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[bluejayblueskies]

bloodstained heart and mind | willoftitanium

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i had the pleasure of binding @willoftitanium's fic bloostained heart and mind for this year's dreamlands server holiday fanwork exchange! i did a paperback version of this book a few years back, and this is a revamped, hardcover version of that bind. same cover design, but printed with matte photo paper, trimmed and painted edges, and tri-color endbands. this is a wonderful separate-bodies jarthur fic with some equally wonderful artwork, and i'm looking forward to moon getting their copy!

[malevolenttarotzine]

Production update, March 22 💛

We finally determined the cause of our gold foil woes when it came to the box, and spent a good 4 hours today (on top of the last week of work) correcting it.

We hope you are enjoying the art being shared!

We are finalizing the guidebook while we work on the gold foiling and will share a couple of our pages here with you all

Art on these by @asininestars and @xenoglssie writing by @willoftitanium

Still miles to go in the project, but we hope you’re as excited for the progress as we are!

During Invictuscon (Malevolent’s Discord server’s online convention) I have set up a form for “first in line” presales for those who missed out. These presales are NOT preorders, but first come first serve bundle options identical to what was available during our preorder. There will still be aftersales, this is for those who want to buy bundle options or would like to be part of the first round of shipping. If interested in this please check out my booth (km and mar) in the server’s artist alley.

(I am keeping this solely in the discord to avoid more signups than we will have available.)

All details regarding this are available there!

Thank you all!

[spacestationdaedalus]

The tumblr post is a tad late, but my fic for the malevolent big bang! Featuring gorgeous art from @trashie-can here and an amazing fan song by @smallsies here. And thank you to lars (@romanticslimecreature) for their fabulous beta-ing! This was an amazing event to be a part of <3

Summary:

As long as he’s known Arthur – as long as he’s hated and tolerated and liked and loved him – John has wanted his own body. An identity all his own. When he and Arthur find a way to make it happen, it should be perfect. It needs to be perfect. But Arthur still can’t see, and John makes some unfortunate discoveries about his new body, and they’re both having a hell of a time of it. They aren’t alone, but it’s hard to remember that when you don’t share the same moral frame anymore. Hard, but not impossible.

[bluejayblueskies]

@willoftitanium

I’m glad the folks at NASA are having fun with XKCD too.

[bluejayblueskies]

oh if you did a little something for jonmartin and "hiding their face in the other’s neck" i would be so 🥺💕

touches prompt list

a little post-circus kidnapping hurt/comfort! cw for wounds/injury, mild blood, mentions of non-consensual touching, and mentions of kidnapping

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There is a stranger’s elbow digging into Jon’s side.

He shifts from one foot to the other, trying to relieve some of the pressure on his side while surreptitiously giving the stranger a glare that he hopes adequately conveys his dislike of the current situation. The tube is packed, as it always is at this time of day, and there are… so many strange hands. An elbow, at least, is better than the hand that had pressed to his back as the individual it belonged to had instinctively tried to maintain their balance.

After all, Nikola didn’t touch him with her elbows.

Jon doesn’t want to think about that. He doesn’t want to think about any of it. He wants to lie down in a soft bed and get his first good night’s sleep in a month and finally have the space to process. Alone.

Instead, Martin stands next to him on the train. His hand rests just beneath Jon’s where it grips one of the metal poles, and Martin takes care not to brush against him despite how crowded the car is. Jon considered telling Martin, when they first got on the tube, that it was okay—that his touch would be… well, it wouldn’t be bad. But he’d stayed silent, allowing Martin to cultivate a careful space between them. They’ve been silent for the past twenty minutes as they’ve passed by station after station on their way to Martin’s flat in Brixton.

“I have a flat,” Jon had said uncomprehendingly when Martin had suggested (or rather, gently begged) that Jon come back to his flat with him. “It’s, um. It’s nice. Spacious. S-sturdy locks.”

“You… you don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” Martin had said, sounding and looking very much like he wished Jon would anyway.

“I’m fine.” Jon was not fine. But he could be fine until he got back to his flat. It was always good to have a short-term goal.

Martin gave him a look that clearly said that he thought Jon was full of shit. Jon was, but it was still unnecessary. He was just trying to keep it together. What did Martin want—him sobbing and crumpling to the floor right here in the Archives? No, that wouldn’t do at all.

“You were kidnapped. Twice now. I really don’t want it to happen a third time. Besides, I…” Martin trailed off and fluttered his hands at his sides. “I—I should take a look at your hand. And your, um. Wrists.”

Jon looked down at his arms. They were, indeed, quite red and raw and scabbed over and likely to scar. Nikola had been irritated when she’d seen that he’d been tied up so tightly, but she’d decided there was nothing to be done about it. She would just ‘make do with what she had.’ And, well. She had never stopped Breekon and Hope when they’d cinched the ropes just a little bit tighter each time.

