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[ID: Fanart of Arnold Burnsteel and Jared Stevens from DC Comics. Arnold is sitting up front, smoking and looking at the viewer. His cigarette smoke is a skull. There are four small Jareds on his head and shoulders, one is leaning over playfully, one is standing back with a broken heart symbol on his shirt, one is leaning on an ankh dagger stabbed into Arnold's head, and one is whispering in his ear. Behind him, two larger images of Jared appear over his shoulders, the left one smiling and the right one angry. Their shirt text together reads "around my head". End ID]

i've been sitting on this lineart/flats since early 2021 i think the sketch is even older OTL........ wayyy back when my buddy sent me 'around my head' by cage the elephant for a jarnold song and this composition came to mind

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What can you tell us about the edgy Doctor Fate, the one with the mullet with a red stripe and an ankh tattoo? I think his name was Jared or something? I recently saw a picture of him and thought that there’s no way he could be Doctor Fate, he didn’t even have the helmet!

I...actually have to step aside for this one. Because when I brought it to my normal occult "supervisor". The lovely Gwen, as I've introduced to all of you before. They had...opinions. And by opinions I mean that they started swearing in my general direction for a while until I turned my laptop around and let them just put down the rant that you are going to be seeing below.

So, the rest of this post is in the "voice" of Gwen. So yknow.

Don't sue me. And THEY don't have an address to send a summons to

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This guy.

THIIISSS fuckin guy!

(An actual photograph Jared Stevens allowed to exist in the world)

Jared Steven was originally an occult "adventurer" (read: grave robber) who just so happened to stumble upon the artifacts of Nabu while on a 'hunt' in Egypt. That being the Amulet of Anubis, The Cloak of Destiny and the Helm of Fate. Without a doubt the 3 most powerful magical artifacts to ever exist for an extended period upon the Earth.

Being drawn to the town of Salem where the Tower of Fate stands, and indeed where the elderly Kent and Inza Nelson who had been the artifacts' original bearers still lived he attempted to return them to the pair. At that moment he was attacked by a VERY nasty demon by the name of Kingdom. The Nelsons died trying to cover for the newcomer who in a moment of panic attempted to use the Amulet of Anubis without any training.

It exploded in his face. Blinding him (and marking him) in one eye and effectively crippling his right arm which he was barely able to bandage with the cloak.

Now this, this is where I have the problem. Because after barely making it out of that situation alive. And REJECTING the call to become the newest bearer of the mantle of Fate.

He MELTED DOWN THE HELMET OF NABU INTO A KNIFE AND THROWING STARS.

This...this edgy, tossle haired, beer swilling, skunkweed stinking POSER melted down one of the most important artifacts in the HISTORY of magic and turned it into a bowie knife and his own personal mall ninja shurikens. And then he has the GALL to spend the rest of his career playing the reluctant, byronic whiner. Refusing to step the fuck up into the position he had found himself and only fighting the demons he had riled when they came directly to his front door baying for blood.

He managed to hold on for a while until eventually he want up against an actual dark sorcerer and ended up with his own stupid knife in his back. Though I will give him middling credit for going directly to the Justice Society while he was being chased, an event that lead to that team's most recent and seemingly permanent revitalization.

Some of you may be slightly confused. I know I play the affectation of the sarcastic, grinning, British street punk magician (I'm actually Welsh. Well, half Welsh. but don't worry about it). But that's just my vibe. I take my arcane calling VERY seriously. I've trained under Archmage Extrano, I know my way into and out of the Oblivion Bar, John Constantine owes me 5p (it wasn't for purchasing anything. ALSO do not worry about it). I know that of which I speak.

When destiny comes knocking. When the big bad wolf is at the door and a major part of the balance is tipping into your hands. You grab hold, square your shoulders and LIFT IT. Magic is a responsibility and that means those who CAN fight the snarling beasties in the dark have an obligation to protect those who can't. Especially when it is the HELMET OF BLOODY FATE that gets dropped in your lap. I'm sorry if it doesn't fit with your fecking AESTHETIC mate but put on the bucket or find somebody who will!

The mantle of Fate MEANS something and not just because it is a VERY thin line of gold protecting vulnerable people from the dark.

You fucked around with magic, mate. Time to sack up.