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brassandblue · 2 months
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About to head to bed for the night but— Plotting call to mutuals!
(If we aren’t mutuals yet but you’d like to be, please take a gander at my rules page and muselist before messaging me.)
Hmu for friendly chats and plotting—as always, I prefer Discord.
If you’re not sure what to go with, just throw some memes at my askbox and we’ll see what sticks. 👀✨
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brassandblue · 2 months
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[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories
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brassandblue · 2 months
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i love the phrase "cruel and unusual." not only is what you're doing mean but it's also quite frankly fucking bizarre
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brassandblue · 2 months
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Some human alastor redraws
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brassandblue · 2 months
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This came to me in a dream
(based on this image)
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How to be an archivist: - be ace - be aware
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brassandblue · 2 months
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statement begins
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brassandblue · 2 months
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what if we were both boys and when we went to kiss our glasses bonked together and made us giggle
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brassandblue · 2 months
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I wanted to draw this lad normally but the urge to green squiggle was too great :>
[ID: Magnus Archives fanart of Jon Sims sitting at his desk, clicking a tape recorder and beginning to read a statement. Much of the background is filled by the snaking green coils of Jon's speech bubble, which contains the opening lines of MAG75- A Long Way Down.
The next two paragraphs are the statement text; otherwise, the ID ends here.
Jon reads: "Statement of Stephen Walker, regarding his brother's disappearance from the top of Tour Montparnasse in October 2006.
Original statement given November 7th 2006.
Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.
Statement begins.
"I hope my brother is dead. He must be dead. I would love to believe that this is all some elaborate prank, some bizarre attempt to fake his own disappearance, but deep down I know that's not my..." End ID]
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brassandblue · 2 months
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Find me on Discord at #thundersong
Still feverish, but if you can get past that, I promise not only will I not bite, but stupid dad jokes WILL occur.
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brassandblue · 2 months
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Placeholder character page for Jonathan Sims
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brassandblue · 2 months
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Headcanons about Arthur and Jack in my fevered haze:
- Arthur likes to travel when he’s not working, usually domestically. Likes getting to know the average common folk. Something about just… being around the daily lives of regular people makes him happy. He likes to volunteer in the greater London area, answers requests online to help people move to a new flat or donates money to rebuild old buildings like churches.
- Jack sponsors drag shows and local theater in the London and surrounding areas. Usually he just acts as a shadowy patron and source of funding, as well as the man with connections who can help join people to networks of their own. He does this for local arts programs too, especially in poorer areas. A city, a country, a kingdom, should allow and inspire its people to self-express themselves, to dream. At least, that’s what he hopes to support.
- Jack would say he was never a good man by nature, and that any decency in him was just Arthur’s soft heart having rubbed off on him over the centuries.
- Arthur was a neurotic, depressed, drug addicted mess after WW2. After the King’s death. He tried to climb out of it, to his credit, but recovery and improvement aren’t linear processes and relapse was a common theme of Arthur’s life for a long time.
- Jack likes pigeons, thinks they’re funny little fellows. He tries to make time to sit in a bench in Hyde Park to feed them seeds once a week.
- Jack wears gloves, almost always. He’s done so for centuries. Being a city and suffering OCD is not an easy task. He does his best to manage, though.
- Jack is unfailingly loyal to Arthur, sometimes to his own detriment. Arthur’s restless, wild nature is sometimes at odds with London’s need for control, order, categorization. It’s not that Jack himself is controlling of Arthur—he gave up on that effort before 900 AD— it’s more that Arthur’s shenanigans have gotten Jack into trouble with the powers that be.
- Jack loves Arthur, though. Arthur inspires him to be better, to love and be more spontaneous and to find delight in living things. Jack is a dour and dolorous man, a man of shadows and stone and death. Arthur reminds him of the before and after of such things, of the joy of good company, laughter, and love. Perhaps it isn’t simply Arthur himself, but also Jack’s capacity for stubborn hope and endurance, that have helped him through the years.
