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flipwizardstarlight · 1 year ago

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Okay i dont write enough sam and tucker and jazz so im doing it. Also it got very long so im putting it under a cut. Smoking ment and like, vague refrences to anti-meta bigotry. I dont think it needs any other warnings? But if someone sees something i missed let me know.

Sam doesn't watch the news anymore. She knows she should, that anything could be a clue and national news is likely to be the easiest place for Danny to get their attention, but she can't do it anymore. It's all about the heroes of the world now. Justice League this, Metahumans that, heartwarming reunions and engineering geniuses and congress and judges and shootings and laws and- It's just noise. All of it is just noise. Tucker has Technus monitoring all of it anyway. She doesn't understand how Vlad and the Fentons have disappeared so thuroughly. It has been a year since they took Danny and it doesn't matter where she, Tuck, and Jazz look, they can't find him.

Ember is out touring, trying to lure the Fentons into the open by posing as a metahuman musical artist, since they know she is a ghost. Jonny, Kitty, and Shadow are helping Val and Paulina hold the line in Amity, not that there is much to hold anymore. Last time they talked, the environment had finally readjusted to the lower ectoplasm levels after the portal was shut down and the last couple people liminal enough to ping on the GIW radars are scheduled to move out of the US entirely in the next month. Once they move, Val and Paulina will have two weeks left until they can move into their dorm room at a Southern California University.

Without the Fentons, the GIW have basically run themselves into the ground, so once everything they could really do harm to is gone from Amity, they are likely to collapse the rest of the way.

Wulf is the go-between for the three groups at the moment. If they find Danny-either by virtue of him going home for help, Ember finding the Fentons, or the three of them getting lucky-then Wulf can be summoned and will get him to Frostbite and Clockwork as soon as possible.

It has been a year.

Sam takes a deep drag of her morning cigarette as she stares up at the slowling lightening sky. They are somewhere near Gateway City, California, in some run down motel about an hour out from the city that didn't ask too many questions when three clearly homeless teenagers came rolling in at two am and asked for their cheapest room. The clerk had just shrugged and told them not to get drugs in the carpet.

Sam huffs in amusement as she thinks about the woman's remark and taps her cigarette on the edge of the balcony rail before taking another drag.

She picked up smoking shortly before Danny was taken, about a week after she got killed. It isn't like the chemicals can hurt her anymore, and the nicotine helps keep her tremors at bay. It makes her feel more alive, more solid.

Jazz doesn't like that she does it, but that's a losing battle that she doesn't fight anymore. As long as Sam doesn't smoke in the car, she can do whatever she pleases.

They are running out of time. Sam can feel it in her bones. They don't have much time left to Find Danny before something goes horribly wrong.

They have one more place to check before they reach out to the Justice League for help.

Sam closes her eyes as she takes another drag.

She doesn't want to go to them. She would almost rather End herself before asking those stuck up, sanctimonious assholes for any help, but they are out of options. There is a Dalvco office in Gateway that they are going to raid for clues today, and if they can't find anything there, the biggest Bank they can find is their next stop.

With Sam's plants, Jazz's mild mind control, and Tucker's Technopathy, the three if them will be able to get Wonder Woman's attention quickly with minimal collateral. If they can get her to trap one of them with the lasso, they can get her to take them seriously about how much danger Danny is in.

Sam takes the last drag of her cig before dropping the filter into the tray and breathing out slowly.

Twelve hours. In twelve hours, they will either know where to look next or have some help.

She doesn't startle at the sound of the hotel door slamming open. She felt Tucker's quick movements as he stood from his bed so she knew the slam was coming. Her eyebrow twitches anyway and she is having a hard time telling why.

"The Fentons are on the Daily Planet," he says.

Sam goes still, not even breathing as she waits for him to elaborate. She doesn't turn to look at him, scared of what she will see in his face if she does.

Tucker swallows, then says, "Lead Dalvco Scientists under investigation for the dissappearance of seventeen year old son," he must be reading the headline. Sam keeps waiting, feels like if she moves a centimeter for any reason she might just fall apart. "Doctors Jack and Madeline Fenton, lead scientists and inventors at Dalvco's Gotham branch have been placed under house arrest on suspicions of human experimentation, Metahuman Rights Acts Violations, and suspected abuse of their seventeen year old son, Danny Fenton, as of two days ago."

