first impression: i dont super remember? i really liked her statement it was one that stuck out to me but i dont rmr my opinion on her as a character but im pretty sure it was along the lines of shes so rude i love her
impression now: man i love her shes so fun!! i think she has a really interesting arc overall n shes got a top tier sense of humour. also i Love that she actually goes to therapy and is (was?) actively trying to improve her mental state outside of supernatural bullshit oohh its so nice to see
favourite moment: oh boy uhhh i genuinely dont know!! maybe her bonking jon on the head w her cane? get his ass
idea for a story: idk how much of a story it could make but i do like imagining her as a full blown slaughter avatar and how that would intersect w her relationship with others, but i do think it would kind of undermine an important part of her story which is like. her own autonomy and the choices she makes. idk! shes not a character i really get story ideas for unfortunately
unpopular opinion: ehh idk if its unpopular but i dont like how she pedestalizes georgie (“shes far, far too good for me”) i think especially in conjunction w her talking abt the cult putting both of them on a pedestal it feels pretty ironic (so maybe its intentional? who knows) anyway melanie beloved know your worth
favourite relationship: ooh man i rly like her and georgie and her and jon have a rly interestin rapport but its gotta be her and martin.. i know they dont talk that much but their convo in 190 is like. so beloved dude mlm/wlw solidarity fr
favourite headcanon: i dont have any off the top of my head uh oh uhhh she loves 80s music and weird kinda gross food combinations that georgie likes to make fun of
just wanted to draw a good ol s1 martin. it uhh got away from me
[image description: a digitally painted headshot of martin blackwood. martin is a fat white man with curly brown hair, a patchy beard and circular glasses. he is wearing a blue turtleneck and smiling gently at the viewer. martin’s head is clearly defined, as is the neck of the jumper, but the shoulders dissolve into rough brushstrokes that blend into the background. the background is bright red and white with lightning-like shapes in white and yellow, some of which come from highlights in the hair. end id]
eight things jonathan sims knows about martin blackwood - almost 7k of gratuitous headcanon ft. gardener martin, grumpily blushy s1 jon, PG Tips superiority, retro aesthetic, knitting discussions and more <3
new fic besties! martin chats to the manifestation of lonely fear thats come to hang out in his bathroom, does some reminiscing, some self-therapising, some bantering and just a little bit of homosexuality
rqg gang as avatars !! simple ids in alt text, more detailed ids under the cut (cuz this might get lengthy otherwise lol)
[image description: six digital drawings of rqg characters as tma entities, done in mostly black and white with some colour accents.
the first is of sasha rackett, as an avatar of the dark. she is outlined in white on a dark background. she is a thin woman with a mullet, wearing a studded leather jacket with a sun motif on the back. her body is turned away from the camera, with her face looking back to be in profile, with an angry expression. she is holding up two daggers. explosion shapes are behind her head and each dagger, and the background has a sharp transition into white halfway down the page with similar shapes to the explosions. “the dark” is written in scratchy capitals in the bottom right.
the second is of zolf smith, as an avatar of the end. he is a white silhouette on a dark background. he is a fat dwarf with short hair and a braided beard, wearing a collared jacket over a breastplate. he is holding up a hand, from which a black inky substance drips through the fingers and merges with the background. he is looking at it with a calmly resigned expression. a red skull is floating over his face, and red lines are in the ink as well. “the end” is written in the top left, also in red, and transitions into a vertical red line pattern.
the third is of cel sidebottom, as an avatar of the eye. they are a white silhouette on a dark background. they are a thin half-elf with tall white hair, wearing goggles and a high collared coat. most of their body lacks any detail. they are looking at the camera with a big smile, mostly in profile. green eyes are diagonally across their face. more eyes, in white, cross the canvas behind their head. “the eye” is written amongst these.
the fourth is of hamid al-tahan, as an avatar of the desolation. he is a mixture of white outline and white silhouette on a dark background. he is a small halfling wearing a suit and cape. he is standing in the middle of the canvas, posed as if casting a spell, an explosion shape around his feet that extends into sharp shapes that leave the edges of the canvas. orange flame shapes surround him, with more in the background. “the desolation” is written in orange on the explosion shape.
the fifth is of grizzop drik acht amsterdam, as an avatar of the hunt. he is a white silhouette on a dark background. he is a thin goblin wearing armour. he is sprinting across the canvas, face in profile, wearing a furious expression with his ears down flat. his eyes are bright red, and there is a red circle framing his head. “the hunt” is written in red in the top left.
the last is of azu, as an avatar of the vast. she is a white silhouette on a dark background. she is a fat orc, wearing armour. she is small on the canvas, seemingly floating in a relaxed position, looking up and to the side with a calm expression. white silhouetted clouds surround her, all pointing to her as the focal point. “the vast” is written amongst the clouds. end id]
no thoughts besides inventing new apocalypse domains in my head
domain of the buried that’s a huge city full of people, so full that you’re shoulder-to-shoulder everywhere you go, and all the buildings are full of crowded offices and shoebox apartments and everything’s just too small for the crowds, smoky and polluted by the jam-packed roads and the walkways far too narrow to ever walk comfortably
domain of the stranger where you wander a building full of funhouse mirrors, but instead of distorting you wildly they change just the slightest thing about your appearance, only just enough that you start questioning which one you used to look like? didn’t you always look that way? which of these mirrors is the real you?
domain of the hunt where you’re at a dinner party with friends, indulging in a very 1920s aesthetic, when guests begin to die under mysterious circumstances. a murder mystery is afoot, and you are absolutely convinced that you are the next target, no matter how many people die, you’re next. you can’t trust anybody.
domain of the eye where you star in a reality show, full of petty drama and backstabbing, but in arguments your co-stars begin dropping more and more personal information about you, things you absolutely did not tell the producers. in fact, are there even producers? you’re not sure you remember. where are the cameras in this place? you don’t know. you just know you have no privacy anymore, and everything you do will be televised
