Jay-Monty (fool) | 26 | He/Him | 🏳️🌈| stuck in the hellhole since 2014 ✨Art : #Gkm arts or #lafakiwi draws✨ 🌟Art-Only Sideblog: @Grailknightmonty🌟 Cartoonist/Illustrator, animator, musician, self-proclaimed dumbass, cTom Syndicate enthusiast and Epic Gamer™ —— Multifandom (MCYT/minecraf and Hollow Knight main atm!) + other occasional nonsense from musical theater to funky arts, writing, shitposts, music and vibes :] Also OC stuff!!
✨💫welcome to the space jam its mianite’s gayest block people ‼️🔥
✨what up my gamers its me :3 I'm your fav chaos scrunkly Jay-Monty (im chill w either name); i also go by Kiwi and Grail! all i do here is be a menace but if you're into that welcome in to my hubris. i'm an artist, cosplayer, (occasional) writer and professional silly guy who loves me a good gay people and a good lore :D
Main Fandoms: MCYT (Mianite, Captainsparklez, Hermitcraft, Life Series are the current favs, but I also love Empires/New Life/SOS, and Origins SMP), Hollow Knight/Silksong, Watcher Ghoul Boys (Ryan and Shane), Arthuriana, Monty Python, and Good Omens
Yar there be shippin here! 🩵 My favs include-
MCYT: Syndisparklez, Ethubs, mumbidarity (Jimmy x Mumbo), gempearl, and foxxsize
always only the characters, if i engage in rpf content, its in a joking way or something the CC said first!) (directed heavily at thomas george cassell /threat)
HK/SS: Big Lemmquirrel enjoyer + huge fan of lacenet, sheosmith, grollow, quirrelmon, herrah x monomon and shawkra :D
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@grailknightmonty for art-only + me me big boy masterpost (ft. all boundaries and other social links)
@arthurshuge-tractsofland is my Tales of Arcadia sideblog now but all my trollhunters posts are still here under the fandom tags <33
Tagging System, AUs/Fanon Masterlist and more below :D
Tag Directory
#gkm arts / #lafakiwi draws - my art tags! the gkm has all my work from 2021 on, lafakiwi draws has everything from when i joined this hellsite in 2014
#lafakiwi talks - general tumblr posting from ya boy! asks i answer are also tagged under here
#lafakiwi writes - all my writing from fics and character analysis, to lore headcanons and theories C:
#lafakiwi cosplays - cosplay posts! tiktok is for cosplay videos, but i'll post stills and photoshoots here, and the occasional CMV
#verdigris musings - rambles related to ideas I have! can be art ideas, AU pitches or just hey. this is a cool idea that came to mind but i dont have the energy to do anything with it right now
#rambles from the heartsgone - consists of me shouting into the void mostly! rants also tend to live here
I mostly just rb shit whenever i see it but if I queue posts its under #yar queue a worth appointent , asks are just tagged with "asks" and the user who submitted (anons are under "anon" ) For a bonus #things to keep in mind is where i store all the feel good posts and
AUs/Headcanon Projects
Trollhunters AU Masterpost (because it would be a pain in the ass to list them all)
Starborne Kingdom of Dianite :: My MCYT Starborne AU! Builds off Jordan's origins smp lore, continuing the story (since he fucking won't /lh /j) and adding worldbuilding to the realm of the starborne (in my headcanon, its a version of the Aether!) How the Aether and the cast works comes off a tidbit from non est ad astra (see below) so we got two tiem reesters + hermits + lifers and the canon OSMP cast
Masterpost | AU Tag
Hollow Knight: Pale Revival :: Post-canon/dreamers live AU :D Takes place a year after an Embrace the Void ending where a powerful magic stored in a relic that Ghost and co. find in the ruins of the White Palace brings back the Pale King, the Dreamers and a few others along the way. The story follows the cast discovering secrets from those who came back, uncovering the mystery of the mechanical amulet and learning how to control it before it falls into the wrong hands. Story goes up until Hornet’s capture at the beginning of Silksong!
