matches the figure and use that. Like the minis. Because let's be honest there's no way the museum named every single mini and modelled them all after real people. So the tablet saw a figure of a Roman general, found the soul of Gauis Octavius who was a known Roman general and placed his soul in the figure. It saw a cowboy, and picked a soul from that same area and time period to place into the figure. The real Jedediah was actually a mountain man, but mountain men and cowboys are similar enough the tablet made that figure Jedediah Strong Smith anyway.

In the case of animals, the same rule applies. If the figure represents a particular animal (like the space monkey Abe from the second movie) it'll put that soul in the figure. If it's just a random animal it'll just put a random animals soul that matches the species and time period.

And in the case of mythical creatures, it'll create a kind of puedo-soul to fill it. Lancelot isn't actually a real person, but it is likely he was inspired by real people. So the tablet saw a figure meant to be lancet and took the soul of a knight that inspired Lancelot, made some tweaks and put it into Lancelot figure. And with creatures like the giant snake thing (I can't remember the name) from the third movie it did something similar, taking several snakes souls and giving each head one of them. Similarly, the Anubis-Jackal guards that protect Ahkmenrahs exhibit are probably pseudo-souls created using warriors/guards and jackals. Made with the intent to protect Ahkmenrah and his belongings.

With the artworks, it again depends on who or what the art is depicting. If it's just a scenery, it'll simply open up a kind of pocket dimension (like the ones Larry jumped through in the 2nd movie) that resembles the scenery.  If it's depicting a real person, it'll put that persons soul in. If it's depicting random people it'll place a soul from the time period in. As well as creating a pocket dimension of that place and time for the people to exist in.

Like the the photo of the solider kissing the nurse, it took a the souls of people from the time period and placed them into the photo. In the case of this particular photo, the subjects in the picture are unknown although some contenders exist, and are still alive. So the tablet kinda just took a random set of souls from the time and shoved them in, the man being kissed in this tablet pocket dimension photo ended up being Joey Motorola who was one of the people who invented the mobile phone. Larry accidentally created a time anomaly that day, when he dropped his phone in the painting and Joey picked it up, reverse engineering it to make the phone.

Btw Joey is played by Jay Baruchel, who is the voice of Hiccup and I can't ever un-hear him as Hiccup from my HTTYD days. So when he talks in the movie I was all "omg hiccup?"

Anyway-

3. How real are the living figures?

We know they can be hurt, as when Jed and Octavius were still in their enemies phase of their enemies to lovers arc, they whack each other up and react in pain. We also know they can eat and drink, since there's a set of advertisement skits for the 3rd movie that shows them eating and drinking. For people like Ahk, real corpses reanimated it'd simply just be their bodies reanimating and the tablets magic allowing them to function. In cases where they're missing organs, like Ahk being mummified as thus having his organs taken out or, being made of wax etc and not having organs, the tablet with simulate them. Allowing them to eat, drink, get tired and out of breath after running etc.

So yes, that means you could probably do the no pants dance with one of the exhibits because they'd have simulated organs.

But, they can't die. Not unless the tablet does. We see them start to loose life in the 3rd movie. Ahk stars to mummify and the others start to act up and freeze. But we know they can't die any other way because Teddy literally got chopped in half in the first movie and was able to just melt some wax to put himself back together. Jed and Octavius definitely should have died in that RC car crash too, but they lived. And if Jed ended up covered in sand by that hourglass, he's likely not fully die since he can't, but he'd definitely be in constant agony breathing in sand and basically endlessly suffocating. And we've established they can still be hurt, so he'd be... alive but very traumatised. Not fun.

The tablet simulates restores or simulates bodily function by putting that soul into the vessel. It's magic keeps them alive until the sun comes up.

4. Other powers.

We do see that the tablet can do some other things, in the first movie when Ahk says some commands to it and it pulls all the exhibits back to the museum. That is a power I can understand since you know, Khonsu, watcher over travellers. Makes sense the tablet can draw people to a meeting point.

It can also open portals, as shown in the second movie. Now you could argue the painting pocket dimension things are portals, which is just a side effect of brining in animated objects to life. I'd assume the only portals it can open is the underworld one, since the original purpose of the tablet was to resurrect the dead, you might need to get the dead from the underworld for that. And those painting ones which wasn't the initial plan, just a side effect.

