Of Jarss

Go on keep looking there’s just more Jars hell yeah

[applestruda]

Had the pleasure of drawing Scott's Past Life SMP thumbnail!

[sinturyart]

Just saw the Backrooms movie and immediately needed to draw Michael Shelley (plus Gerry cause he’s fun to draw)

[thetransgenderprideworm]

For pride month everyone should have to listen to their trans friends favorite gay audio drama

[baleful-meat-worm]

[thatone-blujae]

figuring out some designs for John and Arthur so here's the them, ily itty bitty Arthur

I also drew this stupid comic because my friends have gotten me to like jarthur

Arthur closeup bc look at the himb

[lukewarmtomatosoup]

exploding him with my mind powers

[lukewarmtomatosoup]

exploding him with my mind powers

[epistleii]

canon audio or arthur lester saying 'good boy' happy pride month everyone <33333

[epistleii]

post cancelled i forgot he already did this and way more sexually

[therainbowgorilla]

To butcher I'd assume?

[potato-lord-but-not]

ok I think y’all are ready to see transgender Frankenstein’s monster I did for class

[potato-lord-but-not]

Happy Prrideeeeeeeeeeeeeeee if anyone wants to support a queer artist and own some cool artwork you can get a print or poster of this ✨✨

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[httpsnrma]

That tender touch

[lukewarmtomatosoup]

exploding him with my mind powers

[de4dnyx]

he is one cool bunny!

[liminalcritter]

happy pride month mcyt fandom!! have some little pride emotes!! 🏳️‍🌈

im open to suggestions in my askbox, but please only request ccs that have openly stated their identity, not headcanons!

[kaynsider-the-following]

NEW IDEA: ARTHUR GETTING ADDICTED TO THE FEELING OF BEING SEWN BACK TOGETHER.

Kayne is obsessed with tearing Arthur apart and Arthur is willing to bare all the pain for the addicting feeling of relief and rush of endorphins when he gets sewn back together again. Nothing can match the amount of pain Kayne can inflict in him, and in return, nothing can match the rush that comes from when the pain is taken away.

[kaynsider-the-following]

I just. I love the idea of Arthur missing Kayne dispite himself. Dispite how he would have given anything to avoid the encounter in the moment, now he’s craving it. Knowing logically he shouldn’t want to endure that pain again, but not emotionally believing it.

And the idea that he thinks it’s worth it. That all of the excruciating pain is worth the reward. Always believing that in the safety of hindsight, but never in the moment. The recency bias obstructs his view; It probably isn’t actually worth it at all, but that’s addiction for you.

[kaynsider-the-following]

(Fuck it. Expanding this into a fic outline.)

When Arthur is in a particularly rough state without the right resources to put himself back together again, Kayne offers him a deal. It’ll patch Arthur up good as new IF it gets to have a little fun first.

Arthur doesn’t want to trust Kayne, but his gut tells him this is the only way he’s going to make it out alive. So he accepts. (VIVISECTION TIME BAYBEEEE!!!!!)

It’s more painful than anything he had ever experienced before. He can’t form corrherent thoughts beyond the desire to end the pain. (When Kayne noticed Arthur wasn’t listening, it decided to speak more directly to him) Somehow despite it all, Kayne’s words manage to cut through all the noise. Louder than anything else, burning into his awareness. It hurts, it all hurts.

Until it doesn’t. Until all of the pain is gone all at once, and for a moment Arthur worries that he might have died.

“There you are!” Arthur flinches violently from its voice, but the sound stops at his ears, doesn’t sear into his mind, “Right as rain! How does that feel, Artie?”

Arthur feels… fine. The relief hits him then and he feels much more than just fine—

(Aaaand my motivation to continue disappeared. Whoops.)

[kaynsider-the-following]

NEW IDEA: ARTHUR GETTING ADDICTED TO THE FEELING OF BEING SEWN BACK TOGETHER.

Kayne is obsessed with tearing Arthur apart and Arthur is willing to bare all the pain for the addicting feeling of relief and rush of endorphins when he gets sewn back together again. Nothing can match the amount of pain Kayne can inflict in him, and in return, nothing can match the rush that comes from when the pain is taken away.

[kaynsider-the-following]

I just. I love the idea of Arthur missing Kayne dispite himself. Dispite how he would have given anything to avoid the encounter in the moment, now he’s craving it. Knowing logically he shouldn’t want to endure that pain again, but not emotionally believing it.

