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[mochiwei]

For the art trademark thing- you have a very specific use pf lineart and color! Also so round and nice

Thank you!! I love making things soft and r o u n d 🥰

[that-one-girl-behind-you]

A reversal of the last scene in Illicio's 13th chapter to go with this amazing art by @ivehadanapophany​

There has to be another way to destroy this thing. If anything, Gertrude and Dekker never failed with their bombs and their concrete, so that's always an option. 

Gerry tries to prod at the Eye for information, but gets nothing more than a vague feeling of annoyance. However much the Watcher wants the Dark Sun destroyed, it's perfectly clear who was supposed to be doing the-

THUD

Something collapses to the ground behind him-

"Jon!" Basira screams, and Gerry's blood runs cold. He whips around at the sound of her gunshot, but all he finds is an already raging fire, and there's a split second in which all his mind supplies is 'I told Martin this would happen'.

But the tether at his chest does not point to the person enveloped in flames; Gerry recoils when he recognizes the broken form at her feet. 

Fuck. Fuck, fuck. 

"Jon?" Gerry crouches at his side to turn him on his back, and flinches back immediately. His eyes are a mess of mangled flesh and blood, and he looks- he looks like an empty husk, a broken mannequin and he's not healing, why isn't the healing?! "J- FUCK!"

There's- there's more fire now, and Gerry darts a look at Tim, his brain going into overdrive. The man's panicked gaze also fixed on Jon's bo- on Jon, and his face looks like it's melting off its frame, the hand extended towards Manuela Dominguez shaking with barely-there restraint. 

"Basira!" Gerry screams, slipping his arms under Jon to lift him. He comes easily enough, limp in his grip like- don't think about it, don't- "We have to get out now!"

She doesn't even stop to acknowledge him, just bolts towards the exit. The air in the warehouse is overheated way past the point of being breathable by now, and the cool night breeze outside hits Gerry like a brick to the face when he steps outside. 

He collapses a short distance from the burning building, with Jon still a dead weight in his arms. His- his eyes are mostly gone, the light of the fire reflecting against the thick blood on his face in an almost hypnotic dance of reds and oranges. 

"What's wrong with him?!" Basira snaps, coming to her knees on Jon's other side. "Why isn't he healing?!"

"I don't- he- I think he-" the word gets stuck in his throat like so many others, his thoughts bouncing uselessly inside his head. Jon is gone, slipped through his fingers again and it somehow feels even crueler this time, now that Gerry has come to terms with having him for himself, when- "He's-"

"He's not dead." Basira declares firmly, and when Gerry lifts his gaze he finds that her eyes are green with Beholding, as she looks intently at him. "You're still here, so he's not dead, he's just-"

"In the Dark." The realization is like a slap to the face and if anything, it makes it worse. Jon is- Jon is alive, but he's alone in the Dark, and there was no time to prepare, no time to even feed appropriately, all he has is that statement he took from Manuela and-

"Keay! Do something!" Basira snarls again. "Come on!"

"I'm- yes, I-" his mind is still screeching, but now there's a course of action at least. He- Jon said Daisy fed him a statement in the Buried, but he's alone now, and he can't just feed himself. The- the tapes called him back last time, but they don't have any at hand. Still, there's- that's an idea. "We need a statement-"

"Well, give him one! I thought that was your thing!" Basira yells, and Gerry flinches back before forcing himself to focus. It's- it's not the fucking time for his ridiculous trauma, it's- Jon needs him, Jon-

A statement. A statement from the Dark, preferably. He's got some of those, he definitely does, it's- 

'... A man defeated the Dark through the power of breakfast food, is what you're saying?' Jon's voice says in his head, and he can almost feel the ghost of his hands on his scalp. 

'You said a man used quiche as his anchor!'

'It was not about the quiche, I thought you'd understood that!'

It feels almost arrogant, to think that this particular statement might lead Jon out not just because of the subject matter, but because of the memories associated with it. With him. 

"There was a- I met a man once, that told me about the time he got lost in his living room." Jon's body feels cold in his arms, but it's got to be a trick of his mind, because he can still feel a faint pulse where his hand is white-knuckled around Jon's wrist. It's just that, it's his fear. Which entity's feeding on him right now? It's- it doesn't matter, not now, not when Jon's life is on the line, not- "He'd always been afraid of it, could always see the things moving just out the corner of his eye. He said his dreams were always in that not-grey color you get when your vision is just getting used to the lack of light."

It's not working. 

It's not working, he thinks as he goes through the statement, the man making sure as always that everything was in order, that his path to the stairs across the room was clear, before flicking off the lights. 

Why did he think it would work? Why did he think that it- that he would be enough, when even Martin wasn't able to pull him back from the Buried? 

The man in his statement finds himself in the Dark, lost in an expanse too massive to be his little suburban living room. He tries walking on a straight line, convinced he will find the stairs, but the shadows in the darkness stalk around him, waiting for him to falter in his step before pouncing. 

Is Jon lost in a similar way? Can he see the things in the dark even though his eyes are- why isn't it working?! Even if Gerry's not enough, the Eye is being fed. The Archivist is listening to a statement, he should-

"He was- Jon, please. He- he said he had just about given up. He was about to sit down and let whatever it was that was lurking in the shadows tear him apart. Are- can you hear me?" Jon's wrist is growing colder even when they're sitting so close to Tim's inferno, and he can't lose him, he can't. "He said it made him think of his wife, because he was too tired to keep walking, and she was always trying to get him to exercise more. And then he- he said he remembered what- what his wife told him before he turned off the lights at the living room." 