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brassandblue · 2 months
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I’ve seen a few Hetalia and personification blogs follow me lately. Hello hello! ❤️
I just want to get out there that a few years ago I apparently upset someone because I do not tolerate doing things like using characters like mouthpieces, am not comfortable with people forcing headcanons they have about my characters (especially ones about abuse, r*pe, etc) on me, I do not like (non-native) people creating an OC that represents all Native American/First Nations tribes and nations, and I am also not here to be an OOC punching bag purely because I rp an England rep who isn’t a vile monster, especially when I know for a fact the same treatment isn’t levied against people who write other European powers—meaning that any “um colonialism” is literally performative insincere bullshit.
Apparently this has earned me hatred enough to get preemptively banned from some circles and to be perfectly honest, that’s fine by me. I’d rather spend my time having actual productive anti-colonial discussions, as well as enjoying my fictional blorbos.
I try to avoid airing out dirty laundry here. It is exceptionally rare, and feel free to go through my blog archive if you don’t believe me—I seldom delete anything. But it does seem important to be honest and upfront about these things, especially since a chunk of the community would still rather talk behind my back and play at a false sense of superiority than actually do anything productive.
This is all I will publicly say on the matter. I’ve no desire to spread negativity further or to ruin anyone’s reputation or whatever. But for those of you who are in the Hetalia-adjacent rpc, interacting with me might bring other people’s annoyance to your doorstep and you’re due a fair warning.
As always, DM me or message on Discord if you need anything or just wanna chat.
I’ve got a fever and took the day off work so I might be a little loopy but I’ll be here. X
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brassandblue · 2 months
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As Thomas listened and wandered at Nelson's side, he cast his gaze across the landscape of the town and sea all spread before them, and his heart was filled to overflowing with fondness. He'd spent so much of his life-- his mortal life--so far away from any permanent home, because the sea had been true home to him. He wasn't sure when that had changed, as even in the decades following their escape from the Arctic, Thomas still felt the sea-longing 'til he ached. It must have been gradual, as he built a new life with Francis in the many years following that utter tragedy.
"I suppose there's peace in relative anonymity," Thomas mused at Nelson's words. He wasn't naive enough to think that the mantle of the Navy and the status of grand national hero weren't heavy burdens to bear, much as Nelson appeared to enjoy the publicity of it-- Thomas knew the man cared far too much for those things not to weigh on his shoulders and heart, but that's what he liked about him.
"Still, I don't think anyone would begrudge you a proper holiday now and then. And I don't mean simple shore leave," he added, a knowing glint in his eye as it wandered back to the other man.
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Thomas grinned and preened a little with pride, then went to shut the front door behind them. The air was brisk with a breeze from the northwest, but the sun was out and the town of Whitby was charming and lovely with its scenery and sloping, winding streets and ocean views.
‘You should have climbed,’ he said. Ha! Thomas gave a dry laugh at that, never losing his smile.
“Never had the patience for it. Didn’t have the means to begin with, nor the desire. I’ve seen what that climb can do to good men—go high enough, and you can lose your view of what’s important: The sailors themselves. You and Arthur, even Francis—you’re a rarer breed that remember the men and have a healthy respect for the sea. As for myself, Sir, I’m afraid the officer’s life just weren’t for me.”
Thomas did not sound like he had a single regret about that.
Of course he understood where Thomas was coming from, Nelson found himself more and more disappointed with those who rose in his ranks, not all but enough of them that meant he often left the Admiralty buildings with a blinding headache and a mood so foul even the sea water could boil around him he was sure. But therein lay the problem, his good officers wanted nothing to do with the draw of high rank. 
“A fair point,” Nelson made sure to answer, not wanting to leave Thomas in a silence and potential worry he might have offended him, he knew his views on his own admiralty well enough by now. “I can still lament my losses in you all walking away, though I will say it is a comfort that you have found such a happiness since doing so,” It had not been easy, he had been witness enough to the unpredictable struggles and the haunted nights. 
“Even if it is occasionally interrupted,” he teased gently for his effect on Francis. “You have done well, Thomas and I have no shame in admitting that I find myself both pleased and jealous.”
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brassandblue · 2 months
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its time to go to bed
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it's worse than anything in the world.
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