#jackael

[robotnik-mun]

so robotnik-mun now that sonic frontiers is out, what are your thoughts on the relationship between eggman and sage? To me it seems ooc of eggman to grow a parental bond towards sage. Considering eggman is someone that only cares about himself and will ditch anyone that isn’t of use to him anymore. Example: infinite and metal sonic.

Your reasoning strikes me as heavily flawed. If Eggman truly didn't care about Metal Sonic he'd have simply destroyed him after the Metal Overlord incident. Eggman is indeed a deeply selfish person, but that doesn't exactly discount the idea that he cares more about his machines than he does people. He cares enough about Orbot and Cubot to keep them around despite them not really being all that competent. It's not really an out there development to suggest he places value or even feels affection for certain creations. 

In fact, you bringing up Infinite only enhances the argument that he would care about his better machines. Infinite is a jumped up thug who he enhanced and who failed in his given job. Why would he care about what happened to a mercenary, compared to something Eggman himself personally created? It makes far more sense for him to show a care towards his own machines than he does to any organic being.

#Sonic the Hedgehog #Sage #Metal Sonic #Infinite the Jackael

[rinwellisathing]

Pronunciation key for You're Awful, I Love You OCs, just in case.

Sentry Ojeda: Sen-tree Oh-hay-dah

Evagria Ojeda: Eve-ah-gree-ah Oh-hay-da

Gabraela: Gah-bray-la

Tomi: Tow-mee

Jackael: Jahk-eye-el

Wysp: Wisp

Most of these are probably unnecessary, but I just like to include it since these are names that aren't said in-game.

#oc #OC: Sentry Ojeda #writing #fanfic

[shadeofazmeinya]

ok now hear me out. fahc jack napping in michael’s leather jacket

#fake ah crew #fahc #ragehappy #jackael #fahc jack #fahc michael #i am but a simple person #also i am bored at work #between busy moments at least #and i love jackael

[monarchisms]

[inspired by @evansbvckley‘s post]

here’s michael and jack goofing around during the last round of werewolves from achievement hunter’s epic 12 hour extravaganza livestream

#michael jones #jack pattillo #achievement hunter #ah12hour #jackael #betting buddies #team angry fat #aaa i love them so much!!!!!!!!!!!! #the best part of this round imo #i may gif one more part of the entire livestream since everything else either got giffed already #or there was a video/highlight post about it #that's how damn good this livestream was!!!!!! #e's gifs #queue #shoutout to bmvagaboner (good url lmao) for sharing their recording of the whole stream <3

[bostonchungschwa]

jack/michael is SUCH an underrated ship

#nick gets personal #jackael #jottillo #i have no clue which one we use anymore

[fjorrd]

listen, im always here for jackael my friend. i still adore it with all my heart. so i leave you with this thought: you know michael will be protective of the ones he loves. but Jack? A truly, pissed off, vengeful Jack? The whole damn city is at risk of burning when Jack's going to get back her boy. And Michael is just in awe at it all, starry-eyed and mouth open when he watches her explode a building with his explosives and fireman-carries his ass to safety.

michael is jack’s damsel in distress. she will walk through hell and back for this idiotic boy (’:

#I LOVE JACKAEL #jackael #ragehappy #ask #shadeofazmeinya

[vagrantblvrd]

(just because its my fav soft ship): i wish you'd write a fic with soft hurt/comfort jackael where maybe the boys are stuck together as they hide in a safehouse after a heist gone bad, michael needing to keep jack patched up and stable and both worried about the rest of the crew while just keeping themselves alive through the night

Oh my gosh, yes.

They end up in this old garage on the east side of the city, place the crew liked to joke as being part of Geoff’s mid-life crisis. (Normal people go out and buy a sweet little convertible or maybe  a bike. Geoff goes and buys a motorcycle clubhouse, because of course he does.)

It’s not in the best shape, but the only people who know about it are the Fakes so it’s safe enough for now.

Jack got shot in the arm in their escape and there may have been a bit of a bumpy ride to the garage.

