#acemartinblackwood

[focsle]

hey! I just wanted to say I'm planning a trip to New England and added New Bedford's Whaling Museum to my list of things to do thanks to you! (And anything else you recommend doing up there? Lizzie Borden's house is already also on my list... morbid curiosity.)

It depends on how wide your range is! In New Bedford tho, the Seamen’s Bethel right across from the Museum has some poignant cenotaphs. There’s also a good historic house museum there, the Rotch Jones Duff House, if that’s your thing. And there’s huge warehouse-like antique place called New Bedford Antiques at the Cove if you wanna find some weird little tchotchke. Kickin the shit out of myself for passing on a seachest I found there cos it had a busted becket. Little did I know!

Depending on how long you’re there, there’s a ferry to go out to Martha’s Vineyard or Nantucket if you want some nice island time. Takes about 1 hour to get to the former, 90 mins for the latter.

Mystic Seaport in CT is about a 90 min drive out of New Bedford that’s very good too. Where the beloved Charles W. Morgan lies.

OH….you should do a whale watch somewhere, if you’re going in the summer. Tis the season for it.

[nonbinary-octopus]

oooooh

Finally getting around to posting this, but last week I got my bound copy of the fic [variable_affection] by @alex-van-gore​ and @lillow​

Thanks SO MUCH to my wonderful and very skilled friend @acemartinblackwood​. I am always blown away by the thought and detail they put into their books, but this one surpassed even those expectations. A beautiful hard copy of an incredible fic.

[shadow0haven]

It's blob sketch dump time 👀 The first two painted sketches were gifts for @acemartinblackwood and @genderfluid-druid for their birthdays! The others are just old silly doodles of John~

ID under cut

[ID: First image is of Blob John (a small black and gold blob creature with two small and two large horns and a puffed tail and little claws) looking extremely content with his mouth full, holding a chocolate chip cookie in front of him. It looks comically large because he's about the same size in comparison. Next to him on the left is a steaming thimble with an arrow pointing at it that says "tea".

Second image is of Blob John with a large, orange pumpkin on fall-green grass on an off white background. He looks skeptical with one claw placed on the side of the pumpkin, looking to the left. Two speech bubbles read from right to left:

John: "Not quite sure I understand the appeal, Arthur."

Arthur, off screen: "Just wait until we get home and carve it."

Third image is a sketch page of blob John. Left to right, John is a little blob creature with four horns two large and two small, on his head. He is all shadow with just eyes and crackles of gold on him. The left most image is of him with his mouth wide open angry, and ready to bite. The middle sketch is tiny, blob John loafing much like a cat with shadows spilling out around him and discontented. The right most sketch is John gripping a finger and biting down on it. His form is disrupted and jagged from being angry and he grips the fingers with his little claws. In text it reads "CHOMP" next to his head.

The third image is a close up from the sketch page of blob John. He is a little shadow creature huddled on the floor, discontented and staring to the side. He is dark black with little claws, a tail, four horns, and crackles of gold throughout him. /End ID]

[seachanqe]

Trying out a new URL!

acemartinblackwood -> seachanqe

[bluejayblueskies]

Binderary 2023

This February, I participated in the @renegadepublishing Discord's binderary bookbinding event. For this event, I decided to bind a book for every day in February, but in order to be realistic about my time constraints, I chose to do each book as a single-section pamphlet bind! I chose 14 different fics by authors (and friends) in the Malevolent fandom and did the typesetting for them during January, then bound 2-3 copies of each fic over the course of February. Here is the final spread!

Each cover design utilizes either public domain images from sites such as rawpixel and the Noun Project or art created for the fic! It was a pleasure to work with the authors of these fics this month, along with the associated artists, and I had a wonderful time with this project. Below is a list of the various fics and their associated authors and, if applicable, artists.

