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Getaway // The Magnus Archives Fic
howdy fellas! been a long while since I've spoken about any of my fic here. I know I don't really have any TMA mutuals but I figured I'd post this anyway, because I think I did a pretty good job!
the ao3 version of this can be found here, or you could just read below if you would like :) I wanna experiment with posting actual chapters on here instead of just linking to ao3, feel like it's more convenient for folks. I hope you enjoy !!
Jon is growing rather used to the full force of someone’s anger being directed at him.
“I’m tired of hearing your excuses, ” Melanie says, spitting out the last word like it was venom. “I told you to stay out of my head. ”
“I know,” he mutters. “I… I’m sorry.”
“If you were really sorry, you would actually do it.”
He feels a twinge of indignation. Can’t she tell that he’s been trying? “It’s not exactly easy, especially not when I’m-”
“Yes, yes, you’re starving. Do you expect me to feel sympathy after what you did?”
“No! I didn’t say anything about sympathy! I’m just-”
“ Save it. ” She storms off, probably to go complain to Basira. He makes a mental note to expect a tense discussion with her later.
But then, is there even any point in preparing? Any move that he makes is viewed with hostility. He can’t even leave his office without being eyed suspiciously. And he gets it, he really does- he’d hurt people, and that needed to be stopped. But would it kill them to be a little more understanding?
You don’t deserve understanding, the voice in his head whispers. You’re a monster.
“Shove it,” he growls under his breath. He’s already heard enough from Melanie, he doesn’t need himself to chime in as well.
Might as well read a statement. It’s not like he’s got anything better to do with his life anymore.
It’s a few hours later when he gathers the courage to leave his office. His plan is to make a quick trip to the breakroom, grab some water, and then head straight back. Even if he technically doesn’t need it anymore, he likes to at least pretend that he has some semblance of humanity left in him.
On the way, though, he hears voices. Without thinking, he stops, tilting his head to listen in.
They’re in one of the office rooms. The door is closed, but he can still make it out well enough… or maybe the Eye is helping with that. For once, he isn’t going to complain about his patron’s assistance.
“It can’t keep going like this.” That’s Basira, loud and clear. “Sooner or later, he’s going to hurt someone again.”
“I know,” Melanie replies. “And you know what I think we should do.”
She wants to kill you, the Eye helpfully chimes in. Jon tenses.
“It’s too early for that,” Basira says, and he relaxes a bit. “I don’t want to put him down unless we absolutely have to.”
“So we’re going to wait until he traumatizes another stranger?”
“I know, it’s not ideal. But he’s too useful to just get rid of because he might do something.”
“You’re just saying that because Daisy likes him.”
Basira’s voice immediately hardens. “This has nothing to do with Daisy. Though, yes, her reaction is another reason we shouldn’t do it unless necessary. She can get… protective.”
Protective? Over him? Jon feels his heart lift, just a little. He knows that Daisy is grateful to him, for getting her out of the Buried, but he hadn’t thought that maybe she’d actually grown fond of him.
….god, he’s that excited over someone maybe liking him. This is getting pathetic.
“Fine.” Melanie huffs. “But if something happens, then I told you so. ”
He can hear her voice getting closer, and he hurries away. It’s not hard to guess that they’ll be angry at him for overhearing the conversation, and he’s more than a little sick of getting snapped at right now.
He means to head for his office- at least, he thinks that he does. But his feet lead him in a completely different direction, and before he knows it, he’s walking through the trapdoor and heading down into the depths of the tunnels.
They’ll be mad, he thinks. They’ll assume I’m trying to sneak off. And then, angrily, why should I care? I can go where I please. And I’m not hurting anyone.
He wanders for what may be minutes or hours. This place makes him feel… strange. Lost. He doesn’t entirely like it, but it beats being up there, surrounded by reminders that everyone has turned their back on him.
Even Martin. He feels a fresh stab of sorrow at that thought. Jon had managed to lose the loyalty of the most kind and caring man he had ever met. He had lost Martin, who had always stood by his side throughout everything. Sweet, loveable, gentle Martin, who he-
That thought is abruptly interrupted by the sound of a door creaking open. He whirls around, poised to run. He’s not sure he can easily get back to the Institute from wherever he is, but at the very least he can find a way out.
Standing in the doorway is a familiar figure. Humanoid, but only if he squints. Otherwise, he can see the strange features all too clearly.
“Ah.” He doesn’t even try to hide the disdain in his voice. “Hello, Helen.”
“Hello, Archivist.” Her voice echoes strangely, in a way that has nothing to do with the vast, open tunnels.
“What do you want?” he snaps.
“Why do you assume I want something from you? Maybe I just want to talk.”
“Sorry, but I’m not buying it. Now, what do you want? ”
“...I have a proposal for you, Archivist.” When he doesn’t respond, she carries on. “...you’re tired of being here?”
