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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 2 of Other Circus has been out for a while too idk why i never posted that
Stranger!Jon >:)
I might write a fic about the guy idk
I feel like he doesn't look boy failure enough to be Jon tho😔 /j
Half of his face is replaced by a "perfect" version of himself.
So basically normal Jon but more anxiety™ issues🥴
Feel free to ask questions 😉
“Jon hummed, flipping three times and ending up in a cradle, the silk caught him last second and he grinned to himself, spinning a little and feeling soft silk wrap around him. He analyzed his own movements, trying not to think about the archives. He does not belong to the Institute anymore, the Eye wouldn’t even let him enter if it was too terribly offended. Though could fear gods get offended? He wondered briefly, before wrapping his legs in silk and pulling himself up again. Like a plastic spider, he mused.
He wondered about it, his Patron buzzing under his skin in the form of cassette tapes and leftover fear from strangers he had petrified. It was remarkably easy to feed the Stranger, and it felt better. It felt full, just to stare at people, to see their eyes dart away, or to see them stare back, as if scared he would disappear of get closer if they looked away.
He cracked his neck, the metallic noise striking in the quiet studio. Jon had become a regular to this studio, even beginning to work there after knowing he no longer worked at the archives, the room was large and empty, and he had space to practice whatever he wanted. It was freeing.
At one last flip and hanging upside down from his foot, about to finish with a roll jump, he came face to face with someone he didn’t think would find him, hung upside down.
‘Basira?’”
-- “The Stranger the Fonder” by orphan-account
I just had to illustrate this beautiful Stranger!Jon fic. I love the description of Jon doing aerial silk.
Here is the link if you want to give it a read: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25096786
Image Description: A marker illustration that shows Jon Sims, a brown-skinned Indian man, hanging from orange aerial silks. He has greying dark brown hair in a ponytail, some facial hair, and is covered both in worm scars and white cracks. He wears a green leotard and darker green leggings. He is upside down holding himself up by his hands on the silks and one foot hooked into them. The other leg sticks up. He is face to face with Basira just below him. She is brown-skinned and wearing a purple hijab and purple shirt. The background is textured light blue in marker and pencil.
I just got back from Uncanny Valley I’m spending lots of time there these days All my friends live in Uncanny Valley Just waiting for me by the gateways
-Uncanny Valley intro by Petunia-Liebling MacPumpkin
If you like this pic consider reblogging it as it let’s me know my stuff is liked and also more folks can see it! %)
first time drawing jon and this is what I do to him
first pic is nikola wearing jons skin the second is him being a bit spooky