(Gung-ho cops who want to take the crew down no matter what. Don’t care if it means racking up a major bill for property damage and thank God Michael decided on taking his armored Kuruma even though it’s not the fastest thing around.)

And Jack, okay. Jack’s giving him this look as Michael drags him to the lounge area upstairs and sits him down on one of the beaten up couches. Goes to get the first-aide kit someone stashed here and sets about cleaning and bandaging Jack’s gunshot wound while Jack ~gently nitpicks.

“Okay, you can shut up now, asshole,” Michael mutters, because Jack’s giving him his Pleasant smile, and Jack huffs out this little laugh as Michael patches him up.

They keep their phones close to hand because the others haven’t checked in yet and they still don’t know what went wrong yet.

Don’t know if it was plain bad luck or something else. If their target got antsy and switched things up on their own, or if there was a leak somewhere. Someone realized they were up to something or on of their allies or contacts thinking they could get something out of it if they ratted the crew out.

They don’t know, and the rest of their crew is scattered around the city with the cops out for blood and no one’s checked in yet, and who knows what happened to them?

“Michael.”

Jack, all soft and careful like Michael’s one of the strays he and Gavin go all soft over. (Jeremy too, and Ryan, even if he still pretends he doesn’t have a heart. Geoff stays out of it until one of the little bastard gets their claws into his cold lump of a heart and then he acts like he doesn’t have a wobbly kitten trailing all over him in the penthouse or a mutt chewing on his expensive shoes.)

“I’m fine,” Michael snaps, because one of them has to be.

Jack’s hurting and only has one good arm, and Michael’s a little battered, sure, but he’s got this, okay. He does.

“Of course you are,” Jack says, in the Jack kind of way where Michael honestly can’t tell if he’s being serious or looking at Michael like he’s a dumbass.

“Are you - “

Jack’s got this look on his face, right.

The one he wears when he’s humoring someone he happens to think is being especially stupid but he’s far too polite to say so to their face. (And anyone who knows Jack knows that’s a load of bullshit, because Jack.)

So.

“Jack - “

“You’ve got a little something,” Jack says, reaching out to brush at something on Michael’s face. Touch light and careful, and when he pulls his hand back there’s blood on his fingers. “Right there.”

His face stings, and Michael doesn’t remember when it happened – how it happened. Somewhere in the chaos, flying debris or something else. (There are other little aches and stings and his hip hurts like a motherfucker after going out that window earlier.)

“You mind if I take a look at that?”

Michael raises his eyebrows at that, as if Jack’s just going to let it go if he says no.

Oh, he’ll listen if Michael says no, sure. But he’ll just sit there and wait until Michael’s not so wound up to ask again. Come at it from another angle, and by then Michael will have had time to calm down, stop thinking about how close things came earlier.

“Knock yourself out,” Michael says.

Turns on the tv and finds a news broadcast about the botched heist, relaxes a little because it doesn’t seem like the cops have caught up to the others. (God knows it would the only thing on tv for the next forever if - when – that ever happens.)

Michael gives Jack this look when the asshole presses a little kiss over the bandage on his face (“Helps it heal faster.” :D)

Somehow, Jack gets him to play a game of darts -

“I’m going to kick your ass if you pull your stitches.”

“Michael, please.”

(As if he would ever.)

- and he absolutely does not get annoyed at the one-armed bastard who beats him ~handily >:DDDDD (”Jack.”)

They start to gets texts after that, the others checking in to let them know they’re okay and hiding out until things cool down enough to head back to the penthouse.

Look around and realize the garage isn’t a bad place, really, that it might be interesting to humor Geoff in his grand idea for a motorcycle club for a bit. Change of pace and all, and Jack supervises as Michael makes them a little nest out of the couch cushions and the blankets while they bed down for the night.

Jack is making plans for an arm-wrestling rematch with Ryan while Michael rolls his eyes because really? (And he totally does not kiss the bandages over Jack’s gunshot wound when the asshole falls asleep, just in case he’s right about it helping the healing along. No.)

