I Have A Lot Of Thoughts About John Doe And Fear

this silly thing has been my lockscreen for the past few weeks

every time I think about my gender I get confused so I simply stopped thinking about it. it is not my problem

I'm just saying, Arthur could break the fingers of the hand that John controls

Arthur’s hear me out cake:

John Wayne

Oscar

that apple he had in Addison

his piano

Made this about 2 or 3 months ago and completely forgot to post about it

It was going to be for a phone guy cosplay but I’m not sure about it now, I’m keeping the mask, I’m pretty proud of it but idk if I’m actually gonna make a full cosplay with it

Fanfic tiktok is wild... I see so many people saying shit like "I could never read anything below 60k!!", or "What story can you even tell in under 5k words?" or "A oneshot below 10k isn't even a story!" or "I always filter completed fics by 100k< only!"

And I'm like...

A) which fandoms are you reading fics for where you have this kind of offerings on the regular?

B) have you heard of short stories? If you truly think every story NEEDS to be longform to connect with people, I sincerely feel sorry for you.

C) Average novel length is between 50k to 100k. I'm sorry, but CONSISTENTLY demanding fic writers to push out fics of that length is insane. Just think about it: YOU DEMAND AUTHORS TO PUT OUT FICS THAT COMPARE TO COMMERCIAL NOVELS IN LENGTH (AND QUALITY) AS A BASELINE.

Yall are wilding.

This is the only day you can reblog this

He dances to whatever music is playing :)

It’s Arthur’s birthday, what could go wrong?

Tried to do some lighting and shading :)

Image description under cut

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A drawing of Arthur and John, with a birthday cake on a table in front of them. Arthur is leaning away from the table, startled, with his arm raised to shield his face. He has short auburn hair, yellowish eyes, and a small moustache. He wears a white shirt, brown suspenders and medium brown pants. There is a scar on the corner of his right eye, and his left hand’s pinkie is partially missing, leaving a dark, stick-like protrusion in its place.

John is behind him, and also leaning back, shocked. He is shrouded in a yellow cloak, with yellow eyes and grey sheep horns protruding from his hood.

In front of them, a cake sits of a plate, with a column of fire shooting from the three birthday cake candles. The cake is pale pink.