He takes a deep breath before he continues and Sam tries desperately to hope that Danny is okay. "Danny was well known among Gotham's medical professionals and engineers as a soft-spoken, intelligent young man with a kind heart despite the hardships his chronic health condition had put him through. He was never seen more the ten feet from one of his parents or Vlad Masters-CEO of Dalvco and close friend to the Doctors Fenton-until two days ago. He made his first ever appearance at a Gotham Gala, as sick as anyone has ever seen him, but has not been seen since shortly before the event was interrupted by one of the local villians. The initial coverage of the event listed him as a likely kidnapping victim, as the local heroes were unable to apprehend at least two of the hired muscle. It was theorized that the boy was going to be held for ransom so the two could keep out of the justice system. At noon three days ago, the two missing criminals were found and a new avenue of investigation was opened when the Officer sent to talk to the Fentons found evidence of abuse in the Fenton home. While the search seems to be ongoing, a leaked copy of the charges the Fentons and Masters might be facing includes Child Abuse, Conspiracy to Murder, Unauthorized Practice of Medicine, Unethical Human Experimentation, and Murder of a Child. It is unclear if the final charge is going to be prosecuted as First, Second, or Third Degree, and Manslaughter is also listed as a possibility. No further information has been released on the whereabouts or status of Danny."

The railing of the balcony crunches under Sam's hands as she stares, unseeing, into the sunrise.

"The article goes on to say a Justice Leage Spokesperson has come forward to confirm that they are involved," Tucker says, and like that Sam slams back into herself.

She spins inhumanly fast, well aware that her eyes are glowing and her hair is starting to float and catch fire. She doesn't care. "We have to find Wonder Woman," she says, her voice a quiet kind of deadly. "If they have him-"

"Murder, Sam," Tucker says desperately, voice equally quiet and devastated. "Technus already went through every existing article at the Gotham Gazette and none of them talk about him in the present tense, none of them confirm his status, and all of the most recent agree that the murder charges aren't going anywhere."

Sam shakes her head, feels her hair flare brighter. She won't believe it until they see the body. She won't even let herself think it. She hasn't lost him. Not yet. She can't.

There are a three Metas holding a building of civilians hostage in downtown Gateway City who refuse to speak to anyone except Wonder Woman. There aren't any confirmed casualties yet, and the only injuries are to the security personnel that attempted to stop the three and the few cops that were unlucky enough to approach before the preimiter was secured by the one able to control plants.

As Diana approaches, she is unsurprised to see the agitation and anger on the lead officer. He has always been more concerned with the lives of his junior officers then those of civilians or the criminals that endanger both groups. It is likely he would prefer to be able to shoot the three Metas and be done with it.

Diana dismisses every word out of his mouth before he even opens it. She is well aware he thinks she is a freak, she is uninterested in hearing what he has to say about the people who forced him to call for her.

Instead, she focuses on the woman standing in front of the door to the building. She is almost too young to be considered a woman, surely no older then 19. Her black hair is shaved on one side while the rest is cut in rough layers and shines a deep purple where the sun hits it. Her skin is ashen, an impression not at all helped by the dramatic, dark makeup on her face. She is dressed for combat; black long sleeve shirt that fits snug to her body but doesn't appear to restrict, fingerless gloves, a thick belt with multiple pouches attached that hold up black cargo pants that are loose enough to allow movement but not so loose as to get caught on things, heavy combat boots that appear to be steel toe. She holds herself in much the same way Cassie does, a fact which makes Diana frown slightly.

Seemingly sprouting from under the girl's feet is several dark green vines. They stay small and low to the ground for a foot on either side of her before they seem to multiply and grow and split until they circle the building, covering the windows of the first three floors completely. There are at least four cops caught in the vines, all of them unconcious and thoroughly restrained, but all of them still breathing. Diana notes a small tremor in the girl's hands and arms that does not translate to the plants and spares half a second to wonder what the tremor could mean.

The girl doesn't look nervous. Diana can't quite pinpoint what emotion the girl is displaying, but it isn't nervousness. Her makeup is perfect even though her eyes are bloodshot and her nose red, like she has been crying.

Diana looks back at the still talking cop next to her and says, "if I require your assistance, I will ask," before stepping forward.