Jon's forehead is cold as well when he bends down to kiss it, and he feels Basira's pitying gaze on him, but Gerry can't bring himself to be ashamed at the display.

"She- she reminded him to set the alarm, because they would be having breakfast with her parents next morning, and- and he said he remembered the way then, Jon, because he wanted- you were right, alright? It was the fucking quiche, he just-" are Jon's eyelids twitching, or is it just wistful thinking? Is his skin growing warmer, or is Gerry growing colder himself, his life fading away even as he tries to cling to Jon? "He walked out, just like that. And he was at the top floor, with- with his wife, and he could see the light of his clock, and he knew she'd already set the alarm for him because she knew he'd forget- Jon, open your eyes please-"

And he does.

Jon's eyes are their usual brown, with only the slightest hint of green at their depths, and Gerry's quite sure if he'd been given a heart, it would have stopped by now.

"What- where's Manuela?"

"Tim dealt with her. And the Sun as well," Basira answers immediately, and Gerry's glad. He wouldn't be able to form a word if he tried. 

Jon's eyes -his eyes are alright, he's alright, he's back- turn to the still roaring fire. Gerry can see the first stirrings of worry and of course this man would walk straight out of the Dark and be worried about someone else.

"Is Tim-"

"In there." Turns out he can form words, if it is to reassure Jon.  "He'll be alright, it's- fire can't hurt him."

And then Jon's gaze is on him, pinning him in place with something much more effective than the power of the Archivist.

"I heard your voice. I followed it out." Jon's fingers graze softly against his temple when he reaches up to push some hair behind his ear, and Gerry blinks as the corner of Jon's lips twitches upward in a smirk. "Like quiche"

Oh.

It's- the wave of relief that washes over him is overpowering. Gerry's eyes prickle with heat, and it's all he can do to laugh before he collapses against Jon, burying his face in his neck.

"I- I'm back. I came back." Jon mumbles above him. Gerry squeezes him tighter, clinging to him like daring the world to take him again. "I'm home."

"You really are." He mutters, his voice thick and strained and wet. "You are, Jon."

He's glad his face is hidden, when the first tear slips past his tightly shut eyelids. The whole world at his disposal, and the only place he wants to be at is in Jon's arms. 

And really, isn't that what home is?

[luftballons99]

your art reminds me of this post I read that was like " humans are so soft we hold hands and put our mouths together to say I love you " i guess it just reminds me about the good things in people? It's really soft and nice.

oh this is so sweet...thank you so much <3

[jamscandraw]

I love Alula as class rep! ( hope I spelled her name right ) and her quirk is really cool! Is there a limit on how many objects she can pull towards her?

I can’t believe it only occurred to me like the other day, she’s a perfect class rep and she’d be super excited about doing it too! (I have yet to decide who the vice-rep should be, but it may end up being one of the kids I haven’t introduced yet)

There’s no item limit as such (although if she were to have too many items around her they’d clip through each other’s orbit or reduce her visibility), but there is a mass limit. Maintaining an orbit for 10 items that weigh 10g each requires the same amount of energy and concentration as one 100g item. I haven’t put a hard cap on what her current mass limit is but it’s definitely close to her own body weight (and before anyone asks, no she doesn’t know how to do it to other people lmao)

[maripr]

Ship ask: guard dogs? ( Marrow and Jaune (

I never thought much about them, tbh! I could see it being hella cute, tho, but I guess Sun/Marrow is where my crackship with Marrow goes!

Send me a ship and I will explain why I do or don’t ship it

[theonceoverthinker]

Oooh ooh! Who's mother gothel in the au??

That would be Tyrian! 

I’m pretty excited with the angle I took his character. Salem’s something of a distant threat, but Tyrian’s devotion to her is as present as ever! And I think the way he motivates Clover to stay in the tower works nicely too!

Ask me about my Fair Game Tangled AU!

[whatacartouchebag]

2 and 5 for lighthearted ask

Beaten for number 5 by seconds lmao

What was your last inner chuckle about?- A good part of the managers group chat for work going off the rails and bitching about people freaking out about toilet paper THANKS CORONAVIRUS. It immediately devolved into memes. We’re all adults I swear.

[that-one-girl-behind-you]

Jongerrymartin... 💜

Oof, this one varies a lot between universes. I won’t spoil the exact details, but in Illicio it’s definitely Gerry, to both Jon and Martin.

In Two Sugars, it’s Martin, at least in the context of the OT3 (since JG have been togethr for about five years at this point) he says it very casually a few nights after moving into Jon and Gerry’s flat, when he arrives late from work one night and finds the two of them waiting for him with takeout from his favorite restaurant and a bath all ready for him. His two idiots are completely floored and tripping over each other to say it back, he’s very endeared.

As for Runaways, Jon says it to Martin first. It’s nonchalant on his part, like something that doesn’t even need to be said (does it really? they have always been there for each other, telling Martin he loves him feels like saying the sky is blue) and it takes a bit for Martin to realize he means it romantically. After Gerry comes back from Italy, Jon (200% brat in this AU) is the one to break it to him that “We love you too, you idiot. You’re pretty blind, for a Beholder”