#shadeofazmeinya #jackael #prompt fills #fic i wish you'd write meme #third time around #technically not a fic #vagrant fic #Replies

[lilred-fighting-hood]

Contingency C4

In regards to @warriorswolftale ‘s Jack + Heist Contingency Plans edit, I wanted to write more about my fave.

“Hey Michael,” Jack asks, the night before the heist. “Have any extra explosive?”

Michael snorted, packing his backpack with his weapons, his drills, and a blowtorch. “Of course. How many you need?”

“All of them.”

Grinning, Michael rummaged around the armory and handed her a duffel bag. “Just in case?”

Jack nodded, smile spreading to her face as well. “Just in case,” she confirmed

When Gavin’s stolen bus didn’t go up, Jack knew exactly what to do. “Contingency plan!” she shouted, C4 already flying through the air. She hit the detonator and the bus exploded. The hot wind buffered her backwards and she sat down hard on her ass. “Go, I got you covered!”

Ryan and Geoff ran into the bank and she heard the expected screaming. Careening around the corner was a police car, but there was no way they’d have gotten here this fast. “Aw who pissed off the cops?”

Jeremy made a noncommittal noise. “Wasn’t me,” he said, throwing a furtive glance at Michael as he worked on the vault door.

“Wasn’t me,” Michael said, grunting with effort as he reached a hand into the lock mechanism and yanked hard.

“You can handle it,” Geoff assured her. He trusted her so fully and without hesitation and it made her smile.

“Fuck yeah I can,” Jack smiled, unloading an armful of grenades from the duffel. “Come at me motherfuckers.”

When the police officers got within reach of the bank, she hurled three grenades in quick succession, the pins clattering to the floor beside her right before the street exploded. Grabbing the molotovs, she threw those at the bus, reigniting the burning carcass and cutting off their entry.

They gathered their bearings, taking aim at her perch on the roof and she dove down to cover as bullets whizzed by. “Gav,” she said, peering into the side alley where their getaway van was. “Any reinforcements?

Gavin hummed, switching between police radios and doing his best to jam them. “Five coming down Main, maybe like seven from Vinewood?”

Michael whooped with joy as the door swung open. “Bet you can’t get rid of them before I grab all the money,” he taunted, already elbow deep in stacks of cash.

Jack’s mouth quirked and she felt herself grinning again. “$10,000?” she asked.

“You’re on.”

And with that, she unloaded the bag beside her, mechanically pulling pins and chucking them into the street below her. As the bullets stopped flying by her, she rolled to the other corner of the roof and caught two police cars with one C4.

“We’re coming out, Jack,” Ryan warned, laying down cover fire for Geoff to run to the getaway van.

“I’m coming out of my cage and I’ve been doing JUST FINE,” Jeremy sang.

“GOTTA GOTTA BE DOWN BECAUSE I WANT IT ALL,” Michael continued, zipping up his bag.

“It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?” Jack picked up, tossing the rest of her explosives on the remaining cops.

“It was only a kiss!” Gavin said, throwing the side door open for Geoff before climbing into the passenger seat.

“IT WAS ONLY A KISS!” everyone shouted in unison.

“Get in the fucking car,” Geoff shouted as Jeremy and Michael jumped out the windows.

“That’s not the next line of the song, Geoff,” Jeremy said, waving an arm at Ryan as they both hauled ass to the van. “Jack, come on.”

Taking her cue, Jack slid down the ladder and jumped into the passenger seat. Ryan closed the last door and Gavin floored it out of the alley. “Which safe house?”

“San Andreas?” Ryan suggested.

Scoffing, Geoff cut in. “Don’t need to leave the goddamn country, just go up the coast to Santa Monica.”

Something tapped her elbow and Michael was passing over a gun to Jack. “Here you go baby.”

“Victory flare!” Jack said, rolling her window down and shooting the orange flares into the air.

“Cut it out asshole we’re trying to escape.”

Just as Geoff said that, a helicopter light shone down on the car. “Great, so we’re going to San Andreas.”

