[lostin-austen]

I’ve come to the rather sudden and startling realisation that my Magnus Archives/Malevolent/Wolf 359 brainrot is this decade’s SuperWhoLock and as a 30 year old millennial I don’t really know how to process this information? Isn’t history beautiful. Repeating and all that.

[commsroom]

just another happy, sunny day out here. seven and a half light years away from earth…

[lostin-austen]

Ripped from the safe and comfortable domicile of Arthur’s body, John was flung back into the Dark World. How uncomfortably big his new body felt, draped over his isolated soul like an oversized robe. It was the smothering loneliness that swallowed him first, crushing him from all sides without space to breathe. Then the grief found him— a blinding devastation like nothing John had ever known. It was a choking grief that wrapped around his throat and John tore at himself to try and loosen its grip. But it was in the midst of helplessness that his fury began to bloom. Slowly, then all at once.

And John got to work.  

Alone, white hot rage inflamed by the oppressive nature of the Dark World, John transformed into a macabre architect. After every bloodied hunt, John returned to his calcified construction with a new trophy. He dismantled flesh and sinew until he was left with the pale scaffolding buried beneath before transforming them into grand chandeliers, towering pillars, and ornate pews. 

John cradled each skull and stared into the void eye sockets he once looked out of whilst narrating to the man who had caused him this agony. With a meticulous precision, John separated the bones in the hand he’d controlled and felt the same suffocating despair when none of these phalanges had been replaced with wood.  

 With each violent execution John was desperate for some satisfaction, but nothing was enough to satiate the agonising pit of starvation he felt inside. So he kept building. 

But wasn’t a simple dwelling that John was forging from the man he so deeply, so proudly, so fiercely adored. Instead, rising from the barren ground of ash and dirt, the manifestation of his devotion became a glowing cathedral in which his idolatry was so devastatingly clear. And indeed, with each act of frenzied brutality upon every iteration of the sacred body, John served only to further canonise Arthur at the very altar he had sculpted from rib and vertebrae. 

It was a citadel of isolation, fortified with countless bodies of the soul he so desperately yearned to become entangled with again. When finally, draped over the ghostly throne of manipulated anatomy, John was nestled within Arthur’s body once more, and the resurrection was complete. 

Until, unable to stand the overwhelming anguish any longer, John flung himself upon the mercy of a god and wept. There was no place for his dignity when he begged to return to the mortal he so despised but so entirely worshipped. 

Whatever the cost. 

[lostin-austen]

sooo is the Dollmaker going to create Arthur's new body from the convenient cathedral built from his AUs' actual bones orrrrr...?

[justc4llmeellie]

🎶 If you don't know why the bell tolls, you'll only hear the chimes 🎶

[janezebu]

vol. 5

[lostin-austen]

John: you did it.

Arthur: is that it?!

John: you don’t get applause for every jump.

Arthur: where’s the “fuck yeah you did it!”

John: when you’ve earned it.

*both giggling*

Sobbing.

[commsroom]

once upon a time, there was a little boy called doug eiffel. and doug had a superpower: he could get inanimate objects to reproduce sounds happening very far away. modern science calls this power ‘radio.’ … doug eiffel also calls it ‘radio.’

[allthingseurope]

Luxembourg Garden, Paris (by Kateryna Melnyk)

[lostin-austen]

My husband, who introduced me to Wolf 359 and happens to resembles the common visual characterisation of Eiffel, has started talking to our car the way Eiffel talks to Hera (patting the steering wheel, calling her darlin’, etc.) and it’s giving me complicated feelings.

[idrawr16yt]

Foolish sketch, but I like

[lostin-austen]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wolf 359 (Radio) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daniel Jacobi/Warren Kepler, Daniel Jacobi & Alana Maxwell Characters: Daniel Jacobi, Alana Maxwell (Wolf 359), Warren Kepler Additional Tags: Daniel Jacobi is Bad at Feelings, Daniel Jacobi & Alana Maxwell Are Best Friends, Warren Kepler Has Feelings, Pre-Canon, Gay Daniel Jacobi, Jacobi is down bad for his commanding officer, maxwell is trying to stop him being stupid, Idiots in Love, Pre-Hephaestus (Wolf 359), Implied Sexual Content, no beta we go down like the hephaestus Summary:

Jacobi and Kepler think they’re being subtle.

Alana Maxwell is here to tell her best friend he’s an idiot.

[seraph5]

Bloody But Unbowed

Image Description: there is a single digital illustration of Arthur Lester and John Doe in the midst of a fight with an unseen opponent. Arthur is wearing a decorative 13th(ish) century tunic with a tear in the chest and stomach. He is crouched clutching his wounds and looking up through his hair which has fallen across his face. His expression is determined and calculating. John is leaning over the top of him, arms either side of Arthur, bestial claws beared threateningly. His expression is a wild glare, sharp teeth grit into a snarl, eyes wide and processing their enemy. His tentacles are wiped up into a roiling frenzy as if trying to create a barrier between their opponent and Arthur.

[golswia]

supple-MENTAL am I right-

I love how fast Jon spiraled between seasons

[nappi]

the wound man

[lostin-austen]

I finished W359 and cannot think about anything else so I created a fun little bit of cover art.

[commsroom]

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with my life, darlin’… with my life…