“Here? Like, in general, or…?”
“In the Institute. With people that hate you… or ignore you.”
“Well, it’s not like there’s anything I can do about that. If I leave, they’ll assume I’m up to no good.”
“And you think they might kill you.”
He shifts on his feet. “Well, considering the conversation I just overheard, yes. I do think they might decide to try.”
“...how about I take you away from here?”
“To your hallways? I’ll pass. They aren’t exactly a getaway.”
“No. Somewhere else… somewhere they won’t think to look for you. Where you can just be, for a while.”
Jon eyes her distrustfully. “... why? ”
She laughs, that weird distorted laugh. “I like you, Archivist. And I don’t like to see you starving. And alone.”
…he doesn’t want to admit it, but that immediately warms him up to the idea. At least somebody likes him. “But I will be alone, won’t I?”
“I’ll stay with you. It can just be you and I. We can talk! Bond, maybe.”
Jon resists the urge to snort at that. “And you’re certain they won’t come looking for us?”
“They won’t find us. You can stay there for as long as you like.”
“....you’re sure you aren’t proposing the corridors.”
“ Quite. ”
Well… he doesn’t exactly have anything to lose. He heaves a sigh. “...alright. Take me.”
Helen’s grin impossibly widens, and the door behind her opens. “Let’s be on our way, then.” She steps aside and gestures for him to enter.
Jon takes a deep breath, steels himself, and then steps through.
“Have you seen Jon?”
Daisy looks up, giving Basira a curious look. “...not since this morning. Why?”
“He’s been in his office an awful long time.”
She shrugs. “He’s probably just tired. I heard Melanie laying into him earlier.”
“He’s been in there for hours. I don’t like it.”
“Then go talk to him instead of bothering me.” Daisy turns away.
Right. Basira isn’t sure why she hadn’t done that in the first place. Maybe she didn’t want to just barge in there without good reason. Perhaps some part of her is growing a bit soft of him, after he risked himself to save Daisy.
She shakes her head. Whatever he’s done in the past, she needs to remember that he’s no longer human. Keeping other people safe from him is of utmost importance.
When she reaches the Archivist’s door, she gives it a couple of brisk knocks. “Jon.”
…there is no response from inside. She knocks again. “Jon, I know that you’re in there.”
When there’s nothing further, she decides, fuck it, and just barges in.
The room in front of her is completely empty. A quick scan confirms that Jon is nowhere in it.
Immediately, she gets a bad feeling. She conducts a search of the Archives, looking in every nook and cranny there is. Any small spot that he could possibly have shoved himself in, she looks. And he’s absolutely nowhere to be found.
By the time Melanie runs into her, she’s reached her conclusion. “He’s gone,” she growls.
“I told- ”
“You can brag about it after we find him,” she interjects. “Before he can hurt anyone.”
“And if we can’t?”
“He’ll come back eventually. He’s got nowhere else to go.”
Jon did not, in fact, come back eventually. There was no luck with finding him, either, and with each passing moment, Basira’s suspicions grew even further.
So did Melanie’s, evidently. “He’s probably too scared to come back here. He must have Known that we’d kill him for it.”
“We don’t know for certain that he did anything. He’s a magnet for kidnappings, remember? Someone could have taken him.”
“At least that would solve our problem.”
“Unless they want to use him for something.” Basira sighs. “I’m going to have to ask Elias.”
Melanie scowls. “You think he’ll help?”
“If he doesn’t, then I’m all out of ideas.”
“Ah, detective.” Elias has a pleased grin on his face that Basira immediately wants to rip off. “Here to interrogate me once more?”
“Cut the bullshit, Elias. You know why I’m here.”
“Do I?” Elias tilts his head. “That’s a rather big assumption.”
“Just tell me where Jon is.”
“I see.” Elias leans back. “You think he’s been taken, perhaps?”
“I don’t care what’s happened to him. I’m taking him back to the Institute.”
“Well. That shall be a rather daunting task, because he doesn’t want to go back.”
“...so he left of his own accord?”
“Indeed he did.”
“Did he feed off someone?”
Elias shook his head. “The Distortion offered him some peace and quiet. And he agreed.”
“What, so he’s on holiday ?” She scoffs.
“In a way, yes. Can’t say I blame him, really. You all haven’t exactly made him feel welcome.”
“He doesn’t deserve to feel welcome right now. He has to earn that from us.”
Elias lifts his hands in a gesture of surrender. “I’m not saying I disagree. But are you really that surprised that he decided to leave with someone who actually likes him?”
“Daisy-”
“ Daisy tried to kill him not that long ago. Do you think he’s forgotten that?”
…well, shit. She can’t exactly argue with that. “Where is he now?”
“The Distortion took him to a secluded part of the New Forest.”
Basira nods. “So, not far. Good.”
