#be they from redeath or something else

[therealandian]

can't remember if I've posted about my space gays much but I've added my new favorite character I think everyone will love simply for being the epitome of angy

there's also a familiar face in here!

“—don't need you to carry me arou—oh, look! Great! There's two more!” There were three figures standing in a circle, and their heads swiveled to watch Alessio and Jirard step into the room. The door hissed shut behind them with a deafening click! A smaller creature struggled in the arms of one of the individuals standing there, finally biting down on their arm in a rage. The person let out a yelp of pain and clutched the wound, dropping the creature that resembled a fluffy cat, but had four ears and a forked tail. Its eyes were silver and far too clever. Its fur was probably white, but it was presently covered in mud. “How come you two fuckers look the same?” Alessio cocked his head to one side, glancing at Jirard. “Am I crazy, or did that cat just talk?” “I'm pretty sure that was the cat, yeah,” Jirard affirmed. He crouched down closer to the creature's level. “Sorry, what?” “You two are the same goddamn species!” it snarled. “And I don't know what the fuck a ‘cat’ is, but call me that again and I'll rip out your throats!” The one who had been holding the thing and was now nursing a bite wound cleared their throat. “Sorry about Malo.” They scooped it back up and held it in two uninjured arms, gesturing with a fourth. “They have a nasty attitude and a nastier bite, and they're pretty much always pissed about something.” “Lady, if you don't put me the fuck down—!” She bopped Malo on the head, silencing them, then let them drop from her arms. Malo's tails twitched, but they just grumbled and stalked away in the same manner as a moody cat. “I'm Evan,” the woman said, clapping two of her four hands together and curtsying. Mud-soaked hair that may have once been a soft blue color dripped in front of her eyes, and she flipped it back with a sigh. “Malo and I have been stuck together for about five years now. Sometimes they even listen to me!” “Um…hi…,” Jirard said, getting back to his feet and not getting over the fact that there was an alien cat with a bad attitude and a purple woman with four arms talking to him. “I'm…Jirard?”

[dexterkronos]

Get jumpscared y'all, we're back to Jon! More specifically, the Jon of @candlecoo-sideb-art's Somewhere Else (In Space) AU! I do not know why, but the idea of the Fears in the Mechanism universe is something that slightly unnerves me, but luckily, we have two resident traumatized folks to help out. I kinda went and experimented with his pupils specifically, given that candlecoo's pupil style is to make them white instead of black, which actually helps with bringing attention to the eyes oddly enough. I instead added the white pupil to his Eye power usage (and have it somewhat eclipse his iris like a cat's pupil), as it gives a sort of 'inhuman' feel against the art style I got going. That and I'm a coward who refuses to break tradition sometimes. Overall, I love the AU that they are forming and the shenanigans that could ensue excite me to no end. Maybe I just have a thing for Magnus blorbos meeting Mechanism dummies in their own space, who knows. Anyway, there will be another art from this verse a bit later on in the day, and then I'm jumping back into Redeath/Search Through the Stars to tackle a few of the ocs 👀 (if you've read it, you might know who is on the agenda).

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[mamahersh]

Hello there! I saw your post and couldn't resist, so I shall do my best to find as many quality Monster Jon (but not heavy angst) fics as possible.

So, to start, the first one that comes to mind is

Get a Load of this Monster by VoidSpeak and windriderr:

As everything ends, as the tower crumbles around them, Jon and Martin hold each other in a firm embrace. What they see of the world shatters, and Jon breaks with it. He awakened, alone, confused, and something was terribly wrong with him. I created my account specifically because moth jon moth jon moTH JON MOTH JO- (yes the title is a music reference, sue me; most of the chapter titles are going to be references to songs used for Magnus Archives AMVs, or The Mechanisms lyrics) This work is somewhat inspired by this fanfic by Deanpala, in which Jon dies at the end of S5 and is sent back into the world of S1 MAG as a moth-monster archivist entity (it's good and quite a bit more fluffy than mine)

I know it starts kinda angsty, but tbh from what I remember reading, this fic enjoys moth monster Jon, and tends to treat his interactions with other characters more in line with a sapient eldritch abomination and pet spooky than a more "typical" monster Jon fic. There are definitely more lighthearted moments, and while the humans in this fic are definitely going through the horrors, moth Jon's vibing.