The girl's eyes snap towards her when she gets within thirty feet and her expression cracks down the middle with a kind of desperate hope that makes Diana's chest hurt. She was right, the girl isn't nervous.

She is breaking apart at the seams with desperation.

Diana speeds her steps, holds her hands out palms up to indicate she isn't approaching with agression, softens her body language and wills a concerned expression onto her face. "Well met," she says once she is close enough. "I have been told you were asking to speak with me. Would you be willing to let the civilians in the building go now that you have my attention?"

The girl takes a breath and Diana refuses to allow herself to react to the way the girl's chest doesn't move with it. She has seen that kind of false breathing once before, when she visited the underworld breifly and the shades of the palace pretended to do so to make her more comfortable.

"Not until you promise to hear us out without arresting us," she says, and Diana is struck again with how young this girl is.

"Of course," Diana says. "So long as no one is hurt further I can promise that I will hear you out."

The girl shifts nervously and Diana does her best to project her honesty and concern only.

"Swear it on Styx," she says suddenly. "Swear that you will hear myself and my siblings out without hurting us or turning us over to the pigs, and that you will answer our questions with honesty and to the best of your ability."

Diana tilts her head to the side slightly as she thinks over the girl's demand. She is unlikely to want to harm any of the siblings at all, so that is not a hardship to swear. They have been remarkably non-violent except in self defense so far, and the only crime they appear to be committing is public distrubance, which is not something she wants to send metahumans to jail for. The desperation in her tells Diana that this was done as a last resort, and the insistance on beaing heard points towards this being a plea for help.

Diana nods to herself and says, "I swear on Lady Styx's waters that, should you release your captives with no further harm to them or anyone else in the vicinity as well as come peaceably with myself to a more private location, I will not allow harm to come to you or yours while we discuss, will not allow you or yours to be taken in by law enforcement for what has transpired here today, and will answer your questions as honestly as I can without endangering myself or others for the duration of our conversation today."

The girl's shoulders slump slightly with what can only be relief as her eyes begin to glow neon purple and the vines around the building grow smaller and retreat, leaving the architecture unharmed. The trapped officers are lowered gently to the ground, and though they all stay unconcious, they are no more harmed then they were when she arrived.

Behind the girl, the doors to the building open and the other two metas step outside. A black boy with a sharp chin and large nose stands to the girl's right. His hair is done in long braids and pulled up into a low, messy bun. He wears a similar outfit to the girl, though his has more color to it. His pants are an olive green and tucked into brown workboots, and his long sleeve shirt is a golden yellow. While the girl does not carry any visable weapons, the boy has an intricately decorated sheath for a long, curved blade that hangs on his left hip. The handle for the weapon is equally ornate and seems to glow with power. She feels like she recognizes the handle, but does not allow herself to linger long enough on him to wonder. Instead, she looks on the redhead who stepped out to the girl's right.

She is older then the other two, and something about her face feels familiar. She carries herself the same way the first girl does; with the same grace and poise that young warriors on Themyscira do. It is obvious to her that they were not trained since early childhood like many if the natives of Thymescira, but she can see where they have been trained in the same ways anyway.

The older girl has her red hair cropped short, the sides and back shaved with the top barely any longer. Her clothing differs from the other two in that she wears tight jeans that are ripped at the knees from wear, practical black tennis shoes, and a red flannel over a black tank top. She has a holster strapped to each thigh, the handguns in each one reek of magic. There are at least two knives on her as well, though Diana can't see them to tell if they are magical too.

She looks tired.

All three of them look tired, really, but the oldest has a heavy droop to her shoulders and a weariness in her face that speaks of more sorrow then someone her age should have to carry.

"There is a safe house a few blocks away that the league maintains for various reasons," Diana says. All three children-because, truely, these are kids in front of her-watch her intently as though determining if she is worthy of theur trust. She does her best to project nothing but concern and truthfulness. "Once the police have secured the building and confirmed no one is hurt, I will escort you three there so we may talk privately. Would you mind waiting at the corner of the building?"

They younger two look to the third as she seems to stare right into Diana's very soul. She stands tall under the scrutiny. She has nothing to hide.

The girl nods, after a moment, and the one who spoke to Diana first says, "we will wait."