“Is that all you wanted from me, detective?”
“You can stop calling me that.”
“But it has such a ring to it. Don’t you agree?” Elias grins at her.
She doesn’t return it, and instead turns and walks away without another word. There is absolutely no time to waste.
They have an Archivist to find.
#tma#tma fic#tma fanfic#ao3 fanfic#the magnus archives fic#tma spoilers#tma season four#additional tags on ao3
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Oh yeah, I forgot to post this here but: ch3 of Pondering Your Orbs up!
#serkets' writing#homestuck#homesmut#rose lalonde#roxy lalonde#ectobiological incest#additional tags on AO3
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saturday morning cartoons
Rated Explicit | 5.5k/ 13.3k words | Chapter 4/ 4 (complete)
Karl and Sapnap watch anime together all the time. A new show changes everything.
Tags: Smut, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Sapnap in North Carolina
Excerpt: He moved over to give Sapnap the same hug, and a quick, feather- light kiss on his cheek. Chaste, if not for the hand he slid down the front of Sapnap’s shirt, making a show of reaching for the popcorn, popping it into his mouth with his free hand. The other hand lingered on his skin, out of sight, as he answered Foolish’s questions about the trip, his flight, the drive back into town. Sapnap heard none of it, their conversation drowned out by the low droning in his ears that had started as soon as he felt Karl’s touch on his chest.
#the final chapter!! :)#so u can read it now if u dont like starting fics that aren't finished yet lol (me)#karlnap#karlnap fic#sapnap#karl jacobs#mcyt#dtqk#dtk#additional tags on ao3
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Why does this have "- Freeform" at the end? and other questions about AO3 tag suffixes
Have you ever tagged something only for it to get a suffix like Character, Relationship or Freeform stuck on the end when you hit save? Do you think it's ugly and want it to go away, but don't know how? You probably can't, unfortunately, but there are a few situations where you can.
A tag suffix is a hyphen followed by the name of a tag category. Tags are either Fandom, Character, Relationship or Freeform tags. The reason that a suffix gets put on a tag is that the wrangulator (the part of AO3's backend that deals with tags) can't have tags with the same name, even if they're in different categories. As a solution, it puts the category at the end of tags that have first been tagged in some other category. For example: let's say that someone tags Evil Mark Donk in the characters field because that's where they want it to appear on their work (which is a perfectly valid choice to make!). Then someone else comes along and tries to tag Evil Mark Donk in the additional tags/freeforms field. (That field is shown as "additional tags" on the posting form, but the wrangulator and tag wranglers call it the "freeforms" because that's what it was originally called.) When the second person hits save, it will appear as Evil Mark Donk - Freeform on their fic. This will also happen if someone tags Evil Mark Donk in the relationships field, but there it would appear as Evil Mark Donk - Relationship. It's ugly and it's annoying, but the wrangulator is trying its best.
So how do you get rid of it? Sometimes it turns up because you've accidentally put your tags in the wrong field. Maybe you wrote a fic where you tagged Evil Mark Donk in the additional tags field, and no one else had tagged for it before you, which means it doesn't have a suffix and everything's right! But then you write a second fic, forgot to select the "additional tags" field when posting and now suddenly you've got Evil Mark Donk - Character on your fic. If that's the case, all you have to do is move it. But what if the first person to tag it wasn't you, and they put it in the character field, so you're stuck with Evil Mark Donk - Freeform? You can choose a different phrasing for the tag that wasn't initially tagged in a different field, e.g. Evil!Mark Donk or Mark Donk is Evil.
You may also have the problem that on the first use of a particular tag, you accidentally put it in a field you don't want it to be in, and now even when you put it in the right one, it still comes up as Evil Mark Donk - Freeform! The wrangulator has betrayed you, and you will be stuck with the ugly suffix forever! Not so, my friend. The problem is that even though you deleted the character tag Evil Mark Donk, it's still floating around in the wrangulator, which hasn't noticed that you deleted it. What you have to do is wait for 24 hours (give it a few for leeway) and a part of the wrangulator called "the rake" will delete it. After it's been raked, you can go forth and post it in the additional tags field, and no suffix will appear!
Unfortunately, most of the time it's going to be that someone else tagged it in a category you don't want to tag it first, and you can't change it without changing the phrasing of your tag. Sorry!
Sometimes, taggers will add their own suffixes, and tag wranglers are extremely curious about why. If you've done this, or something similar like put (freeform) in brackets after a tag, please let us know why! What does freeform mean to you? You are of course free to put suffixes on manually if you want -- it's a valid way to tag! We are just fascinated by this practice and don't really understand it. Please enlighten us!
For more information about tags, I've written some other explanations about how tags work, such as how to tell what type of tag something is and tag capitalisation.