Phagia | PrettyArbitrary, author; Vandy, artist (cover, chapter header)

In Vino Veritas | @organchordsandlightning, author; @ratscantwrite-alt, artist (cover)

(you're) the only song i want to hear |@acemartinblackwood, author

Sanctity of Your Form | @sqwormywormy, author; Wyrm, artist (chapter header)

Gingerly Held |@shadow0haven, author

Guess This Makes Me The Godfather |@croik, author

An Invitation | Anonymous, author; ihaveyoureyes, artist (centerfold)

The Neighbors | Llwyden, author

A Home to Go Home to | quakergoth, author

The Sharp Static of a Restless Mind | @anonymoussong, author; @hyenasatanist, artist (centerfold)

City Hall Fundraiser | @organchordsandlightning, author

Dessert | @suttttton, author

Repetition//Retention | @kahtiihma, author; @shadow0haven, artist (cover); Kraik, artist (chapter header)

Recrown the Creation/You're Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole | LoyalMonsterFan, author

Pictures of the title page and chapter header for each fic can be found below the cut! Some images and text may be NSFW.

[burgleyourturtwigs]

@acemartinblackwood us tomorrow :3

[hotdrinks]

5, 12, and 15 for the ask game!!

5. Anything you haven't drawn yet but want to?

For tma specifically I'd really like to draw the scene from MAG 13 where Naomi Herne opens the church doors and there's just an empty field on the other side. That and when the phone box appears out of nowhere in front of Martin in season 5. I think those are both really cool visuals. Also I'd love to draw my own comic of 159 but I haven't developed the patience to draw comics.

12. Show your favorite drawing from this year

I think it's this drunk martin he was really fun to draw and I tried out a different style on him and I just really like how he turned out

15. Biggest artist pet peeve

This hasn't been a problem in the recent years (:/) but when I used to go to public places to draw there would always people who would assume I was drawing them and get all huffy about it. I completely understand, and I would also get huffy if I assumed a stranger was drawing me but it's still annoying! I'm never drawing you!! You're just some guy!!

Artist Asks

[callmearcturus]

*peaks in* Moth fae Jon you say???

/blinks innocently

okay maybe i am thinking about an AU in which martin is living in a new village far from where he grew up. once upon a time, martin lived in the warm shadow of a summer court, and he was a favored visitor (so long as he was careful and knew what offers to accept and which to decline) and learned how to spin and dye wool

then moves up north to a colder clime that is in the dark shade of the Court of the All Seeing, which is less warm and is much more stringent. he learns quickly to keep his own company, to not open the door to strangers, and to accept payment for everything he makes to keep the scales even.

however, he keeps seeing a strange man in a long cloak trudging through the rain past his cottage, someone who must be a neighbor, but martin’s not met anyone else out this far from the village? it’s strange.

(in which jon is a moth fae and expat of elias’ court who used to collect facts and knowledge for elias, but cut ties and now voraciously consumes* fiction books to sate his hunger for more more more information, who fidgets a lot and can’t see in bright lights, and does this thing where if you hand him anything he will turn it over and over and over in his hands like he can learn it purely from touch)

*not literally. except sometimes literally he eats a little bit of the books. just a bit!

[celsidebottom]

I wrote a very short thing based on @acemartinblackwood‘s posts talking about Martin Sims and hyphenated Jon and Martin Blackwood-Sims because I’m losing my mind over each and every possibility

Their wedding had been a small, private affair, no one but the two of them and those that were required to make their bond legal.  Even though there were no festivities, it seemed only fitting that they ought to have a first dance together once they were back in the safehouse, the only place that felt like home.  

They held each other tightly as music played from the old radio, barely focusing on the melody or the beat, but on the way their bodies swayed together, the warmth of their embrace, the sound of their hearts beating as one.  

After a while, Martin stiffened slightly, and Jon looked up at him.  

“What’s the matter?”

“What are we going to do about our last names?”  He asked quietly, immediately falling back into the gentle motion of their dance.  

“Oh.  I… hadn’t really thought about it.”

“I mean, we can keep our names.  It’s not like much about us is particularly traditional,” Martin teased, and Jon chuckled against his chest.  “But I’d… I certainly wouldn’t mind taking your name.”  

“Maybe we should hyphenate?”  Jon suggested.  “That way we can both have each other’s names.  Thinking of myself as Jon Blackwood…”  He didn’t finish his thought, but Martin could feel him smiling as he held on a little tighter.  

“Yeah, that could work.  Best of both worlds, sort of thing.”

“We don’t have to decide right now, of course.  But what do you think, Mr. Martin Sims?”

Martin froze and his heart began to pound.  It caught him entirely off guard, but filled him with bliss.  It was all real.  Even after everything, to be with Jon, to be part of him...