“I have first aid supplies in my flat,” Jon lied. He was fairly certain that he had a backpack of What the Ghost merchandise and a single mattress to his name at the moment. “I can take care of it.”

“So can I.” Martin took a deep breath. “I just… I don’t want to see you hurt, Jon.” His cheeks were flushed a rosy pink, and he looked over Jon’s shoulder at the wall behind him. “J-just for tonight, at least? I want…” Martin swallowed. “I want to make sure you’re safe.”

And then Martin had turned those lovely blue eyes to his, and, well. Here they are.

Jon adds 24 hours onto his mental countdown of the time he has left until he’s allowed to break down and tells himself that he can manage. It’s… important to have long-term goals as well. He splits this one into steps.

Step one: get to Martin’s flat without crying. He achieves this easily enough. He finally escapes the cloying presence of strangers as Martin’s door shuts behind them, and then it’s blissfully quiet. Martin flips on a light, illuminating the space in pale yellow. It’s a little bit messy but otherwise spartan. The walls are painted a dull eggshell white, the floor made of cheap lino. Martin sits Jon down on the couch and disappears into the bathroom. Jon stares at the wall and focuses on breathing evenly and thinking about anything other than how smooth his skin feels when he slowly rubs his fingers together.

Step two: let Martin bandage his wounds without crying. This is… more challenging, if only because it hurts. Martin apologizes profusely as he wets a cotton ball with isopropyl alcohol and gently cleans the inflamed areas. Jon sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and bites down, focusing on anything other than the stinging, burning sensation in his wrists and hands. Funny—he’d thought that at this point, he would be used to the pain, but he’s not. All he knows now is what to expect.

Martin carefully wraps his hand and wrists in bandages. For a moment after he’s done, he delicately holds Jon’s hands in his like they’re porcelain. His hands are warm and soft, and Jon imagines how lovely they would feel against his cheeks. He thinks briefly that Martin is going to raise his unbandaged hand to his lips and lay a kiss across the back of it, but Martin doesn’t. Instead, he sets Jon’s hands back in his lap and stands, mumbling that he’s going to go make some tea.

Jon scrubs his uninjured hand across his eyes, just once.

Step three: sit on the couch with Martin and drink tea without crying. Martin presses a mug of steaming chamomile into his good hand and lays a plate of biscuits between them. “Th-they’re your favorite,” Martin says with a small, nervous laugh, like Jon’s not already staring at the plate with something choked sitting in the back of his throat. “I—I figured you probably haven’t really eaten today, and… I don’t really know what you’ve eaten lately. So, um. Yeah.”

Jon thinks of the things that Nikola had called food, then chooses not to think of them at all. He tucks the memory into a box next to cold hands and exposed skin and burning ropes and slams the lid before it can all come spilling back out again. “Thank you,” he says earnestly. He gingerly takes a biscuit in his stiff, aching hand that hasn’t had the time to heal properly and probably won’t get the chance to do so in the future and pops it into his mouth whole so he doesn’t get crumbs on Martin’s couch.

Step four: eat a biscuit that tastes like the best biscuit you’ve ever had and is the first palatable food you’ve had in weeks without crying.

“Jon?”

Jon blinks and comes back to himself. He’s staring blankly at Martin’s face, at eyebrows folded in concern and mouth curled into a small frown. Martin’s freckles are smudged into smears of tan, and the lines of his jaw waver like a mirage in front of Jon’s eyes. That’s odd, Jon thinks. Then, he feels something wet hit the top of his cheek.

Oh, no.

Quickly, Jon reaches up and scrubs the tears away from his eyes. As soon as he lowers his hand, more spring up in their place. He curses and sets his mug of tea down heavily on the table, taking one more look at Martin—whose eyes are now wide with worry—before turning away and attempting to pull himself together.

Step five: stop crying. Stop crying. Stop crying.

(Stop crying, his grandmother says as he stands in the living room, hands and knees dirty and hair a mess. He’s managing to say words between his sobs, words like book and stole and spider. She’s frowning at him, but her voice is still patient and calm when she says, You’re not making any sense, Jonathan. Stop crying, please, and speak clearly. You had a nightmare?)

“Jon, what’s—” Martin catches himself, which Jon is thankful for. He thinks that if Martin had finished that question—asked him what’s wrong—Jon wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from saying, what isn’t? “What can I do to help?” he says instead, a hand hovering carefully in the air between them like he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to touch Jon or not.

“Don’t look,” Jon manages to say. He immediately feels ridiculous and follows with a quick: “S-sorry, it’s—I don’t k-know how to—I’m not—I’m n-not good at—”

“I’m not looking,” Martin says softly.