#ao3#ao3 tags#tag wrangling#how to ao3#ao3 tips#the effort it took to write 'additional tags' instead of 'freeforms' everywhere in this post#this is so confusing and hard to explain so please please ask questions!#tag wrangling is so hard to explain to people who can't see what's going on [sob]
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i swore my next post would be a continuation of the previous about adler/bell and harrow/case parallels. but i have thoughts rattling away.
bell’s faded, half-baked image of adler and his memories, what makes him as a person, and the fact their cover was as his protégé strikes a cord in me. it isn’t just that they’re comprised entirely of adler’s thoughts and ideas, but the fact that they were suppose to be a successor to him. they’re supposed to surpass him in the ways he’s failed-his aloofness and emphasis on authority creating a vacuum for human connection, to genuine human trust, that gut-wrenching level of manipulation and power. his brute force, persona, and implied penchant for violence being a downfall for any advantageous long-term relationships that he could use.
and i just get a sick kick out of thinking of classical “bell didn’t really die at solovetsky” and adler being haunted by this piece of him he’s killed, marred, destroyed by his own hand that has left such a large hole in him he can’t even lie about how he feels, he can’t even say anything at all, all cottonmouth and overwhelmed by that foreign swell in his chest that he doesn’t recognize (regret? guilt? affection, even?) haunted by it, them, for the last decade.
and here comes bell, wandering in, a ghost once fizzled in his vision and dreams now upright and full of life. and what’s a kick to the stomach, a real “fuck you” to the person who made them out of his own marrow and memory, is that they’re better. their facade of concern, apathy, anger, all these fronts to worm their way into damn whoever they please comes so naturally, a simple coin flip and it’s done. their methods are precise, subtly, stealthy in a way he isn’t. it seems their awareness is tenfold, always noticing the way adler seems to fidget with his lighter or how he keeps turning his head ever-so-slightly to their direction. the piece off of his chopping block, his shadow, made better. a greater strategist and soldier than he ever thought they would be, seemingly fine without him, not needing the one person who has been yearning for them for what feels to be an eternity.
(but bell can only hide so well, even if they’re snarling teeth at him, always trying to stay on opposite sides of the room, because there’s always going to be a pull, magnetic-“i know you, better than anyone else could or can, better than anyone you’ll ever let in. and you get me in the same way i just can’t shake.” it hurts, in those private moments, because bell still yearns for the other half they’ve tried so hard to reject, that their body twists and turns for in the night in hopes of someone to comfort them, someone who knows them. left hand and right hand, severed, always trying to find each other even if they don’t know it, aren’t willing to ever say it.)
#. tags#call of duty#call of duty cold war#call of duty black ops 6#cod bo6#russell adler#cod bell#adlerbell#. additional tags#i’ve been thinking so much about them since bo6#also read needy by softbruises on ao3#HIGH RECOMMEND if you like adlerbell it’s so good#one of my favorite interps of any character relationship#this post was much longer than expected#sorry for typos i reread this once
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Poppy for N2 au, it took me so long to make her design cuz I didn't really know what I wanted to do only because I feel like her design is pretty perfect.
But then I just thought about fun outfits to give her or outfits that I would find comfortable if I was wearing them and it all came together.
Poppy here is pretty much the same as here movie counterpart, as nothing really changes on her end of things other than having more insight on Branch through his brothers, and through Lief. Shes also a bit more understanding a bit earlier on because of it but it doesnt do much to change her own character arc I would say.
Bonus
Part of Poppys design was based off a design I had made for previous rulers of Troll Village/Tree
Namely Queen Protea who I designed as Poppys grandmother
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Named after the Protea flower which part of her design is based off :D
In the context of this Au Protea was the one who conceptualized the tunnels while her son, King Peppy, was the one to follow through after her death
#my art#dreamworks trolls#trolls#trolls 3#trolls au#trolls band together#trolls branch#trolls poppy#trolls oc#trolls oc lief#trolls oc protea#its really hard to mess with poppy at least in the context of this au cuz like i said nothing really changes on her end#whats changed in this au was just stuff on Branchs side of things#Poppy can witness these things but she herself isnt really changed by them#she of course would have more insight on Branchs life through his brothers and the addition of Lief as a character#but idk if that would fully change her approach with him other than what ive displayed#where shed try to relate to branch rather than trying to force him to relate to her#which would then most likely make her more understanding going forward than she was in canon#im still figuring her out#also since im in the tags and nobody really reads this#i feel brave enough to say#that secretly#ive been kind of sort of#posting a fanfic of this au under the name not the only one#on ao3#and thats where Protea comes from#its not well written in the slightest#but its just for fun and practice so in my mind it doesnt really have to be entirely#but i am having fun with it#so if you see this and check it out please be so very nice to me please
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Clegan Brokeback Mountain AU
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All We Got on ao3 | 18.9k
Signal, Wyoming. 1963.
Gale Cleven and John Egan up on a mountain. Things get pretty dramatic, eventually.