Jack laughed, pulling the machine gun from the foot of her chair. “Bet I can take the chopper down before you,” she called to the back seat.

“It’s fucking on,” Michael said.

#my writing #Jack Pattillo #the fave #kinda got away from me here #jackael #ot6

[justisaisfine]

Commission for @bloopsiedaisy of her dragon au!! Such a rare pair and such a cool au aahhhh

#jackael #?? #what's their ship name omg #artbyisa #commissions #ah dragons AU #jackichael #??? #jotillo #dragon Michael #dragon Jack

[papal-babygirl]

jack/michael, last

ah yes the hardest and easiest boys to write are here 

“This is the last time I let you pay for dinner, seriously.” Michael laughs as Jack plucks the receipt from his fingers for the fourth date in a row, a soft smile pulling at his lips.

“Well, then it’ll have to be the last time I love you so much, because I’d only ever do this for people I love.” He says calmly, either not noticing or pretending not to notice Michael’s jaw falling open.

It’s the first time he ever called it love

#drops this gay shit in your lap #here enjoy #jackael #writingandrant #ragehappy #devilheaded

[miss-ingno]

fluff prompt: ah ship of your choice. Taking a long car ride out of the city, pulling over on the side of the road, laying out on the hood of the car to stargaze, soft love confessions

“Wooohoo!” Jack shouts, the wind in her hair as she comes up beside the black and green car. “Suck a dick, motherfucker!”

Instantly, Michael yells back, honking wildly. She can barely catch his words among the wind and the sound of Ride of the Valkyrie, but she just grins and throws him a wink, before stepping on the gas.

The race ends in a small, wooded cliff, from which they can barely make out the sea through the brushes. They’re both flushed with excitement, hair tussled from the wind as they slide their cars sideways to park near perfectly before the picnic table.

“I won!” Jack exclaimed, fist pumping the air. “Pay up, or your ass is mine!”

“It was a fucking tie,” Michael protested, loud and wild and laughing as he stumbled out of his car and into her arms. They stare at each other, grinning widely. Michael lifts a hand, brushing short red hair back behind her ear.

“Nope, I won and I want my prize,” Jack insisted, leaning in with a smile.

“Well, if you’re sure,” Michael drawled, bumping their noses together. Jack laughed.

“I’m sure,” she murmured as she captured his mouth in a slow, passionate kiss. They broke apart ages later, flushed with a different kind of excitement.

“You get the food, I get the blankets?” Michael suggested, and Jack squeezed his ass through his jeans.

“Sure,” she mumbled against his mouth, dragging her tongue over his lower lip. Her eyes were glinting mischievously. “First one to the table gets a blowjob.”

She pulled back and darted off, leaving Michael standing slightly dazed, before her words sunk in.

“Fuck!” he shouted as he run off to his own car. “Fucking cheater!”

#jackael #ragehappy #fahc #fake ah crew #ingno writes #I was gonna go for ryack but somehow this worked better #and then I though well you'll probably like some jackael :D #jack pattillo #michael jones #achievement hunter #fuff prompts #prompt night #shadeofazmeinya #ingnopersonal

[guessimdumb]

J.J. Jackson and the Jackaels - Oo-Ma-Liddi (1961)

“CLASSIC “ooh-ahh” chanted hump-dancer soul monster” I think I agree.

#J.J. Jackson and the Jackaels #Oo-Ma-Liddi #J.J. Jackson #The Cramps

[shadeofazmeinya]

Let It Find You

A/N: Some short hurt/comfort jackael because I’m sure we can all use it. Enjoy!

“Jack?”

Jack glances over, suppressing the hiss through gritted teeth as it pulls at her shoulder which throbs in dulled pain. Jack sees Michael standing there, wide eyes and shifting feet. She watches him glance over her and her stomach twists as his face grows more worried, more scared. She knows she must look like a sorry sight. Splayed on their makeshift hospital bed, bandages tight across her shoulder with blood seeping through, one leg propped up on a pillow with ice packs resting on the ankle, bruises littered on her face and more hidden under the covers. All the result of getting caught at the wrong place and the wrong time in a heist.