Tales of Aitheaca/Gays on a Boat :: Mianite Post-canon/post-Isles fanstory! Gays on a Boat follows tiem reester after season 2 and goes up through Isles (following everyone else but tom and jordan). Tales of Aitheaca picks up where Isles leaves off (if i pretend like the end of Isles doesn't exist it can't hurt me) and takes them to another relative universe in pursuit of a multiversal anomaly, where ultimate balance rules. also the boat is a dimension traveller and to everyone's shock not the only one
Gays on a Boat | Tales of Aitheaca
Mianite Godswap :: Joke AU I made during Octobernite, but also has a bit of story tied to it. mostly an excuse to make syndisparklez between a dianitee and mianitee because that concept is fascinating to me
Mianite x Life Series :: Fan season of the Life Series that builds off a funny little game that Ianite, Dianite and the Watchers play with their casts and swap them around, putting the lifers in a blank slate world of Mianite S1 with the objective of being the last one standing, and Jordan and Tom in a hardcore world where of they die, the world dies
Death’s Scale of Justice :: Headcanon for cEmeraldduo in the Mianite universe! :D Inspired by when Philza showed up at Jordan’s witch hut, Phil is a priest for Ruxomar Ianite and former friend of Spark lookin for his goddess when he disappears. Also includes the backstory for cTechno where he unearths Bellinite, the god of anarchy, revenge and blind vengeance (aka the Blood God) from the depths of the S1 World
HC10: Upon the Mountain of Magic :: WIP, expansion and theory on the story behind Magic Mountain in Hermitcraft season 10 using Joel's temple to Lizzie and Mumbo's mined lab lore as a baseline. no tag yet but is in reference to the mosaic of lizzie and jim on art blog + canary in the iron mine painting
Original Projects
non est ad astra, mollis e terra via :: Multiverse lore dev, work in this is used mostly in reference to MCYT fanon, but also is a project i'm using for some OC stuff (includes worldbuilding for my Mianite RPG characters Ophi and Aurelia, and concepts for the Nightmare Spectrum)
For Good Measure :: Story of my stream sona, Sir Monty Jones aka where he was prior to becoming the wanderer of the outerverse. Takes place prior to Arcadia of Avalon and is basically monty python but if they were my ocs and silly knights and also minecraft
Arcadia of Avalon :: Original Arthurian retelling but i don't gaf I just think knights deserve to be stupid, gay and full of angst as the gods intended. Mostly an excuse to write my rarepairs and do some funky worldbuilding where the land of King Arthur is a war over the power of creation. i can't explain it better than that but trust me its a good one
Wide Awake in the Witching Hour :: Current set of lore and story for my sona Sir Monty Jones. Continues where For Good Measure leaves off and is, relatively time wise, lines up to the current timeline of HC10 and the Mianite RPG
Cannot help but feel the way that i feel; sometimes moving on means starting over, its not ideal but I know that I will deal.
Meet my newest OC for the Mystic Realms SMP: Tales of Alteria, Winston Holly (he/they) :D! Ive been hoarding this art but since server's officially opened i can finally share him with you 💛💙
Winnie is a pillbug taxonomist (of the Cubaris sp. "Lemon Blue" type) who enjoys adventuring, exploring, documenting and discovery C: He's left their hometown of Cubhaile behind in search of new adventures beyond the bug kingdom, and is apparently now a murder suspect (the coronation they were invited to has not gone well)
He's come to meet the others from around the realms including some other fellow bugs (first image) ft. Allomyrina the rhino beetle (Vidiaphae), Nym the Luna moth (Jacobinnitbees on Twitch), Vera the monarch butterfly (ViaNova) and Amber the snail ( @canofambersoup )
[I'll be streaming his adventures over on my twitch, hope to see yall there :D]
To my 25 - 35 year olds, you've reached the age where people around you are starting to give up on themselves because they think it's too late. Don't let that energy rub off on you. It's not too late.
Along unmarked roads west of Hallownest, amongst the dunes of the surface one may come upon soaring quartzite cliffs, adorned by emerald mossy foliage draped down it’s side, humming with the warmth of a hearth, beckoning. Nestled at its center lies the wanderer’s town, Scarmoss.
As told over years: legend has it the butterfly Keimori and a band of pilgrims were on the road to Pharloom when the winds of the wastes drew their mind from the holy path, desolating them from their intent and leaving them helpless to the merciless open sands. Not ready to relent, Keimori in all her graces reached out to the heavens for guidance. Whether a higher being truly answered in the form of its blessings, granted her divinity or luck, the pilgrim was able to lead her companions to the shores of a luminescent pale lake, sitting at the center of a mossy grotto
From their small camps grew a town, as wanderers from all the kingdoms were drawn to this oasis, some only passing through, others choosing to make the newly founded Scarmoss- named for the verdant biomes along the cliffsides- a place to call home.
Those who reside here vary like the tides of Lake Mori, all bringing with them stories to share, knowledge to impart, and a spirit unlike any other. Some are chasing things, some fleeing. Others are simply fascinated by the unknown, or just need a resting place for their journey ahead.
From the evergreen pine lakeshore forests, to the ochre residential streets and soaring settlements in the olivine peaks; from the merchants, warriors and beetle boxers, the scholars and tradesfolk and everyone in between
Under Mayor Keimori’s blessing, Scarmoss welcomes all.