Jon cuts off, takes a breath, and turns his head back toward Martin. True to his word, Martin has his eyes closed, though his hand remains in the air between them. Jon presses his good hand to his mouth for a moment to hide how the sight rips a new, more ragged sob out of him. Then, tentatively, he reaches forward and takes Martin’s hand.

Martin inhales sharply. Jon almost lets go, but Martin curls his fingers around Jon’s hand and squeezes. He holds Jon’s hand tightly yet so achingly softly, and Jon could weep. (Or rather, is weeping.)

“Can I hug you?” Martin says abruptly, like he’d been fighting an internal battle about whether or not to say it and had just lost. His cheeks darken, but he doesn’t say anything else or take it back. His jaw shifts as he pinches his lips together and worries them back and forth.

Jon is… not the kind of person who initiates or seeks out hugs. He always makes them too stiff, or he holds on just a bit too long and makes them awkward, or he doesn’t know what to do with his hands and ends up just dangling them uselessly in the air. He’s also never really seen the point of them if he’s being honest. As a form of greeting, surely handshakes or waves or head nods get the point across just fine. Right now, though, there is truly nothing in the world that Jon thinks would make him feel safer than having Martin’s arms around him.

Jon nods, then remembers that Martin can’t see him and whispers, in as composed a voice as he can muster: “Please.”

Step six: hug Martin Blackwood without falling apart completely.

Martin’s arms are soft and warm around him. His chest is flush with Jon’s, and he’s holding him so close that Jon is practically on Martin’s lap. All Jon can think is that it’s been so long since he’s been held by something not made of sawdust or plastic. He grips the back of Martin’s jumper with lotion-soft hands and cries tears that have been collecting for a month into the fabric as he buries his face in Martin’s neck. Martin’s hands rub large circles across Jon’s back, and he’s whispering gentle words into Jon’s ear. Things about safe and okay and time and here.

By the time Jon feels thoroughly wrung dry, his cheeks are sticky and his head is throbbing and he’s desperately in need of a glass of water. He takes a few deep breaths, then carefully extracts himself from Martin’s arms. Martin lets him go easily, though his hands remain resting lightly on Jon’s elbows as if he can’t bear to let him go completely.

Jon thinks he knows the feeling.

Martin’s eyes are still closed, and Jon is hit with such a swell of affection he can hardly breathe around it. “Y-you can open your eyes,” he says, a bit sheepishly. Martin does, and if he’s affected by the state of Jon’s face, he doesn’t show any indication of it. “Sorry,” Jon mumbles, twisting his ring—now on his left middle finger instead of his right—around and around mindlessly. “I just…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Jon.” Martin squeezes Jon’s elbows gently. “I understand. Any time you need me to look away, I will. Okay? I just…” He takes a breath. “I’ll always be here. F-for you when you need me.”

If Jon weren’t thoroughly out of tears, that would make his eyes water. Instead, he nods and offers a small, weak smile. “I know. Thank you, Martin. It… just. Thank you.”

Step seven: fall asleep safe against Martin’s side in the bed that he insists is big enough for two, face pressed into Martin’s neck once again and hands curled loosely in Martin’s sleep shirt.

He’s so drained by the time they’re there, so wrung-out and empty and relaxed, that he manages to do so almost immediately. He thinks he hears Martin murmur, “Sleep well, love,” as he drifts off. But it disappears into the fuzzy border between sleep and wakefulness, slipping from Jon’s mind entirely as he fades to black.

[gh0stlymoth]

i'm so so very bad at describing art or even pinpointing styles but to me your art trademark is that it feels very dream like?? everything feels very soft and almost reverent. like the way renaissance paintings look if that makes sense?? when you draw characters I want to hug them very badly they just look so soft and warm and comfortable

[ID: picture of a hamster lying on a beige couch. It's photoshopped to look as though it's crying, with a puddle of tears beneath it and hearts floating above it's head. End ID]

Thank you, omg wtf ;~; that's so sweet of you to say i am ;_; idk even know how to properly react to that, but this makes me so incredibly happy to hear, thank youuuu 💞

[theskywaslookingback]

WOT and <33 from that ask game, you're cool as heck

Thank youuuuuuuuuu 💗

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[tmabigbang]

hey! how soon after we submit the form should we get a message on tumblr/discord? just want to make sure i didn't miss anything!

Hey! So I would say anywhere from 1-2 days. However, please be aware that we do still have the cap on authors right now, so if you signed up as that we can’t really give a timeline. We’ll check on your application, and if we don’t have one from you we will shoot you a message!