But that's all we really see it do. So I don't really know what else it could do.

TLDR:

The tablet was originally made to resurrect the dead, being blessed by Khonsu. The tablet works by placing a soul into a vessel, allowing it life. The soul carries the memories and personality etc of the person it once was. The vessel it's in has simulated body functions. It can also draw people to a meeting point and open portals. All of this does fit with the kind of powers Khonsu would be able to grant as a moon god and watcher of night travellers both living and dead. It needs moonlight every so often to stay 'charged'. It responds to the ancient Egyptian language, certain symbols of tiles in a particular order and likely can only be activated by Ahkmenrah and his families use.

And there you go, that's my theory on how the tablet works. That's all I got for now, I'd I find anything else I'll add it in.

[sillywormz]

DO U HAVE any more squid game furries hcs….. IM CURIOUS :3 and if not urmmmm who is ur underrated fav….. aka a character u think is cool but isnt talked abt that much

OMG YES I DO HAVE MORE FURRY HEADCANONS!!!

(putting a readmore here bc i ended up rambling fjfhgbkfnfkdk)

i think that daeho would be a tabby cat, a lot of ppl headcanon him as a tiger bc of his name but i think it would be sooo cute if he was a kitty cat with a name meaning "big tiger" LOLLL. jungbae is like...... a puppy doggy to me. he's friendly and enthusiastic and loves the idea of hierarchies (like with his marine talk) and tries to seem tough occasionally, but he's also a big sweetie and kind and caring :3 idk what kind of dog he'd be though....... still undecided on that

i can kinda picture sangwoo being a kitty too ngl........ the way that he can be kinda aloof sometimes reminds me of a cat lol plus something abt the symbolism/imagery of him being a cat and gihun being a rat is. Ouugh. but also i feel like cats are kinda generic choices for furries so idk if i'm 100% decided on that or if i wanna go with something else. i've also considered making gihun himself a cat at different points and might still draw him as one lol, the idea of him being a black cat (an animal that's considered lucky in some cultures and unlucky in others) rlly appeals to me. i am very indecisive lmao.

saebyeok i could definitely see as being a fox or a wolf. maybe a fox since they're more independent/solitary like she is? i could also picture her being a golden jackal

(^ one of those). idk why....... she just gives me canid vibes for some reason

thanos would be a ferret. this one i'm 100% sure on

^ the same image.

namgyu is a hyena. to me.

my biggest/most favourite furry hc that i haven't drawn yet though is noeul being a hare!!! specifically a belgian hare!!!!!

she's VERY lagomorph coded to me. ig kinda bc she literally wears that bunny mascot costume in canon but also something abt her is just. yeah. definitely a lagomorph. i picked a hare instead of a rabbit bc hares are a little more Unhinged than rabbits imo and they have that kind of intense look in their eyes plus they're stronger and more lanky than rabbits, so i feel like they suited her a little more yknow? i feel like the juxtaposition of her being a prey animal who literally kills people for her job could be rlly cool too

+ one more note on furry au things. i think that stoat inho would make an active effort to disguise what species he is when he's in his frontman outfit, bc i guess in this au what species someone is could be a way of identifying them relatively easily. he probably tucks his tail in/ties it down and wears a mask with cat or dog-like pointed ears on it so that people don't know he's a stoat. hence why gihun wouldn't rlly be suspicious of him when he joins the games bc he just assumed that the frontman was either a cat or a dog, lol. i also think that inho would usually be a stoat with darker brown-ish fur naturally, but he dyes it a much more typical light brown/orange colour before joining the games as "youngil". hehehe

ALSO FOR UNDERRATED CHARACTERS. jungbae and noeul!!!!!!!!! they're two of my ultimate favs from squid game and i love them both so much but it feels like a lot of ppl kinda forget abt them ;___;