Redeath by Gallifrey63:

Cyäegha is The Destroying Eye from another universe, and Beholding may or may not learn of it after Jon and Martin are pulled from their reality. It isn't terribly ideal to drag an Ancient One through the void, stuff it into the Archive, and use the cosmic "blend" setting on high, but Jon's got no other choice if he wants to exist again. Another round at predictable events with more time to prepare and more abilities to utilize should mean keeping everyone safe is a piece of cake, but it's more of a chaotic donut with unexpected filling than anything else. Part crack fic, part serious, 100% fun.

tbh, this one might fall a bit too far into "he's not human but kind of", but I figured I'd recommend it because technically he's a giant sentient ball of unknowable evil darkness infused tentacles that just does his best to keep himself human shaped. For the most part. He eventually embraces the spooky evil tentacles by the end. It truly is a very fun fic tho, and I cannot recommend it enough.

An unfamiliar face by daylight_b0yyy:

After the collapse of the panopticon, Martin wakes up. He is not alone. Jon tries to adjust to what he has become after the end of the end. ***** This is our first time sharing something we have written, so we hope you enjoy! Content warnings in end notes.

A good oneshot about Martin finding Jon post-Mag 200, who has left humanity behind.

Stay into the night and then even later into the morning by saltine_cracker_421:

At the end of the world, Jon makes a choice. 4 years prior, Martin finds something in document storage.

Man full of eyes jump scares local Archives crew, whatever will they do? Anyways, great multichap with eldritch horror Jon camping out in the Archives post-MAG200 in an alternate past where Sasha's the Archivist and I don't think Jon actually is supposed to exist? It's a good time tbh and I think you'll enjoy.

Finally, because alas I have a time limit and these kinds of posts take a very long time for me to make, I highly recommend just trawling the Monster Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist tag on AO3. Unfortunately I'm a sucker for angst, so most of my fics that I would have recommended are all in the two categories that you explicitly said you weren't interested in lmao. But the last two fics were just from a cursory look through the tag, so I have high hopes that you'll find what you're looking for!

I need monster Jon fic recs.

But not like monster in the “I’m a monster and sad” angst way or the “he’s not human but kind of” way. I mean like in the “this is not human this is some fucked up eye monster” kind of way.

Please if anyone has any recs I would be very grateful

[tempenensis]

rebirth and redeath

One of the main theme going on in jjk is the rebirth, and subsequently there will be a second death to follow it. From the very first chapter, the thing that sparks the entire storyline is the incarnation of Ryomen Sukuna because Yuuji eats his finger - the rebirth of the King of Curse, after he was sealed for a thousand years.

Not only Sukuna, rebirth or second life comes up again and again throughout the entire manga, including Yuuji himself, whose heart is literally ripped off but then is healed by Sukuna. Yuuji comes back alive with imposed binding on him,

then Getou, whose “rebirth” is a means of ploy from others, 

the Kusouzu Brothers who literally experience two births - first birthed by their own mother long time ago before they were sealed as curse objects, then “born” again when they are incarnated by Mahito during the Origin of Obedience arc, 

and finally, Fushiguro Touji, who came back to life - “birthed” for a second time -via necromancy. 

There’s this thing that Hanami said about the death of human that can’t seem to leave my mind alone. 

Human fears the detestable “death”. But even beyond that, “human” lingers.

It implies that something is still left even when a person dies - most likely the soul. It is possible that when the body dead, the soul does not vanish spontaneously, but rather it slowly decays over time. For example, Yuuji can be revived practically without missing anything because his soul is still almost whole as there is not much time passed after he was dead and then revived. On the other hand, while some part of Getou’s soul is implied still remaining in his body, it seems that his original soul that is connected to the body is too weak to take control from the Brain.

(Touji is special case because of his Heavenly restriction, so I can’t count him)

All in all - even after they die, the soul of human seems to still cling to their bodies, as they decays slowly. But it seems that this case is only for human and the circumstance is different for cursed spirits.  

Here is Jogo, saying something that I thought a bit strange for curses. They are truly an interesting bunch.

First of all, souls are not exclusive for human, but cursed spirits apparently also have souls -- which I thought a bit strange, since they are born from the accumulative fears human have over certain object; mountain, sea, the earth, human. In the first place, only some of curses seemingly gain human-like intelligence. It seems like the strongest the source of negative emotion, the more the curses mutated to be like human -- gaining intelligence, able to communicate, able to cooperate not only among themselves, but also with a human (Sukuna is an exception since he used to be human before became a curse). 