(It's a goddamn shame there's still a war on)
#MY FIC IS HERE#mota fic#my first addition to the clegan ao3 tag :)#clegan#mota#brokeback mountain#writing#karma writes
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#best addition I've seen to this tag ever#i choked when i read it#good omens#good omens ao3#good omens ao3 tag of the day#good omens ao3 tags#good omens fanfiction#good omens fanfic#good omens fanfic tags#gomens ao3 tags#gomens ao3#gomens fanfic#gomens fic#gomens#go fic tags#go fic#go fanfic#good omens fandom#ineffable husbands#ineffable spouses#ineffable partners#aziracrow#azicrow#crowazi#crowley#aziraphale#crowley x aziraphale#aziraphale x crowley
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I hate it when I headcanon a character who’s canonically a girl as a trans man and make ships of him and a character who’s canonically a guy and I refer to it as a gay/mlm/guyxguy/whatever ship and someone gets mad. Like omg let trans people have FUNNNNN. Why are queer headcanons and genderbends cool until they’re saying that the character is trans???
“OMGGG you’re so misogynistic I can’t believe you would erase FEMALE representation!!!”
and like half of the characters in the franchise are women, and a total of… NONE of the characters are trans men. Also, my headcanon doesn’t change the source material. If my stuff upsets you, you can block me and go engage with the source or maybe every single other fanwork, since mine is the only trans man hc for this character that I’ve ever seen.
or when people are like “WTF??? this is so transphobic!!! how dare you imply that a character who looks like that could be a trans man?!?! do you think that trans men are women or something??? she uses she/her, and you’re misgendering her!”
No, I don’t think that being a trans man makes you a woman or vice versa. That’s why it’s a headcanon, and the headcanon is that this character is actually a trans man and not a woman at all! You’ll never guess what pronouns most trans men had to use at some point in their lives, and you really won’t like it when you find out about pre-(or no-)transition trans men… or trans men who are in the closet… or trans men who don’t know that they’re trans yet.
“But the character is a kid!!! Saying they’re trans is sexualizing them.”
I’ve seen this one from other queer people. Like did you miss when all of the homophobes said this about your identity, or do you think that bigotry is only bad when it’s directed at you?
“Why would you say ‘testosterone could fix her’??? Are you trying to call her a delusional woman?”
Why would your brain even go to that first? This literally has to be a bad faith reading, because there’s no way that someone could see what I said and get this unless they were specifically looking for something to be mad at me for.
(Note for anyone unaware: “Estrogen would’ve fixed him!” was a meme going around at the time I said this. I’m not sure if it’s still super big, but this was a joke to the effect of that.)
“So girls can’t be tomboys anymore? You just wanna trans everyone?”
This is like actual real life transphobic rhetoric. This isn’t even just shitting on my headcanon, but in fact, sending transphobic hate to a trans man. Thanks 👍. Maybe you should go send JK Rowling another message about how much you loved her essay instead of bothering me.
#transgender#trans#trans man#transandrophobia#<- not all of it but the ‘it’s misogynystic to be a trans man!!!’ part is. esp because it’s something that people say about real trans men#is this inspired by a Tik tok about how making male characters women is empowering and making female characters men is misogyny?#(although that post was weirdly about genderbending gay ships? idk why that’s discourse going around 😭😭😭. I miss old fandom sometimes.)#not exactly. although the comments on it sucked. I’ve seen multiple variations of posts like that and all of their comment sections made me#feel like I was wading through raw sewage with how full of shit the commenters were.#I saw one violently threatening anyone who portrays a canon girl as a man (in stupid Tik Tok speak)#oh Feng Min… oh Hilda Pokémon… oh Y PokéSpe… you’re all beautiful young men to me#nonbinary hcs also get you that last one super hard#I haven’t seen as much of this about hcing canon guys as trans girls other than posts where op says ‘name a girl character who (blank)!’-#and then makes an addition that you’re an evil misogynist if you said a MALE!!! (even though Brock Pokémon is a transbian to me </3)#which icks me out so bad. omfg. like she’s a girl to ME!!! so maybe that’s why I’m naming her under a post about GIRLS!!!#I imagine that most of the reason for not hearing much about it is because these types of headcanons just… really aren’t common#so if you have a bunch of experience with headcanoning characters who are canonically men as trans girls and the hate that it gets you then#feel free to add on (and also please talk to me about your headcanons… there are so few of us. we need to stick together!!!)#it’s not derailing despite this post specifically being tagged about trans men#that’s just bc that’s all that I talk about in my original post#this post has been in my drafts in different forms for probably like months#long post#I guess#anyone remember a while back when someone on this app got violently mad that someone put a character (canonically a guy) in the m/m tags on#ao3 bc the guy was hced as trans in the fic#and the post was like ‘grrr the ao3 gender ship things are talking about GENITALS!!! not gender!!! I’m not transphobic though <3.’#so now to imagine what it’s like to hc a character who’s canonically a girl as a trans man just imagine that but it’s worse and also you’re#getting it from other trans people too 👍
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why do people hate eddie so much?