jungbae is such an important character and his death is going to rlly shape s3 and change gihun going forward imo, bc in a way he was one of the last pieces of hope gihun had to cling to and he was gihun's best friend...... and now that he's gone and died in a way that gihun might feel guilty abt or blame himself for........ i can imagine his death will be a defining part of the trajectory for s3. plus his interactions with gihun in s3 were genuinely so cute and sweet and he was a well-needed ray of sunshine and comedic relief in s2 when things were otherwise bleak, and personally i just find him very likeable and i love every scene with him in it, he has so much chemistry with everyone and he's so fun...... but then in a lot of fan content ppl rlly just have him there as an afterthought or don't even include him at all, and it makes me so sad. i've read so many fics where gihun moves on from his death kinda fast and forgives inho for it after like 3 hours and it always makes me a little mad even if the fic is otherwise good. like that's his best friend!!!! he's not just gonna be like "well you shouldn't have killed my best friend who i've known for 10+ years but you're hot so i forgive you it's fine :3" to inho. dgmw i love inhun but gihun is NOT gonna forgive him for killing jungbae ever, imo. he might end up sparing inho's life or allying with him but i don't think jungbae's death is something he'll move on from easily yknow. aiauauauaiaooihgh.

noeul is underrated for sliiightly more understandable reasons imo, bc i think the subplot with her hasn't rlly "taken off" properly in s2 and we're going to see more of her in action in s3, so i don't think her full potential as a character has been realised yet. but regardless she's still a very fascinating character to me and i love her so much. the way she's a good person in some contexts but a murderer in other contexts is so good.

i love how she can compartmentalise herself in that way and i loooove how player 246 joining the games is steadily breaking down the walls she'd built separating the parts of herself. she's been noeul the civilian, noeul the mascot actor, and noeul the soldier, but now all of those parts of herself are being collapsed into one and i find that so interesting. i'm so excited to see where they go with her in s3.

also i love how her subplot also gives us a glimpse into how the soldiers live and how in a way, they're just as much a part of the game and players in it as the actual players are. they're also given numbers and uniforms, have their personal belongings removed, can't communicate with the outside world, can be killed after making the slightest mistake, are violent towards one another, and are seen as cannon fodder by inho and the vips...... just like the players are. they're completely lacking in personal agency and aren't rlly given basic rights or respect. and inho is perfectly fine with sacrificing them to achieve his own goals. idk i find it rlly interesting how squid game makes the point that the guards are just as much pawns in and victims of the same viscious system that the players are stuck in. in the end it's all just disenfranchised oppressed people carrying out violence against other disenfranchised oppressed people for the entertainment of the wealthy who never have to get their own hands dirty. it's so. ouuugh. i'm not smart enough to know what to say abt it but there's something so fascinating there for sure and i rlly love how noeul's subplot explores that dynamic in more depth/shows it more openly

ANYWAY SORRY this post turned into a massive wall of text i'm so sorry i'm a Certified Yapper. tysm for the ask i had a lot of fun answering it :3 i hope you're having a good day/night/etc! <3

[jackals-ships]

anyways sweeping everything off my desk we're talkin about the book series that i think me and like. 3 other ppl have read. that post of "books that are lowkey not so good but you read them as a kid/teen and it Altered You" that's me vs this series

so synopsis "The Black Magician Trilogy follows a girl called Sonea who lives in the slums of Kyralia. Sonea’s magical ability is revealed during a confrontation between the poor and the Magicians’ Guild. Her life seems outside of her control from that moment on as she tries to understand what is going on. In her struggle to learn magic and find her place, she discovers a dark and terrifying secret at the heart of the Guild. It not only involves forbidden magic, but her friends in the city’s underworld, and the very survival of Kyralia and the Allied Lands."

and like i love Sonea, my darling, but i am Fascinated by whatever the fuck Jackals whole deal is. 1st book bc i could talk Forever

so first off the 1st book plot starts on the fact that Sonea is a dwell, someone who should Not be able to do magic, and the guild has no idea who it IS which is why they're chasing her down (i stand by the fact forever Sonea did nothing wrong. ever <3) but you have Jackal, showing up to talk to the Thieves at basically exactly the same time that she is and calling her by name (i stand corrected one™ thing wrong. not immediately asking wtf)

a fun detail tho i only connected on a second read through was "You can just call me Hound." There's an odd lilt to their words, making her wonder if they're amused or that's merely an accent." Jackal has So Much Canine coding just in general but they're literally called the High Lord's Dog by characters that don't like them. they're being a little shit !!

the next time we see them actually is when Sonea breaks in looking for information and stumbles upon Oops! High Lord's Doing Blood Magic! (but yanno none of us know that til Lorlen truthreads her) where they're described as "A similarly dark robed stranger sweeps into the room, his face is hidden by the hood. Sonea can't make out the words passed between the pair but there is a tenderness in the way he touches his arm."