-Mod Cai

[sadmages]

Omg we have the same answers for the fear ask about which you fear, which you'd be marked by, etc. You clearly have excellent taste 😌

Oh hell yes you too!! Especially for wanting to be an avatar of the vast, the superior entity

[peachdoxie]

Playlist: study

“History Lesson” by Rupert Gregson-Williams

“History Maker” by Dean Fujioka

“Main Titles” by Christopher Drake

“Next Chapter” by Akira Senju

“Peach Tree of Wisdom” by Hans Zimmer and John Powell

“11 Days in Hell” by Audiomachine

“The Dragon Book” by John Powell

“Memory” from Cats

“I Believe We Can” by Clay Aiken and Chaka Khan

[frostyviking]

Dude I never noticed the Bill Cipher on your header until that ask pointed it out, I love it!

lol he's been there for at least two years now, but I'm glad that people are noticing

[bluejayblueskies]

ahh almost forgot about this!! all time favorites huh 🤔 i'm going to have to go with:

(specifically Percy Jackson from the book series!)

i think this post has gone around most of my usual circles by this point, so i'll tag @croik, @willoftitanium, @marimo-art, @splitting-infinities, and @samglyph!

Five Character Poll (tag game)

Rules: make a poll with five of your all time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favourite.

thank you @jazzandpizzazz for the tag! Starting a fresh post for the sake of length but go vote in theirs here!

I tried to pick a variety of blorbos but boy was it difficult to narrow to five

tagging @linguisticparadox @tedkordisanasshole @organchordsandlightning @mygoodrabbit @halfdoublecrochet !

[spacestationdaedalus]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Malevolent (Podcast) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John & Arthur Lester Characters: John (Malevolent), Arthur Lester, Faroe Lester (mentioned) Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Panic Attacks, Malevoversary 2023, Canonical Character Death Summary:

Arthur misses an important date.

a slightly late piece for @malevoversary‘s Day 2 prompts!

[tma-ficrec]

Domestic Post-Canon Jonmartin Fics

Hey, y’all, here’s a small compilation from yours truly of domestic post canon Jon/Martin fics! Feel free to ask (or rec!) in our askbox!

this is not the house pain built by pantsoflobster. SERIES. 166k. Jon/Martin.  Post Canon. Domesticity. Some angst. Kidfic.  Established Relationship.

somewhere only we know by mimosaeyes. SERIES. 18K.  Jon/Martin. Post Canon. Domesticity. Cats.  Established Relationship.

No Rain by luftballoons99. SERIES. 11K. Jon/Martin. Post Canon. Domesticity. Caretaking.  Established Relationship.

With your sun, soft by pinehutch. 6K. Jon/Martin. Post Canon. Domesticity. Valentine’s Day. Fluff.  Established Relationship.

“You know Valentine's Day doesn’t have to be a box of bad chocolate and Tesco’s finest wilting rose bouquet. It can just be you,” Melanie says, and Martin understands she means both of them, him and Jon, and what they mean and are together. “And if that’s absolutely nothing, not even acknowledging the date, whatever, I’m sure that’s fine, too. ‘Sides, not like Jon’s big on romance, is he?”

“Um,” says Martin, blushing and tongue-tied in the coffee shop. “I mean — maybe a bit?”

*** It's the first Valentine's Day after the world came back; Martin doesn't think much of Valentine's, but he wants to make it perfect.

and now we're ready for the ending (the story's over) by futurearmadillomother 2.7k. Jon/Martin. Domesticity. Established Relationship.

Jon doesn’t think he could ever get tired of any of this. Every smile Martin gives him feels like a slice of a forever he still struggles to think he deserves to have. Every mug in their cupboard, every penny in their “honeymoon 2” jar, every morning he wakes up scarred but not defeated, fills him with an overwhelmed sense of gratitude.

The Ins and Outs of Surprises by lawyernobaka. 2k. Jon/Martin. Established Relationship. Hurt/Comfort. Fluff. Domesticity.

In which Jon has a little bit of a rough time with knocking and then goes on to have an unquestionably fluffy evening. Featuring: kitties, good-natured teasing of everyone involved, and loads (and I mean loads) of affection.

it's the way you are by willoftitanium. 1k. Jon/Martin. Established Relationship. Post Canon. Fluff. Domesticity. Martin’s poetry.

There's a lot that Martin could write poetry about. There's a lot that Martin likes to write poetry about. But it's not always easy. Some days putting words to paper comes as easily as pulling teeth, and it's as tedious as it is frustrating. Some days are better than others.

But it's easy, to write poetry about Jon

[theskywaslookingback]

🌹!!!

There’s a flower and stationary shop at the north end, a little white washed building with dark green shutters and trim, hanging pots filled with devil’s ivy and philodendron swaying gently in the early morning breeze. A small hand drawn sign advertises hand picked wildflowers, wrapped into small bouquets with twine, with the price obscured by a pot of lavender. Martin stops him with a hand pressed to his bicep so he can peer inside at the colorful stationery and vases of flowers kept in coolers, and Jon pretends his pulse doesn’t rabbit at the feel of those fingers digging into his coat.

Send me a 🌹 and I’ll post a snippet of a WIP