like what he did to lucas was very very shitty. he acts all anti-conformist and then created this whole nerd vs jock mentality, but i kind of assumed it was because he was bullied by jocks so he has biases. i didn't think he was irredeemable because of it.
i need to know, im new in this fandom. what did he do?
same thing with steddie. why do people hate it so much? is it not just any ship that didnt have that much screentime but became weirdly popular? that's pretty commonplace in fandom culture. i dont see nearly as many people hating on buckingham (except for the people who hate noncanon ships but yk what i mean).
#eddie munson#not tagging this steddie bc i feel like people who can explain probably have steddie blocked#i dont like how it overshadows ronance but thats not really the ship or eddies fault mainly the tagging really#you guys 'minor ronance' is a tag that exists on ao3 additional tags pls use it#i have seen the best of queue and the worst of queue and i choose both#virgil shut up challenge
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i don’t think anything could compare to opening up your relationships / favourites tags on ao3 and seeing new / updated fics. genuinely there is no other euphoria, it’s so special to have people share their wonderful words about characters you’ve invested into, whether it’s a very active pairing or perhaps an hidden gem that’s not so frequent.
it just gives me serotonin like no other!
#genuinely ive done jumping jacks seeing something being updated#even if its an authors note i am THERE like yes oh my god!#looking at the fitpac tag on ao3 and seeing some updates and new additions makes my heart SO warm#same goes for the other tags i’m surprised people still write so much daily for bokuaka!#ily writers mwah you have such a beautiful expressionful talent#round of applause to the writers in our community#qsmp fitpac#bokuaka#fitpac
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as Arcane season 2 ended there's an influx of people sharing their work on AO3, coping, as one does, which is beautiful, i love yall, keep up the good work
#my problem is though that#why are the author's note and some tags and even additional information in the summary?#for the love of god tag properly#arcane#arcane season 2#ao3 fanfic#ao3 talk
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saturday morning cartoons
Rated Explicit | 1.9k/ 13.3k words | Chapter 1/4
Karl and Sapnap watch anime together all the time. A new show changes everything.
Tags: Smut, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Sapnap in North Carolina
Excerpt:
Sapnap prided himself on being loyal, a ride or die friend. He loved fiercely, blindly, would do anything and everything for the people he cared about. He'd gladly suppress a small crush on a new friend, tolerate the crush when it bloomed into something wild and all- consuming, block it out completely when the friendship became too important to risk. He'd never do anything to jeopardize something so precious as what he'd found with Karl, or any of his friends.
Which was why he itched to flee, to just get up and leave before he said or did anything he couldn’t take back.
#karlnap#karlnap fic#karl jacobs#sapnap#mcyt#dtqk#additional tags on ao3#this is the shortest chapter (and also my least favorite lol) the rest are much longer#and more eventful ;)#uhhh#what else#karlnap smut#other 3 chapters will be posted very very soon#happy banter s2!
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When I am a piddling little pedant it's because I'm right and everyone else is wrong and needs me to helpfully correct them, but when other people are piddling little pedants they are being tiresome and didactic about things that they don't actually have any more objective an understanding of than anyone else. Hope this helps.
#I saw someone complaining in the tags of a fic about 30K word stories being tagged 'slowburn' and it's like calm down#I've seen 2K word oneshots tagged 'slowburn' and thought it was a perfectly legitimate use of the tag#it's not about the wordcount it's about the internal timeline imo#it's incredibly disspiriting how dismissive some people are of shorter fics#shortform writing is not inferior#also you can filter for specific word count ranges under 'more options' on ao3#so maybe do that instead of being a jerk in the additional tags of your fic#(when other people vague about stuff that annoys them they are being jerks but when I vague I am venting and also correct#in case there's any confusion here)
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The Magic in Parenthood
Prologue - A Rude Awakening
first (you're here!) | next > (coming soon!)
