“credit Goes To The Artist! :)”

Really enjoying the sheer number of times that Chip and Jay are experiencing the exact same trauma and the trauma is terrible things happening to Gillion Tidestrider that seem to effect them way worse

Girls are gossiping🤭🤭🤭

yeah i think he researches the magnus institute a normal amount

i keep thinking about this part, because it just seems so specific a thing to write, considering that harlan didn't have to name this character 'malam'.

merriam-webster says that the first known use of the word 'palindrome' was in 1637 - a far cry from the 1300s - and "in the past palindromes were more than just smart wordplay. Some folks thought they were magical, and they carved them on walls or amulets for protection."

since the episode dropped, i've seen a couple people in the tag mention that at first they thought malam was an alternate version of arthur - i did too. john's description of facial scars, a missing right ear, and differently colored eyes just sounds too reminiscent of arthur to be a coincidence. someone else said that malam's voice is the one closest to john's that harlan has used, and i had that passing thought while listening too.

obviously malam doesn't have arthur's face, since john would notice that, but i just keep thinking about palindrome. the same backwards as forwards.

malam is older, with a 'dark complexion'. he has arthur's scars, and the voice john would have in a human throat. differently colored eyes. he exists to bring justice to dead children. he says our "day of wrath".

the same backwards as forwards.

It just occured to me that Stan technically canonically liked to draw, so here's my take of what Stanley's sketchbook would have looked like had he never gave up on art :]

Stanley first found this sketchbook left behind in a dumpster next to a library. The rings that once held the pages together were broken and warped, so he instead fashioned himself a jury rigged binder by weaveing one of his shoelaces through the holes in the side. In the end, it was essentially just a stack of barely held together paper, but he was still satisfied with it.

Pencils were easy enough to snag from the store since they fit so easily inside his pockets; but he had to settle for the shitty stubby pink erasers that barely did its job on the end of the pencils if he made any mistakes.

Stanley wasn't much of a poetic guy, and he didn't do the kind of art that had deep symbolism or meaning behind them. He was more the kind of artist that just drew what was in front of him, plain and simple. Had he been younger, he might have been able to fill in this cobbled together sketchbook in a matter of days, page after page filled to the brim with creatures and adventures of the wildest dreams.

Well, Stanley wasn't exactly a sprightly young child anymore with a boundless imagination to take inspiration from, but 10 years was a long time to be on the road and moving around, so there was plenty for him to draw.

(My primary goal was just to make these pages look as realistic as possible, but I did add in mini backstories in each of the pages' image description, if you feel like reading that :])

HAPPY BDAY ANGEL DUST

What's wrong with him (derogatory)

y'all this is the tv we did the inauguration on

idk if this is just common knowledge and im just slow but thought it was worth pointing out :)

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Something like this would be so colossally helpful. I'm sick and tired of trying to research specific clothing from any given culture and being met with either racist stereotypical costumes worn by yt people or ai generated garbage nonsense, and trying to be hyper specific with searches yields fuck all. Like I generally just cannot trust the legitimacy of most search results at this point. It's extremely frustrating. If there are good resources for this then they're buried deep under all the other bullshit, and idk where to start looking.

you can hold my hand (if no one’s home)

pairing: chip/gillion  genre: slight canon divergence warnings: riptide 90 spoilers , they kiss sorta lol , minor depiction of injury wc: 913

it’s terrifying how lifeless gillion looks in the water. chip’s eyes burned as he held his breath, scanning around frantically for something, anything to do, to free him from the unconscious vice admiral’s grasp.

kuba kenta may have been killed on impact by gillion, but the sheer will of the enormous creature transcended life and death, and so somehow he was still holding on to the other unconscious boy.

and gillion looked awful. his armour, which he’d left back at rufus’ place, was unable to protect him from any of the damage that kenta had given him. the strikes across his chest, the same as the ones chip kept seeing in his sleep, were scorched, bubbling and angry and red. his head leaned back, his eyes closed, scratches all along his blue arms. 