“Hey baby,” Jack says, smiling nonetheless as she reaches a hand out, urging Michael forward. “It’s late, you should be sleeping.”

Michael moves in, cautiously, slowly. He doesn’t answer at first, staring at her outstretched hand. His breath hitches as he raises his hand to meet hers. Holding it until he lets out a long sigh of relief as they finally touch. As she wraps her fingers around him. “Couldn’t sleep,” he mumbles.

Jack nods. She supposes she can’t blame him there. She couldn’t sleep either. She stares a few more moments, frowning as Michael’s eyes don’t meet hers. “I’m ok,” she reassures. “Just a little beaten up. It happens.”

Michael shakes his head and Jack sees tears starting to form at the corner of his eyes. “You shouldn’t be. You shouldn’t have-“

“Michael, look at me,” she urges, lifting his hand to her lips. “I’m okay. I’m going to be okay.”

Michael shakes his head but his voice catches, notable to get out words. Jack pulls him closer, gently trying to lead him into a kiss. “I’m ok, baby,” she repeats as their lips touch. She kisses him softly, letting go of his hand to cup his cheek. He hesitates a moment and then surges forward, like he needs her to breathe. Like he needs to drink in everything about her. She feels his hand bury into her hair as they gasp against each other. Feels water fall to her cheeks and her heart breaks in ways she never thought it could as she sees her strong fighter crying.

“I love you,” he says with shaking breath, relieved and broken all the same. “I love you so fucking much. When I saw you go down, I couldn’t- I can’t-“

“I know,” she says, reaching to brush the tears at the edges of his cheeks, cupping his face delicately. Careful to shatter him any more. “I love you, too. And I know it was scary. Scared me too. But you all got to me, protected me. Just like I knew you would.”

Michael sighs, something far too deep, as he leans against her hand. He places his over it, turning to kiss her palm and then her knuckles. “You shouldn’t have been hurt at all.”

“But I was. And I’m going to be ok. Here, come here,” she says, shifting in the bed to try to give him room. “Lay with me.”

“Are you sure?” he says, eyes flickering to the bandages.

“You won’t hurt me. Besides, cuddles are healing,” she offers a smile.

Michael stares back but then sighs, carefully sliding in besides her. Wrapping his arms around her stomach. She shifts him to rest his head against her chest. Over her heart. “Hear that?” she says as she cards her fingers through his curls. “Still beating. I’m not going anywhere. Besides, who would be the mother hen without me?”

Michael buries against her good side, silent as he seems to listen. His breath warm as his chest rises and falls in rhythm with hers. “Yeah,” he says, a faint smile back on his face, where it belongs.

Jack kisses his hair, wrapping her good arm around him. “Sleep here, baby. We both need the rest.”

Michael deflates in her arms, nuzzling in. She smiles, hand idly tracing circles on his arm and back. She relaxes finally with his weight on her. She hadn’t liked being alone, in pain and hoping the others were doing ok. Stuck waiting to heal and ignoring the edge of fear at the corner of her brain over what happened. At least now she can hold Michael, comfort him. Feel that deep, true love that Michael holds. And hope he can feel her love back.

#fake ah crew #fahc #ragehappy #jackael #fahc jack #fahc michael #enjoy yall!!

[monarchisms]

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#lmfao #jack pattillo #michael jones #achievement hunter #jackael #team angry fat #betting buddies #let's watch #i loved the commentary in this vid #i hope they do a full let's watch #e's gifs #queue

[bostonchungschwa]

wanders in with iced tea. hi I'm thinking about Jack and how we need more ship content for him. Like. Imagine the gentle teasing of Jackvin. The good well established friendship of Jackael. The classic softness of the Gent ships. Jack/Jeremy and their 4 cats and cuddling.

yessssssss

#anonymous #asks

[fjorrd]

jackael is such a soft ship... such a softer dynamic

#.diary #jackael