Fandom: Jacksepticeye Egos
Alternate Universe: No Powers + Dad!Jackieboy Man + Human!Septiceye Sam
Ship(s): Jackieboy Man x Marvin the Magnificent, Chase Brody x Stacy Brody (although not the focal point)
Character(s): Jackieboy Man, Septiceye Sam, Marvin the Magnificent, Chase Brody, Stacy Brody
Warning(s): None
Originally Published: Jan. 14, 2025
Author's Notes:
guysguysguysguys i finally got it written holy fuck-
the prologue to my big dad!jackie fic! i did it!
and i won't lie... it's kinda rough- i did my best, but oof- but it should hopefully get better!! i'm gonna start working on the official first chapter like as soon as this is posted so !!!!!!
i'm just happy to not have this on the back burner and actually truly get started cuz i'm honestly lowkey excited to write this :DDD
pronouns check:
Jackie - He/Him
Sam - Any (with a preference for they/them)
Marvin - They/Them
Chase - He/They
Stacy - She/Her
Ao3 Link:
Full Story:
The subtle sound of crying gradually grew louder and louder as it stirred Jackie awake. The morning sun shining right through the bedroom window certainly didn't help any slow wake up that he'd wanted, letting out an annoyed groan as he flopped his arm over his eyes to keep himself from going blind. And then he finally registered the crying. He'd thought that it had been a part of whatever sort of dream he might have been having, but no, his son Sam was quite upset at... Well there were a million reasons why a baby might be crying. He removed his arm from his eyes to take a glance at the alarm clock beside him. Nearly seven in the morning, his alarm hadn't even gone off yet. Well at least it wasn't closer to four in the morning like the past few mornings. But that was the price to pay for being a parent. And seeing his baby son made that price worth paying.
"Babe, can you go check on Sam...?" Jackie mumbled a bit. He didn't like asking his fiance to take care of the baby, especially when she was the one to stay at home with him all day while Jackie was at work. But he was feeling that hour that he needed before heading off to work even as he'd just woken up. Hopefully she wouldn't mind.
But he didn't even get a response. Okay, definitely weird. Neither of them were particularly heavy sleepers, but she was even lighter of a sleeper than he was. There was no way she wasn't being woken up by Sam. But at the very least he got a reason why she wasn't responding when he looked over to her side of the bed and saw that the space was empty. This probably meant that she had already been woken up by the baby's crying for who knows what and was taking care of him. After all, if she wasn’t in bed, then where would she be?
But if he was still crying, it might've meant that she wasn't able to calm him down and might need some help. And despite wanting an extra hour of sleep, he'd be a horrible fiance if he didn't go to try and help her.
"Alright, time to get up Jackie.." He took a second before sitting himself up on the edge of the bed, stretching his arms into the air to at least try and get the tension out of his back. A tried and failed task he attempted every morning. He put his glasses on and finally stood up from the somewhat comfortable mattress, walking out of the bedroom and into the open room that acted as their kitchen, dining area, and living room. But despite being closer to the baby’s room, he still didn’t hear his fiance’s voice. Just the constant crying. He expected to hear some gentle hushing, maybe some singing or speaking that indicated she was trying to calm the baby down. Sam was a bit of a loud crier, but he surely wasn’t loud enough to drown out someone else’s voice. And it’s not like the door was muffling any noise, they always kept it open for quick access to the room in case of an emergency.
Steps now slightly slower in anticipation for what he might find, Jackie made his way to Sam’s little room, now finding… No one. Sam was still in his crib, squirming a little as he kept crying and wailing, but his mother was nowhere. Now all of the slight concern that Jackie had felt turned into panic as his eyes darted around the room for any sign of her.
But the room was quite small. Perfect for a baby room, but still too small for someone to easily hide in it. If he couldn’t immediately see her, she wasn’t in here. And she hadn’t been in the open room, and when he looked over towards the bathroom he could see that the door was open and the light was off.
She wasn’t anywhere in the apartment.
Sam’s crying broke through whatever panicked spiral Jackie was about to go down. “Shit-” He quickly went over to the baby, lowering the front bars of the crib so he could scoop him into his arms. It was about half past six in the morning if his quick glance towards his alarm clock was correct. “A bit past schedule so you’re probably hungry, huh..?” Jackie gently bounced the baby in his arms in any semblance of calming him down as he headed to the kitchen area. Thankfully focusing on something else was helping him think rationally about the current situation.
Yes, his fiance wasn’t currently here. But that didn’t mean that she was entirely gone. Now holding Sam in one arm, he used his free arm to grab what he’d need for a bottle of baby formula. “Maybe she’s at the store..? We’re low on diapers, and it’s good to buy food early in the day when it isn’t busy.” He let out a sigh as he shook up the bottle in his hand, turning around to lean against the counter. “But she should’ve woken me up so I could watch Sam. I’m lucky I even…” He trailed off when his eyes glanced at the fridge. Something new was put up amidst the magnetic letters and silly photographs of the couple.
A note.
It was pinned up on the freezer above the actual fridge, so he didn’t need to crouch or set Sam down while he fed him. And as he read the writing, his face became paler and paler. He clutched Sam tighter in his arms so he made sure not to drop the baby from his shock.
“I know I shouldn’t just be up and leaving like I am without actually telling you. I just know that seeing however you’ll react will make me wish I didn’t have to. But I can’t stand being here anymore. I don’t think I ever really wanted to be a mom. I think I just told myself I did because of how excited you were when I showed you that pregnancy test. It’s sort of why I’m even deciding to leave in the first place. I know you’ll be an amazing dad for Sam, and even without a mom in his life he’ll still be happy and loved.