Different from the lingering soul of human after death, the soul of curse spirit seemingly to directly gone from this realm. Jujutsushi uses the term 祓う(read as “harau”) meaning to exorcise, or to purify the curses and must use curse energy to ensure that their soul completely passed. In addition, the curse spirits are specters; they don’t have bodies like human do, so their souls "freed” easier compared to human. 

The other interesting thing he said is “wasteland”. It seems to imply the afterlife where curses - or maybe even all souls, including human one - will eventually end in. “Wasteland” (荒野 = kouya) here can also be translated to “wilderness”, or “desert”. I don’t know which one Gege referred to as both are fitting for the context, however, it implies to something else; a land with emptiness, or void. 

Emptiness in Buddhism is referred as “Sunyata”. Sunyata is required for one to achieve enlightenment and be freed from the cycle of rebirth, the samsara. When they achieve the state of emptiness, they can reach nirvana - and finally released from the state of suffering in the course of samsara.

Interestingly, it seems that the curse spirits are aware of their samsara - even saying that their form will be different, exactly what happens to a soul on the cycle of rebirth. So it is possible that all these curse spirits have previously incarnated in different period of time, but their form might be different from the current form.

tl;dr: while human souls seem to remain - or linger - after the body die, the souls of curse spirits seems to directly pass onto their next rebirth.

[tomionefinds]

One-Shot Wednesdays (11/22/2020)

Little late sorry for some that may have gotten missed. Also there were lots of updates and new stories put up; but they are more than one shots, please check them out!

FIRST FLOOR PEOPLE by agarariddle_andhernachos

G | One Shot | 5k

Tom couldn't stand the pink sticky notes anymore. He just wanted to burn them and burn the person who kept leaving them on his door. But 1A, his neighbour was hot. Not hot but beautiful. God, she was so beautiful. And her laugh ? She always laughed.

redeath by tomioness

T+ | One Shot | 1k

They saw each other die so often, they lost count

Sanitatem by ceciliavblack

M | One Shot | 2k

Sixth Year Hermione Granger falls asleep in the Gryffindor Girls' dormitory but when she wakes up, she finds herself in the dungeons of an unfamiliar manor. Upon catechising, realisation dawns upon her that she has been sent back in time where she meets the disarmingly handsome Tom Riddle. What will the universe decide for Hermione? Will she change the course of history?

Entitled by Enn Arr

T | One Shot | 8k

“Truth be told, he didn’t want anything from those Malfoy pricks because how could a man such as himself, who had everything in his disposal, want for anything else?” A sort of sneak peak/companion piece of a future (potential) fic. One shot. Modern AU. [Hermione Granger x Tom Riddle]

Mirror, Mirror by bionically

NR | One Shot | 13k

1999. Eighth year. Something's different about Draco Malfoy. He's kind and courteous, and he even smiles. Ginny is convinced something's wrong with him, but Hermione would rather believe the best of him. He's changed for the better, right? Or perhaps it's something a bit more sinister.

False Thoughts by limeta

T+ | One Shot | <1k

Everyone that duelled Tom Riddle said it was unfair for Tom Riddle to use legilimency. Except Hermione Granger who used this to her advantage.

Blood and Time by Saturnsdarkness

M | One Shot | 15k

Hermione gets tortured during the attack on the World Cup. She changes everything.

et insanis by quitethesardonic

GA | One Shot | 1k

She was here. He caught her watching him over the tip of her sunglasses before slipping into the crowd with a smirk on her face. She was here and he thought he would go insane.

Voyagers by imtherealshill

T+ | One Shot | 3k

He is unaging, and he can move through centuries with relative ease. Whilst time is now something he can afford to spend, Tom can only go through the same motions so much for some things hardly change -- that is his impatience with experiments lacking in tangible results, plus letting her fight him again is just a waste of energy.

Except he wants to wipe that look off her face that greets his every arrival. And he supposes, it is the only objective, seeing he cannot accomplish anything that will alter the trajectory of her future, permanently displaced from a reality where they both belong in each others' arms again.