it felt so wrong, to see gillion looking this awful underwater. the water was where gillion should have felt the safest, should have the most advantage, should be trying to get chip to break his concentration and breathe on accident. but he lay still, his neck in the teeth of kuba kenta’s large grip. 

there was something happening around them, jay was in the water too, along with the blonde girl with a horn in her forehead, that jay seemed to know. but chip ignored the both of them and swam towards gillion, where the two girls were trying to pull both the vice admiral and the co-captain up. 

gillion looked almost ragdolled in the vice admiral’s grip, and chip swam over now too, his eyes streaming in the salt water, scanning for anything that could help the two. 

they were still sinking, and both the blonde girl and jay were falling with them, despite their best efforts to swim upwards. chip patted his pockets, coming up empty, before swimming down to reach the pair, getting his hands on jay’s bag, and tugging it towards him, searching inside of it. 

pulling out a glass bottle, chip stared at it, before looking up at jay, and jerking his head towards gillion, thinking furiously in his mind. “i’m gonna give this to gillion, i’m gonna give this to gillion, i’m gonna give this to gillion.”

the bracelets that linked jay and chip ensured that she would hear his message, and she stared at him for a moment, her orange hair floating around her in the water, before nodding. 

chip swam down to the two of them, gently tugging gillion out of kuba kenta’s teeth, wincing to himself as his fingers gently brushed along the indents that the vice admiral had left in his skin. moving to uncork the bottle, he suddenly realised that if he was to open it, the liquid would spill everywhere, and therefore be rendered useless. 

suddenly aware that jay was able to read every single thought that floated across his mind right now, chip tried to push away the solution that entered his thoughts, feeling a flush bloom across his cheeks. 

he pulled his knife out, and desperately tilted the bottle, trying to make a hole for gillion to drink out of, instead of the first thing that he’d thought of. 

a sudden, but not harsh kick interrupted his thoughts, and jay was behind him, glaring at chip, with the most ‘what on earth are you doing?’  face he’d ever been given. 

he knew that she’d heard his original idea, and she pointed at gillion with her chin, gesturing for him to hurry up. 

and chip looked back at gillion, who shouldn’t be this still, ever, and put his knife away, before uncorking the bottle and shoving it into his own mouth. 

pushing as much of the potion into his cheeks as he could, he could feel the magic swirling around his tongue, and pressing against his throat, and he shook his head to himself before swimming closer to gillion. 

thankfully, he didn’t have to worry about gillion swallowing any water. it was just the same as air to him, and chip mentally prepared himself as he tipped gillion’s head towards him, his hands warm with embarrassment.

his cheeks puffed with the potion, chip pulled gillion close, and carefully opened the other boy’s mouth, prying his lips apart, before pressing his own against them, forcing the potion down the triton boy’s throat. he could feel gillion’s chest expand underneath him, and chip’s embarrassment mounted as gillion’s breath hitched. 

eyebrows scrunched in concentration, his eyes shut, chip didn’t stop until his mouth was empty, and carefully, so he didn’t accidentally inhale any saltwater, pressed his lips shut, and pulled away, examining gillion for any sign of life. his lungs burned with exertion from not breathing, and he didn’t know how much longer he could stay like this, holding his breath, his hair floating around him.

and when gillion’s eyes opened, chip’s shoulders slumped with relief, and he wiped off his mouth, storing what was left of the potion back in jay’s bag.

his inability to face gillion, combined with his need to breathe air made him look up, and swim as fast as he could, breaking the surface of the water and drinking in the ocean air, thankfully. 

and just as a precaution, chip furrowed his eyebrows, and thought to jay, ‘we are not talking about this. if you bring it up, i swear to god, jay, i will-’

he didn’t know what he would do, but he would definitely jump off the ship to avoid looking at gillion.