The heat is killing me so I have inflicted the harms upon my favourite character. I've written some 'Game Over' snippets for my Mianite Survival Horror AU
These three are made up of scenarios where Capsize is caught by the major three enemies attempting to capture her (Jordan, Tucker, and Sonja).
Brief warning, these snippets feature descriptions of injury, general distress of the POV character, and restriction of anatomy/movement.
Jordan: The Archer
Capsize tried to ignore the pain from the multiple arrows she knew were currently lodged into her body as she kept running down the corridor that seemed to stretch forever. She didn’t dare look behind her where the man was surely preparing to fire another. For a man who allegedly didn’t want to kill her, he sure seemed to be doing a good job at pushing her to death’s door.
Her thoughts were berating her for the route she had chosen, though it hadn’t been exactly her choice. The fucker had ambushed her, so it wasn’t as if she’d had much choice but to turn on her heel and bolt. Except, stretching corridors without turns or anything to hide behind weren’t giving her any chance to get out of the way of his attacks.
She needed to find a room she could duck into. There were plenty of doors, but she knew most of those in this place were locked. If she tried one and it didn’t open, he’d be on her before she could start running again. There needed to be one she was sure was unlocked, one she knew she had already been in before. But she hadn’t exactly been paying attention to where she was running. Even if a door looked like one she’d unlocked, how could she possibly be sure?
A great pain shot through her knee. Halfway through her stride, she tumbled, crying out as the fall pushed arrows in deeper. She landed in a crumpled heap, ragged, shaky breaths escaping. Her attempt to push herself back up resulted in an anguished cry and she fell back down.
She lay there, blinking back tears as she fruitlessly tried to get herself back onto her feet. The man who had been chasing her had slowed his pace to a walk, approaching mockingly slowly now he knew his prey was unable to escape. It fuelled her repeated attempts despite the pain they caused, desperate to avoid the inevitable despite already knowing it was over.
A hand took a grip on her hair, pulling her painfully up to meet those piercing blue eyes. She still thrashed and clawed, refusing to just give up. He looked at her with blatant annoyance.
“I don’t understand why my Lady wants to be joined with someone as ungrateful as you, but I’m not here to question her judgement. I’m here to enact her will.”
He pulled another arrow from the quiver on his hip, twirling if within his fingers.
“Don’t worry, she’ll heal the damage after the ritual.”
“No! Wait--” She begged as she realised what he was doing, but her words did nothing to stop him from plunging the arrow into her back. There was pain for a moment, then her entire body went limb. No matter how she attempted, she couldn’t move at all.
All she could do was cry in anguish as he slung her over his shoulder and began to carry her towards his goddess.
Tucker: The Hunter
Capsize woke slowly, her head pounding as she opened her eyes to be met with black spots in her vision. Her thoughts were slow, groggy, not quite recalling how she had gotten here as she tried to push herself up only to find herself unable.
Her thoughts jumpstarted at the shock. Eyes shot open, being met with an upside-down view of a room that looks more like a drained fountain than anything else. She looked down - up? - at the rest of her body, horrified to find herself strapped to a slab hanging from the ceiling.
“No, no… Shit!” She muttered as she tried to get free of the bindings holding her in place. The fall to the stone basin below her didn’t exactly look pleasant, but it was better than whatever the hell was going to happen to her if she stayed here.
Nothing she did gained her any freedom, leaving her still hanging there when the Hunter entered. He smiled at her frustration, walking up to her with a chuckle.
“You won’t be able to escape those on your own. Stronger people than you have tried,” He mocked as she continued her attempts to struggle. She growled at him, hating how right his words appeared to be as her every attempt to struggle amounted to nothing. “Until I alert Lady Ianite of your capture, you’re staying right here where I want you.”
That should’ve given her a spring of hope. The goddess hadn’t been told. She might still have time to escape. Surely her struggles would make some process given enough time. Except, the way he was smiling made her blood run cold.
“You see, my old friend has been helping you out, hasn’t he? Giving you places to hide, telling you our weaknesses,” His words were obviously referring to Tom, the one helping hand she had found in this place. The tone the man was using to talk about him made her throat somehow drier. “I don’t know why he feels the need to ruin another ritual, but I’m sure he’ll come to rescue you once he realises you’ve been caught.”
“You can’t think he’s that stupid,” She retorted, disliking the idea of being used as bait as much as the rest of her treatment throughout this night.
“I most certainly do,” He replied, looking thoroughly entertained by the notion. He pulled a knife from his belt. “But if he isn’t, that doesn’t matter. I’ve needed the opportunity to replenish my blood stores.”