It is a filthy, anthropoidal thought of his -- he has no other fixations as of late. However, it's a hopeless case to deny he is not obsessed with the idea of owning her soul, her entirety, for he is a greedy man. And greedy men do not settle. They start small, but their designs are never lacking in grandeur.

A Tomione Time Travel AU.

Not Friends, Some Benefits by devdevlin

E/Ma | One Shot | 6k

She hated the way he never asked for his coffee, instead outstretching a wide palm as he passed her desk in the morning as if getting it for him was her first priority of the day.

She hated the way his overpriced shoes would click obnoxiously against the floors whenever he passed.

She absolutely loathed the way the others in the firm would hang onto his every word, vying for his attention as if he were some sort of celebrity, as if they would better themselves by merely being seen to associate with him.

But what she hated the very most about Tom Riddle, was that he was an unbelievable fuck.

***

In response to the prompt ‘friends with benefits’.

[bunnivalentine]

1ST RULE: tag 9 muses you would like to know better.

2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true for your muse.

MUSE: micha kuzenstov (oc)  FC: emilia clarke  OCCUPATION: baker & black market entrepreneur AGE: 18-32. ( verse dependent )

PRONOUNS: she / her

APPEARANCE:

i am 5'7" or taller

i wear glasses

i have at least one tattoo

i have at least one piercing (ears)

i have blonde hair

i have brown eyes

i have short hair

my abs are at least somewhat defined

i have or have had braces

PERSONALITY:

i love meeting new people

people tell me that I’m funny

helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

i enjoy physical challenges

i enjoy mental challenges

i’m playfully rude with people I know well

i started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

there is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

i can sing well

i can play an instrument

i can do over 30 push-ups without stopping

i’m a fast runner

i can draw well

i have a good memory

i’m good at doing math in my head

i can hold my breath underwater for over a minute

i have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling

i know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

i know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

i enjoy playing sports

i’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

i’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

i have learned a new song in the past week

i work out at least once a week

i’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

i have drawn something in the past month

i enjoy writing

i do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

i have had my first kiss

i have had alcohol

i have scored the winning goal in a sports game

i have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

i have been at an overnight event

i have been in a taxi

i have been in the hospital or ER in the past year

i have beaten a video game in one day

i have visited another country

i have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS:

i’m in a relationship (verse dependent)

i have a crush on a celebrity

i have a crush on someone I know 

i have been in at least 3 relationships

i have never been in a relationship

i have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

i get crushes easily

i have had a crush on someone for over a year

i have been in a relationship for at least a year

i have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

i have at least one person I consider a “best friend”

i live close to my school

my parents are still together

i have at least one sibling

i live in the united states

there is snow right now where I live

i have hung out with a friend in the past month

i have a smartphone

i have at least 15 cd’s

i share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

i have break-danced

i know a person named jamie

i have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

i have dyed my hair

i’m listening to one song on repeat right now

i have punched someone in the past week

i know someone who has gone to jail

i have broken a bone

i have eaten a waffle today

i know what I want to do with my life

i speak at least 2 languages

TAGGED BY: @lsmydesign

TAGGING:  @humilictedman / @neverbeheroes @bearsloylty @riigged @redeathed @wiitchbxtch @kingfishcr @riisingfromashes @theholyandthedamned @tateblog

[in-the-bookish-dark]

harry truman entertains at a birthday party - RL (a weird little poem)

Lucette, our bombshell neighbor, took a moment from her kids' birthday party, pulled me aside to say “We’re outta Blue Bell and Marlboros and those little savage shits are driving me batcrap crazy.”

She was wound up and gesturing As she gestured, she jiggled as she jiggled, I became increasingly sympathetic.

“I’m running to the store. I’ll be back in twenty minutes, tops, babe!

She didn’t beg her leave. She jiggled and called me babe. That was as close as she ever came to asking for permission or a favor.

She subverted my rising terror for a moment, with the wiggle in her walk-away.

With or without her distractions, there were still two dozen pint-sized pirates, Indians, and cowboys to be reckoned with.

It was bound and certain that we were going to have trouble, and became even more certain than certain when up rolled HST on a Segway.

Any time Harry Truman shows up at a children’s birthday party, his Segway painted with racing stripes[strypes] and sporting whitewalls on balloon tyres, you know he’s there for a ruckus.

“Hey, you damned old haberdasher, what do you mean crashing a bounce house party?”