And the idea that he thinks it’s worth it. That all of the excruciating pain is worth the reward. Always believing that in the safety of hindsight, but never in the moment. The recency bias obstructs his view; It probably isn’t actually worth it at all, but that’s addiction for you.

[kaynsider-the-following]

(Fuck it. Expanding this into a fic outline.)

When Arthur is in a particularly rough state without the right resources to put himself back together again, Kayne offers him a deal. It’ll patch Arthur up good as new IF it gets to have a little fun first.

Arthur doesn’t want to trust Kayne, but his gut tells him this is the only way he’s going to make it out alive. So he accepts. (VIVISECTION TIME BAYBEEEE!!!!!)

It’s more painful than anything he had ever experienced before. He can’t form corrherent thoughts beyond the desire to end the pain. (When Kayne noticed Arthur wasn’t listening, it decided to speak more directly to him) Somehow despite it all, Kayne’s words manage to cut through all the noise. Louder than anything else, burning into his awareness. It hurts, it all hurts.

Until it doesn’t. Until all of the pain is gone all at once, and for a moment Arthur worries that he might have died.

“There you are!” Arthur flinches violently from its voice, but the sound stops at his ears, doesn’t sear into his mind, “Right as rain! How does that feel, Artie?”

Arthur feels… fine. The relief hits him then and he feels much more than just fine—

(Aaaand my motivation to continue disappeared. Whoops.)

[astriiformes]

my dad just walked in, asked me “what do you get when you cross a joke with a rhetorical question?” and left

[larsons-shattered-eyeballs]

I’ve been posting a lot more recently (by that I mean not taking two week gaps between posts) but that by no means means I am done with my malevolent brainrotted ramblings

Today’s topic: if and when we get Charlie Dowd back from the threshold, the last thing I want that scene to be is a happy reunion between Charlie, John and Arthur. As a matter of fact: I want Charlie to have a historic level crash out when John and Arthur finally find him (or vice versa).

Because imagine this:

It has been around two years since you escaped the worst trauma of your life where you were tortured by an eldritch god for nearly a decade. One day you finally come across the man who you were told would help you understand everything about your past while you’re on a case. Great! Now you can actually get some insight on why that happened to you and what’s going on with all the eldritch horrors now.

Eventually the man opens up to you about who his is. You found out through this that this man is not only the exact guy you were told about, down to him having a voice in his head, but he is so similar to you he even works in the same building that you did doing the exact same job. On top of this, when you eventually open up to him about your trauma, he knows exactly where and what you’re talking about because just escaped from it as well three days ago. This is exactly news to you. Also because of this, believe that the voice inside this man’s head is your old partner coming back to you again.

Anyway, the two of you (technically three of you) plan to go undercover in a cult meeting that evening in order to blow its cover and potentially recover some artefacts that the cult might illegally own as well. During the operation however, everything you know about any of this madness fall apart. Your place in all of this, the reason why you had to suffer, even the identity of the voice you thought was your old friend, who you thought you could trust, is revealed to be a complete falsehood.

And to top all that off, you get shot in the neck and while you’re fading in and out consciousness, you get sent to another eldritch dimension by an eldritch god literally 50 minutes after you said you “didn’t want to be a prisoner again”.

So now you’re trapped in another hell dimension with a god who isn’t even tormenting you for any good reason besides the fun of it. Not a great thing for the nerves I’ll tell you that much.

It takes over a month to even hear back from this man again and all you’re able to tell him is that it is in fact you and the name of the place you’re currently stuck in. Then he’s whisked away by the same god keeping you here.

Little do you know, the world was saved a day or two after that interaction. That man who is the only person in this world who knows you personally and is willing to save you now has the title of the universe’s unknown saviour.

And he gets everything he’s wanted. He gets his job back, he has his daughter basically return from the dead, he’s able to keep the familial connections he made in New York, he even gets to keep that dammed voice in his head.

All you know about this however is that your captor is gone. You are now officially alone, in an unknown place, reliving your worst nightmare. And you know damn well that it’s gonna be a long time until you get your own saviour again.

So to say you wouldn’t even be like a little bit pissed after all of that when he eventually waltzes back into your life again would be a major understatement