“Are you alright?”  Jon asked, concerned but still chuckling at Martin’s response.  “Did I break you?”

“No, I… I like that,” Martin murmured as he smiled and beamed.  “I like that a lot.  I…”

Martin leaned down to kiss Jon when words failed him, hoping that the meaning would still linger on his lips.  Given the way Jon looked at him, it certainly did.  

“And what about you, Mr. Blackwood-Sims?  How does it sound to you?”  He asked with a teasing smirk as Jon had the same reaction as Martin did, freezing in place with surprise and glee.  

“I think it’s perfect,” he whispered, tugging Martin in for another kiss. “It sounds like us.  Not you, not me, but the two of us together.”

“I love you, Mr. Blackwood-Sims.”

“And I love you too, Mr. Blackwood-Sims.”

[dathen]

@acemartinblackwood

[bluejayblueskies]

WIP Word Search

tagged by @organchordsandlightning - thank you jack!!! 💕

my words: Love, Hate, Hope, and Green

and i'll go ahead and tag @thewrongshop, @captaincravatthecapricious, and @acemartinblackwood!

chosen words for yall: smile, glare, sun, moon, sky

sticking to 1-2 lines for these since some are from my malevolent big bang fic and i don't want to give away any spoilers :3c

love (from a parker/arthur christmas pwp oneshot i swore i'd finish in december)

Arthur flushes red, and Parker basks in it. He loves flustering Arthur; it may be one of his favorite games, actually.

hate (from my big bang fic)

Why is he asking for the very thing he hates, that he knows will set this cycle repeating anew?

hope (also from my big bang fic)

He adds, because he is an idiot who still has room to hope, apparently, “Don’t hurt him. Please.”

green (from a 'martin can write anything into existence via poetry' long oneshot i really will finish someday, no i promise, for real this time)

The person looks vaguely green. “Uh, w-water sounds good. I don’t think … no food for now. Um. Thanks.”

[burgleyourturtwigs]

I love her.

@acemartinblackwood

[kalgalen]

acemartinblackwood replied to your post “my one and only life goal is to make something, be it a piece of art...”

I mean, the pieta I commissioned from you is hanging in my room so I get to look at it every day. XD Does this count

GVEHGED holy shit dude i’m grinning so hard rn;;;;;;

[burgleyourturtwigs]

@acemartinblackwood

I wish you well, Mr. Thornton. NORTH & SOUTH 2004, Episode 4

[bisexualkramer]

            The eye closes.

Jon wakes up in the midst of a destroyed city, Martin’s firm hand on his shoulder, and groans. Martin helps him sit up, his hands firm and strong around Jon’s arms, and Jon rests his head against Martin’s chest. He wonders, absently, what time it is.

             Then he smiles, because he has no idea.

             They limp away from the smoking ruins of the Magnus Institute. Whatever time it is, it’s late; without the large, horrifying eye to guide their way, the sky offers almost no light by which to navigate the desecrated streets. Martin stumbles over a ruined patch of pavement, once, and Jon barely manages to catch him before he falls on his face. The exhaustion hits Jon like a brick wall, a thousand times worse than the sleepless nights he had before it all ended, and he barely manages to stay on his feet. He realizes belatedly that they don’t have a place to stay.

             Just as he opens his mouth to ask Martin where, exactly, they are going, he recognizes a small coffee shop, its storefront the only one intact on the entire block.

             “Oh,” he says.

             Martin glances at him. “What?” he asks.

             “We’re going to Georgie’s.”

             Martin gives him a tired smile. “I wouldn’t know,” he says. “I was following you. I figured you knew the way.”

             Jon smiles back and wraps an arm around Martin’s waist.

             It isn’t long before they’ve reached the old white door to Georgie’s apartment. Jon hesitates for a moment, his hand hanging in the air, before he can make himself knock on the door. It occurs to him, suddenly and horribly, that Georgie might not have made it through, that Melanie could have died, that either of them could be lost or hurt or killed or –

             The door opens.

             Jon’s left with his hand hanging, his other hand wrapped in Martin’s, and Georgie is looking down at him with the same beautiful eyes he’s always loved, and oh, he’s missed her.

             “Jon?” she breathes, sounding like he’s just punched her in the stomach.