He alighted from the Segway before it even came to a full stop and gave his three color propeller beanie a right smart spin.

He swung his bottle of Old Grand Dad my direction but I ducked and it nearly slipped from his fingers. Had I known his grip was so loose, I’d have risked injury before I risked letting the bottle sail through the air and break.

“You’re a goddamned fool, to get talked into this, no matter how big the tits, and I don’t mind telling you. There’s got to be someplace for you and me to talk without dragging the children into the mess you’ve made.”

So I waved Harry out of the yard and into the den of the split level ranch house we’d booked for the party.

His heavy black rubber soles actually seemed to tangle themselves in the heavy shag carpet as he walked so I took his bourbon.  He wouldn’t forgive me if he’d lost his bottle in what seemed to be such a hospitable space.

He glanced around and said “I can’t say enough bad things about architecture these days” wrapped in a sneer and chased by the shots of bourbon he’d poured for us as quickly and surely as if we’d been hawking firewater to Indians out of the cardboard case of a turn of the century sidewalk peddler.

In unison, we lifted our glasses, said “To Liberty!” and downed our shots.

He did a quick once around the room to check for Bess, but only after he’d downed his spirits. “The boss would never forgive me if she thought I was bending the elbow before lunch, and without her.”

“So …”

He cocked his eyebrow at me. “Got somewhere to be, fancy boy?”

“There are twenty five seven year olds out there, with only two harried adults at the moment, one of whom is long dead.  What gives, Harry?”

He flipped a switchblade open and started cleaning under his finger nails. The old bastard had to have the cleanest fingernails in the whole Kansas City Metropolitan Statistical Area. In fact, it’s always been one of the things that women found most attractive about him.

“Find a man with clean nails,” a woman from a certain generation would say, “and you can count on him to keep the kitchen clean as well.”

No sooner did he get the shot down, though but Lauren Bacall came out of the master bedroom, wrapping her thigh around the doorframe.

Glancing over, Harry nearly dropped his glass. He tugged and straightened his Hawaiian shirt like it was his old Battery D uniform.

He watched back hard, like a Labrador on the scent of snaussages when Lauren’s eyes ran him head to toe.

You could tell he’d been keeping his powder dry for quite some time.

He policed the room again for Bess, then pushed his glasses back up his nose.

He leaned into Lauren, then walked eight feet over til the leaning bore fruit. She leaned back.

Before I knew it, they’d slipped into the bedroom and I cursed myself for never learning a music instrument. Everyone knew Lauren had a soft spot for piano players.

Harry always said his choice was between politics and playing piano in a whorehouse. That’s kind of how he’d met Lauren.

She was atop a piano at a USO show and he was tickling ivories two feet lower.

As fate would have it, he was now tickling something else two feet lower.

Fifteen minutes later, they emerged. If he’d been any more impressed with himself and his prowess, he’d have magically morphed into Teddy Roosevelt. I'd never imagined him a lady's man, or more accurately a lusty horndog, but to be fair, I'm sure that being dead for 40 years changes a man, whether he's contending with heaven or hell or topsoil.

As he was pouring himself another “blow for liberty” he dropped the glass and the bottle spilling Old Granddad everywhere “Well, I’ll be a goddamn son of a bitch … … the boss found me!”

He bolted for the stairs. “That crazy bitch is gunning for me, and she’s caught me. Y’all are on your own!”

As he disappeared up the stairs, I finally heard it, heard what his ears had picked up, the screaming engine of a very vintage Sopwith Camel.

Bess was on the warpath the only way she knew how – in a vintage aeroplane.

To be honest, it was only at that moment that I remembered the horde of seven-year olds.

There were a lot of them.

With every shot I took with Harry, they multipled.

They numbered somewhere between twenty and a hundred.

More like two dozen but once they start running and screaming, they felt like a hundred.

Still, there was a flock of little sheep out there and right then they needed me.

I dashed up the stairs strapped on an ammo belt and threw several bandoleers over my shoulder as I passed through the kitchen.

The anti-aircraft gun was by the koi pond and there was lots of ground to cover.

The kids were cowering in the bounce house, even as it slowly deflated.

I serpentined across the yard, yelling “pool – pool – pool!”

Some ran for the kiddie pool and flopped in others stayed behind in the floppy house.

The ones who made the dash bobbed up and down while shells splashed all around.

