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JBB: An Artblog!
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@strangegeology
mwah! happy new year!
Jeeves and Wooster as incorrect quotes
Screen caps by @bluebassy
christmas themed doodle… tis the season…
and then they play gay chicken and almost kiss. or maybe they do kiss.
Me, on monday
arthur x eames, matching totems
And a Happy New Year!
Here is my Secret Saito present for @stormofsharpthings ! My prompt was “tea,” so I thought I’d do a bit of wordplay. Who knows what Eames is drawing, but word spreads fast in dreamsharing.
I hope you enjoy it!
Eames smiled as he noticed Arthur’s head nodding before the heavy weight dropped onto his shoulder. Clearly Arthur was exhausted after their most recent job.
Eames couldn’t wait to get them home and into their bed. God had he missed their bed after weeks of sleeping on hotel beds and lawn chairs. He planned to spend the whole day in bed once they made it back; sleepy morning sex, breakfast in bed, shitty tv, reading, cuddles… zzzzzzzzz.
@secretsaito gift for @missingfawkes ! The prompt was “sleepy” so here’s a bit of fluff… and drool. Oops!
As promised, the dream sharing technology pages from the Inception script book! I hope it’s visible enough, and I’m sorry for my fucked up nails. This really is so fascinating.
It starts, innocently enough, with a baseball cap. Eames should have realised then that this wasn’t going to go the way he expected.
From The Skin Out
A farce in four parts, containing eggs, a dog, feelings, and hats.
My @secretsaito gift for @cantfixhim, whose prompt was 'hat'. First of four chapters with the rest to follow soon!
Secret Saito for @gessorosso ❤️
Prompt: passport
I read the prompt and this popped into my head immediately. Must be handy having a forger around ;)
This was cute fluff and excuse to do ~mature~ content-ish. Also my first fandom event!!! Thank you for commenting on the discord where the team would go on vacation/relax :)
I really want to visit Valparaíso now
Mistletoe Cafe
@deinvatiwrites and I are writing a fic! This is chapter 1 of our Secret Saito 2025 project, written for d4nfull!
the best gift of all
HAPPY @secretsaito !!! I am keeping up my tradition of 4 page comics as my gifts… Here you go @nototherwisespecified ! I hope you enjoy! My prompt was snowglobe and immediately I looked up gag snowglobes. The one featured in this is a real one. ANYWAYS YAYYY
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me...THE Louvre Heeeeist My @secretsaito gift for @acute-sheep ❤ I wish you all the best!! Thank you for such a great prompt!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
happy @secretsaito to @strangegeology, following the delightful prompt CACTUS, featuring logistical hiccups, tasteful redactions, & a criminal spin on a longstanding hospitality tradition. enjoy <3
one aspect of arthureames i really, really love, is that they’re both criminals.
there’s this unabashed hedonism, this lack of care for the pursuit of goodness and love of humanity. they’re both men who have carved out their space in the world and own it, men who have to be absurdly confident for their line of work. it’s in the way they hold themselves, from arthur’s careful enunciation and his proficiency with firearms, to eames’ casual, easy lying and command of his physical space.
“that price on my head, was that dead or alive?” “don’t remember. see if he starts shooting.”
eames is very casually nonchalant about the idea of cobb dying, because, quite frankly, he doesn’t care. and arthur is essentially the same, with nash and with shooting projections in dreamscapes.
i feel like, with most ships and most fandoms, a core component of the characters is that they’re “good people” (to varying definitions) and that they engage in this pursuit of joy and goodness. but arthur and eames aren’t like that. arthur follows cobb around the world when it’s pretty clear that he doesn’t have to, and it causes him pain. and eames does what he wants, however he wants. he enjoys making fun of people and his art is, literally lying. they’re not men preoccupied with their own place in this world, or how the chips will fall at the end of the day.
it’s not that they’re necessarily bad, or cruel people. arthur has kindness for ariadne and for yusef, he takes care of eames. and eames cares about saito, he takes into account his feelings/pain and he understands fisher’s wants.
but in terms of the ship, i think it affects the fandom a lot because they’re not criminals in the sense of like “mob boss, stealing and shooting and all that” but there’s something unmistakably criminal about what they do. they’re both men who have travelled the world, who don’t care about things most people do, like mortgages and pets and buying groceries. they fly in private helicopters and travel around the world on a whim, very easily.
and the characters are portrayed as these men who live outside of society’s purview, because they don’t prescribe to following its laws and expectations. and arthureames highlights the importance of individual choices, of individual trust and love. i feel like, contrastly, other ships rely on this idea of like “you make me a better person” or similar sentiments. but neither arthur or eames really care about being good people. for them it’s more about this idea of “i am choosing you,” or “i am loving you because i want to, not because you change me.”
they’re such singular people, who don’t give a shit about how people view them, that when they chose to be together, it’s just about them, and no one else.
Pub in Dublin, Ireland, 1950s, by Hans Silvester