I know you well enough to know you’ll be blaming yourself, so don’t. You couldn’t have been here more, or supported me more. Any girl in the world would be lucky to have you. I still love you, and I think deep down I really do love Sam. I just can’t raise him and be happy doing it.
Maybe we’ll see each other again some day. Hopefully we’ll both be happier wherever we are. And I hope that Sam will be the happiest son with you.
I love you - Erin”
She had really left, with only a letter left to explain why. Jackie had no idea what to feel at the moment. Heartbreak? Betrayal? Guilt? Anger?
No. If he thought about it for a second, past whatever slurry of emotions he had right now, none of it really was anger. He was upset, sure. His fiance had just up and left him with their nearly ten month old baby. But when he read the words two, three more times, how could he be angry at her? She was miserable raising Sam almost entirely on her own while Jackie was working, and she never even said a word about it. She went through an entire pregnancy just because he’d gotten too excited about being a dad. Even if she said in the letter not to blame himself, he couldn’t help him.
The thought that he had made life worse for Erin made him cry harder than anything else in that letter.
His meltdown was only stopped from starting when he heard a thud on the ground, followed by little baby laughter. He looked down to see the now empty baby bottle on the ground a few inches from his feet, and Sam letting out little giggles, like throwing his bottle was the funniest thing he could have ever done.
“Oh… Jeez…” Jackie sniffled before he started letting out small and strained laughs as well. He put the baby into his high chair nearby so he could pick the bottle up and wash it. “Guess you’re all done with this, huh…? Next time just let me know instead of tossing your bottle on the ground..” Of course Sam didn’t get a single word of that. He just patted the tray in front of him without a care in the world. He didn’t even know that his mom was gone now, and probably wouldn’t be coming back.
“At least you’re too young to really hold any memory of her… So at least you won’t really be affected by this… Wish I could be like that…” Jackie squeezed his eyes shut as much as he could when he felt another wave of tears in his eyes. No, no more crying now. He had his moment to cry, and if need be he’d get another one tonight. Erin was his own world, but the rest of it wouldn’t stop just because of his own misfortune. He had so much that he needed to do now, right this moment and long term. “Alright Jackie, focus on the right now.. I’ve gotta get to work soon, so I need to figure out if I can leave Sam with anyone. Maybe Chase and Stacy could look after him…?”
Getting sucked up into planning and problem solving was always the easiest way for Jackie to calm down and focus. It didn’t take long for him to plan out everything that he would need to do today, and after a quick explanation of the situation and confirmation from his friend, Stacy, that she could watch Sam, he was already planning for the long term of being a single dad. Stacy assured him that her and her husband, Chase, would always be willing to help wherever they could, and he knew his parents would drop everything for Sam if they could. They were ready to convert the basement of their house into a mini living space for the new family.
“We’ve got plenty of help. We should be fine, right, buddy?” Jackie mused as he secured Sam’s little winter hat on his head, now all ready to drop the baby at Stacy’s place. While all he got in return was little babbles he couldn’t help his smile. He was still heartbroken that Erin was gone, but at least the future didn’t seem so bleak. It would be rougher than it should, sure, but they could both get through it. And even if it was a small thought, it helped to think that the woman he loved would hopefully be just as happy with whatever she was doing now.
He could be ready for whatever this change would bring.
#ashton is writing#jacksepticeye egos#jackieboy man#septiceye sam#human septiceye sam#dad jackieboy man#marvelsepticeye fanfic#canon divergent au#jse egos fanfiction#uhhhhh what else do i tag this as here-#i don't fully get how you should tag stuff on tumblr-#look if you need any additional tags they're all on ao3
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Beautiful Things
Word Count: 3,000
Rating: Explicit
Relationship: Gale/Wyll
Tags: POV Wyll, Married Couple, PWP, Fluff and Smut, (check AO3 for full tag list)
Summary:
"So,” Wyll starts as he looks back at Gale again, “how does it feel to be Gale Dekarios-Ravengard?" "Exhausting for one," Gale says, the corners of his mouth lifting into a small grin. "Oh?" Wyll snorts and gives the other man a curious look. "I'm going to feel my legs for days." ~~~
After their grand wedding Wyll and Gale enjoy their first day as newlyweds - by not leaving the bedroom all that much.
So, this fic actually takes place right after the big Dekarios-Ravengard wedding. However, since I still have to finish writing that one (it's already quite a bit longer than this fic) and I can't force my brain to do what I want, you're getting the smut first.
You're welcome.
#bladeweave#wyllgale#gale x wyll#wyll x gale#bg3#bg3 fanfiction#wyll ravengard#gale dekarios#no archive warnings apply#please check additional tags on ao3#nsft#my stuff#my writing
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