             “Georgie,” he whispers, and then she’s wrapped her arms around him, clinging to his sweaty jumper with a ferocity he hasn’t felt in years. He buries his face in her neck, full of the familiar scent of her shampoo, and feels safe.

             From behind her, he hears Melanie call out. Martin shouts back, announcing their presence, and a second later Jon pulls away from Georgie to see Melanie standing in the doorway, wearing the same oversized flannel she was wearing all those months ago when he begged her to help him find Martin.

             “Guess you sorted it out then,” she says, and suddenly Jon is pulling her into an uncertain hug. She’s strong, he thinks, but then again she always has been, hasn’t she? When he pulls himself away, there are tears running down her face, and Jon realizes with a shock that he’s crying, too.

             Then Georgie and Melanie are pulling him and Martin inside, forcing them to the couch, and plying them with food. Melanie interrogates Martin about everything that happened in the Lonely, in Scotland, and after the apocalypse. Georgie sits next to Jon on the couch and rests her head on his shoulder. The Admiral settles himself on Jon’s lap, purring all the while. Jon, for his part, begins to nod off about halfway through the conversation, too consumed by exhaustion to understand what Martin’s saying after a few minutes. He rests his head on top of Georgie’s and wraps his hand in Martin’s jumper, taking comfort in their familiarity.

             After a while – he isn’t sure exactly how long, considering his exhaustion – Georgie pulls him up and practically shoves him towards the bathroom. He showers as quickly as he can, savoring the hot water and the feeling of being clean, and then waits in the kitchen while Martin showers. Melanie shoves a box of biscuits at him while he waits, putting a hand on her hips when he refuses and saying “You’re a twig, Jon. Eat.”

             Jon gives her a wry smile and takes a small bite. “Missed you,” he mutters.

             Melanie feels her way around the table to him and wraps one arm around his shoulders. “Missed you too, you utter bastard,” she says. “Glad you’re okay. And I’m glad you found Martin.”

             He nods. “I’m glad you two made it out, as well,” he says. “And that you’re still together.”

             Melanie grins. “I’m glad we’re together, too,” she says. The Admiral whines, and she picks him up and places him on her lap without missing a beat. “It saved us a few times, I think. Made everything a bit less awful.”

             Jon glances towards the bathroom as the water shuts off. “Yeah,” he says. “I think I know what you mean.”

             “We’re getting married, you know,” Melanie says, running a hand through the Admiral’s fur. “Now that the world is back, we’ll have to set a date, but we’ve been planning on it for a while.”

             Jon’s heart skips a beat. “O- oh,” he says, glancing up as Georgie enters the kitchen. She drops a quick kiss on the top of Melanie’s head and snags a biscuit from the box Jon has abandoned on the table. “Congratulations.”

             Georgie winks at him. “Won’t be long for you either, will it?”

             Jon blushes furiously as Martin steps out of the bathroom, his damp curls hanging over his forehead. “I… ” he says, twisting his hands in his jeans. “I- uh, I mean –  ”

             Georgie rolls her eyes. “I was teasing, Jon,” she says, offering a biscuit to Martin. He accepts it with a smile and runs a hand over Jon’s shoulder.

             “Time for bed, I think,” he says. He helps Jon to his feet. Georgie gestures to the guest room.

             “Good night, you two,” Melanie says with a wink.

             Georgie smirks, then lets her smile soften. “I really am glad you two are okay,” she says. “I missed you, Jon.”

             “I missed you too, Georgie,” he says. Martin’s hand his firm on his back, the one constant comfort he has had in all these months alone. He leans into the touch as he opens the door to the guest room.

             “Good night,” he says, and pulls Martin towards the bed.

[kristsune]

I was tagged by @acemartinblackwood

write out your url with song titles, and tag how many people there are letters in your url. i dont particularly feel like tagging anyone, but if you see this and want to do it please do, and feel free to tag me so i can see!! <3

K- Killer Queen - Queen

R - Really Wanted You - Emitt Rhodes

I - I Will Wait for You - Connie Francis

S - Song for the Dead - QOTSA

T - Turn to Stone - ELO

S -  Something Anything - Travis

U - Uptight - Green Day

N - Not Afraid to Die - Hot Sugar

E - Everybody Needs Someone to Love - Blues Brothers