Before she could properly process that statement, he ran the dagger across her throat. She choked as she tried to scream, watching her blood fall from her neck to the basin below. She struggled and thrashed as she desperately tried to escape before she lost strength. Except that never came.
Despite additional cuts the man inflicted upon her flesh. Despite the impossible amount of blood that flowed out of her and into the pool below. Despite all logical reasoning, she remained alive with doing to do but await this torture ending.
Sonja: The Witch
Capsize had only paused to catch her breath for a second, leaning against a wall to regain her bearings. The Witch’s lair was more a maze than the rest of the mansion, the halls seeming to shift around to trap her. Keeping a route plotted in her head was proving harder than she had expected.
She needed to get out of here. She’d managed to find the centre, finding the instructions and tools to remove the binding tattoos from her arms. It was a long painful process that would be utterly worthless if the woman stalking this part of the mansion made a reappearance.
She’d thought she was safe to pause here, but she clearly hadn’t been paranoid enough.
The wall she was leaning against disappeared, the unexpectedness knocking the wind out of her as she fell back. The shock of it left her shunned for a few too many moments, allowing the Witch to stride over and stand above her.
“You know, I don’t appreciate you erasing all my hard work,” The fox-featured woman said with a tilted head. As she had the entire night, she wore a smile as she glared down at the woman on the floor.
Capsize attempted to push herself off the ground, sure she still had a chance to escape. Despite her expectations, the Witch made no attempt to stop her. She didn’t reach down to grab her or lunge for her with a weapon. That should’ve been a red flag, but Capsize’s brain was already moving so fast that she didn’t care. She could scramble her way out of this, no matter what cat and mouse game the Witch wanted to play with her.
The giggle hit her ears moments before the bottle hit her back. The glass burst open, liquid splashing through the thin material of the ridiculous top she’d been forced to wear. It didn’t matter, she told herself, whatever it did she’d power through it. She tried; she really did. She tried to keep running as it began to feel like she was being choked, as her legs started to feel like they were turning to slush. But eventually her body gave up for her.
She collapsed to the ground, only then, as she was still, did she regain the ability to breath. She gulped in air as her limbs shook, attempting to crawl but lacked any strength to do so.
A shadow appeared over her.
“What the hell have you done to me?!”
“Just a little weakness potion, nothing that won’t wear off… Eventually,” The Witch said, as she sat herself on the ground. Her smile was audible despite how Capsize couldn’t see it. She caressed a careful finger across her vulnerable prey’s neck as she brushed away the curls keeping it hidden.
Capsize cringed into her, even that small movement suddenly painful. Laughter echoed above her. “I needed you still so I could work. You’ve given me back so much canvas to work with.”
Ink bottles and needles were placed intentionally within her eyeline, Capsize blinked back tears as she realised all the work of the past few hours was going to be for nothing. All those runes were going to be inked back into her skin, and she’d once more be magically bound to these walls.
One of the bottles was picked up, shaken so close to her face it made her go cross-eyed.
“What colour do you like best? I couldn’t ask you before and these are your tattoos in the end.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
There was a chuckle. A bottle of white ink was picked up. Capsize heard it open mockingly slowly.
“It really is a shame that the Lady needs you. You’d be so fun to keep for myself,” The Witch hummed, her musing doing little more than making Capsize’s skin crawl. “We could’ve had so much fun together… Maybe my reward for capturing you can be some alone time with you after the ritual. But I suppose first I need to re-enchant you. I think I’ll add some additional stuff with the binding runes. Some obedience charms are probably for the best.”
“Don’t you fucking--”
The needle entered her skin, the effect of the potion transforming the tiny sting into a pain that cut through her thoughts. A pain that was repeated over and over again as the Witch performed her work, continuing for what felt like hours. Time became a horrid blur as Capsize was left with nothing to do but wait for the pain to end and to have just more freedom stripped from her.
theres genuinely a lot of visdev predictions i have for sea of sorrow i could make art of but im struggling to translate the Thing in my Head to Making Art so i just end up drawing lemmquirreI kissing afain for the 300th tjme this month
hey, I really hate to ask for help like this, but I recently got fired for what I can only assume was being nonbinary, as they gave no reason. I've been looking for another job for a couple weeks, but getting nowhere.
the thing is, I have two cats.
and I'm running out of cat food and litter.
I honestly don't even care about myself. I care about making sure I can feed my babies...
so here's an Amazon wishlist with cat food and litter. please, help. if I can't get more food for them, I'm going to have to give them up, and while I'd really prefer to not to, I will, for their health. please... help me with my babies while I keep trying to find another job?