"oh but Jackal is described with they-" first off they/he king SECOND we are literally never introduced to a male love interest but we Are given so many scenes of Jackal Akkarin Thinly Veiled Longing And Homoeroticism

the next time we Confirmed see Jackal is imo, the funniest, Rothen and Fergun are having their little bitch baby slap fight about who should be Sonea's mentor right. and they just. swan in during the trial. well technically the End of the trial

(first scene of Gay Gay Homosexual Gay too Jackal is described as "looking up at the High Lord on the stands, lips quirking up in a soft smile. Their tone takes on an air of, Sonea doesn't know how else to say it, teasing.")

anyways they swan in and Yoink Sonea. EVERYONE is shocked because apparently? Jackal just doesn't take on apprentices one on one (this is confirmed in the Novice btw they're SO MEANNN to the students oh my god)

the ending scene is about as expected, Jackal is helping Sonea settle in but then !! but then !! you have them "inclining their head in her direction, something fond in Lord Jackals expression. Something..almost too friendly. As if they had not met properly mere hours ago, but they knew her far longer."

hey trudi, hey hey what do you MEAN by that. like ik Jackal has some weird seemingly meta narrative stuff going on but what do you MEAN?

[kira-mortham]

New OC just dropped!

After watching the new Deadpool movie my obsession with the X-Men returned... I can never escape it...

ANYWAYS! Meet Lobo! They are a mutant with a shapeshifting mutation that allows them to be whatever they want!

Here's the google doc im using to write stuff on them rn

[crystal-cliffs]

500 years later and we finally have more cats‼️

Again, lore (yap) below

Crystalbreeze (Faurzan) is the eldest active warrior in the territories and she will make sure you know it, sometimes claiming that Starclan must have blessed her with nine lives as well because she’s still as swift and nimble as she was when she was an apprentice. She’s the go to mentor for apprentices who may need a bit more discipline and has successfully trained Goldenstar, Flamemane, and Leopardlounge. Overall she is a trusted warrior and one of the first cats Goldenstar goes to for advice. Her birth name was ‘Crystal’ after the color of her coat and she gained the suffix ‘breeze’ for her swiftness as a young warrior.

Meadowdream (Nahida) is a gentle, albeit small, senior warrior of Thunderclan with a knack for making sure everyone feels included. Similar to Crystalbreeze she mostly stays out of retirement out of a love for training the next generation of warriors. Although she tends to get passed over for mentorship opportunities as of late, all the apprentices know they can go to Meadowdream for any questions they may be a little to nervous to ask their own mentors. Her birth name was ‘Meadow’ and was given the suffix ‘Dream’ as a joke to how she always seemed to sleep in during her apprentice days but also a reference to how she always shad such big dreams.

Cloudflurry (Ganyu) is a warrior known for her calmness and diplomacy, a trusted warrior of Goldenstar who seems to be just as involved with running Thunderclan as Goldenstar, Sunspot, and the healers. Not traditional, but nobody really cares so long as the warrior code is upheld and the clan is thriving. Her birth name was ‘Flurry’ and gained the prefix ‘cloud’ after her soft and welcoming appearence.

Waveshadow (Yelan) is another trusted warrior of Goldenstar’s and her mate. Although no one in the clan would have ever really expected such a union. It seemed more like a ‘publicity stunt’ if you will. Either way, she seems satisfied with her role in the clan so again, no one really gives their relationship a second glance. Her birth name was ‘Wave’ and she gained the suffix ‘Shadow’ due to her stealth abilities, appearing undetectable by all her prey and even other cats.

Flamemane (Dehya) is Sunspot’s half sister and a formible warrior of Thunderclan. Having a ferocity on the battlefield paired with a kindness to anyone who is troubled, always willing to lend a listening ear or a few biting words when needed. Her birth name was ‘Flame’ and she gained the suffix ‘Mane’ after her mane of fur but also as a combination to her mane of fur looking like fire.

Jackalwhisper (Cyno) was originally a loner, originally named just Jackal, going towards the territories in hope of finding the rumored clans that roamed the forest. In search of a place he could belong. Thunderclan, still under Stonestance, welcomed the rom with open arms and with the guidance of Meadowdream, became a well respected warrior around the forest. He was given the suffix ‘Whisper’ in honor of his quiet confidence despite his unfortunate origins.