I dived and rolled in a very picturesque and heroic manner, popped up right behind the gun and slapped the ammo clip into place.

The trigger sank, the belt fed smoothly, and I tracked Bess’ Sopwith across the sky.

Smoke billowed and the wings wobbled.

The Camel sailed over my shoulder

There was a shudder somewhere off in the distance.

I realized my finger was still tight on the trigger and I released it.

One by one, the kids emerged – sniffing and trembling from the bounce house and the pool.

The wind swept the smell of gunpowder away.

Lucette swung through the gate, flicked her Marlboro over the fence, and came to a complete stop.

Her eyes bored through me like the 50 caliber gun I stood next to.

“I can’t goddam fucking trust you for ten minutes with a couple of kids!”

What could I say?

Just then, Harry stepped up beside me, a fresh bottle of Old Grandad and three old fashioned glasses. He filled them, passed them, swallowed his down in a flash, then bumped his glasses higher on his nose, sighted down his nose through them at Lucette and said, "Pardon my bluntness ma'am, but he just saved an ex dead President of these United States from certain goddamn redeath, not to mention as many as a thousand squalling kids. You ought to be goddamn grateful to this man, a lovely woman like you, with - may I say - the finest legs this side of Independence MO, and Lauren Bacall. Any chance a dead President can buy you another drink?"

She held out her glass he stepped in and filled her, and they stepped off.

He grabbed her ass like only a farmboy could, shot me a wink, and said "Tell me, darlin' - have you ever been with another woman? How about a man hung like a Missouri mule?"

As they vanished into the trees, I wished I was them, and not left behind with a bad fucking case of the twenty four kid birthday party blues.

[therealandian]

Rules are as follows: post the barebones plot of your wips and let people send you an ask with the title that intrigues them the most, then post a snippet/tell them something about it! Then, tag as many people as you have wips. I was tagged by @shadow0haven~

for the record, i have like no titles so i’m just gonna label them as the titles i have in the google docs lmao

God!Jon - TMA (may change to original work, tho) - jon is a god who’s been having a very unpleasant time thanks to jonah and the fact that they’re apparently supposed to kick off the apocalypse. luckily, martin finds and rescues them, and now they’ve both got to keep jon a secret from everyone, including the gods. i’m sure no one will derail their plans.

Search Through the Stars - TMA/The Mechanisms - a sequel to Redeath. jon becomes a mechanism following the events of MAG200. the only problem is that martin is unaware of this and goes off to do his own thing, and now jon has to find him somewhere out in space. he could be anywhere.

Heroes Have Been Made from Worse - TMA - the superhero au that’s partially posted already on ao3. the TMA cast are superheroes (or villains), and the villains sure do seem to be up to something, especially since one of them kidnapped jon. luckily, jon has two partners, and it’s very unlikely that gerry and martin will let anything worse happen to him. besides, what could anyone possibly expect to get from him?

See Yourself in Turn - TMA/Encanto - still on hiatus, but at least it’s outlined. jon and martin appear somewhere else, which just so happens to be the encanto. they’re gonna be adopted by so many madrigals. hopefully they can work through the whole ‘i tried to kill the world and then made you stab me’ thing.

An Open Book - TMA - partially on ao3. jon is a mothman thanks to a book he read as a kid, and martin’s been invisible for the past decade. somehow jon’s able to still see him anyways, and they’re very quickly falling in love. can’t help but wonder where all these cursed books came from, though? and what’s the deal with elias?

Bby Jmart and Also Tim Is Here and Would Like a Nap - TMA - jon and martin go back in time following MAG200, and find themselves being children again with little to no agency and a whole heap of trauma. too bad their respective guardians are a bit dense and also they live several hours away from each other with no way of meeting. letters and phone calls will have to do. at least there’s no monsters after them anymore.

More Jon Per Jon - martin‘s an eye/hunt/lonely avatar and jon is Just Some Guy. except...he’s also not, and happens to have the ghost of himself inside his head. who knows what would happen if martin found out, after over a year of mourning? probably best not to tell him yet.

okay those are all the ones i have open in tabs atm lmao. there’s a couple of original things, but they all need some serious overhauls or just. a plot in general. so we’ll hold off on those.

i shall tag @emboldenedbirdbrain. anyone else is also welcome to do it. looking forward to reading some responses and answering some asks~