Diana smiles encouragingly at them and turns her back, hoping against hope that her show of faith will set them more at ease.

"Would anyone like something to drink? Some tea perhaps?" Wonder Woman asks from the open kitchen of the small apartment she led the three of them to. Jazz glances to the side at Tucker and Sam, lets them know through aura that she trusts the woman not to do anything to their drinks.

"Chamomile," Tucker says quietly. Jazz wonders if Diana has realized that she knows her name yet or not.

"Just some water is fine," Sam says.

Jazz stays silent. She fears that if she tries to speak, the sobs she has been holding in since she saw the article will finally burst loose. That, or all that will come out will be the Language of the Ancients. She hasn't had a nonverbal episode in years, not since her core developed enough to use ghost speech. She just loses the ability to speak a living language.

She sends Sam her own request for water so she can let the hero in front of them know.

"And water for Koppitz, also," Sam says. Jazz sends the mental equivalent of a grimmace at Sam for using code names, but doesn't reprimand or correct her. For as much as she knows Diana is trustworthy, she doesn't know if the League is. They will know their names soon, if they don't already, Jazz isn't going to hold Sam's well earned caution against her.

"Koppitz?" Diana asks as she pulls two sealed water bottles from the fridge while waiting for the water in the kettle to boil. "Please, sit," she sets the bottles down in front of the stools at the island that separates the living room from the kitchen. Tucker glances at Jazz for confirmation of safety again and she cringes internally. She is so tired of being the adult, of being the decision maker, of having to lead.

She wonders if this is how Danny felt before... Before.

Jazz encourages Tucker to sit by taking the middle stool. The other flank her automatically and she draws strength from their proximity, takes a drink of her water, and then asks Sam to do the talking. Her throat is still too tight for english and she knows for a fact that Tucker's will be too.

"You can call me Nightshade, she is Koppitz, and he is Pharaoh," Sam says. Her voice is flat and smooth, and Jazz pokes her aura to ask if she has noticed it yet. Sam sends back awareness and a request for patience that makes Jazz wince. Sam isn't doing well. None of them are, but at least Jazz is still mostly human and doesn't have to think about the things a flesh body needs like Sam does. The more tired she gets, the less human she is able to act. It seems her heart and lungs have long since stopped for the day.

Diana nods to the three of them in turn and doesn't offer her civilian name. She doesn't comment on the lack of essential functions from Sam either.

Jazz likes her. Despite every instinct in her body screaming at her not to, Jazz decides to trust her.

And just like that, her throat loosens. "We have been looking for our brother for a year," Jazz's voice is soft and it creaks gently where she hasn't used it yet today. "My genetic donors took him and ran when they found out he was a metahuman, dissappeared completely and cut me off because I told them they were wrong about there being something to cure." Her eyes flash at the thought of the last time she spoke to them. They do it every time, the rage and fear just as strong now as it was then. "We finally got word of them through the Daily Planet article about-" her throat closes again. She isn't sure how to put this in words and clearly her body and brain agree that it isn't something to be spoken. A growl of frustration wchoes from her core as she fights back tears of anger. She can't even ask the important question. How is she suppossed to be of help to him if she can't even ask a fucking question.

"The Doctors Fenton," Sam takes back over. "We have been looking for them for a year because Danny-"

"Isn't their son," Tucker says firmly. The first words he has spoken since they loaded the car this morning. "He shares their genetics, technically, but he hasn't called them parents in years."

Diana's face is a mask of blankness that would have been more then enough to cover her emotions if Jazz wasn't a telepath.

Diana is angry. She is sad, horrified, angry, relieved, and remorseful. She is heartbroken.

Jazz ignores every last one of the emotions swirling in her mind to focus on the truth of the words that come out of her mouth next.

"I can't tell you much," she says, and Jazz has to physically grab Sam's arm before she can reflexively use her plants to grab the woman in front of them.

"We don't need much," Jazz forces herself to say. "Just. Tell us he is alive. Please-" her voice breaks, fails her again, and the grip she has on Sam isn't holding the other girl back anymore. Sam's cool arm beneath her hands is all that is keep Jazz from falling apart.

"Danny is alive," Diana says gently. "He is alive and far away from Jack and Madeline Fenton. I do not know where, but I can promise he is safe for the time being."

Jazz takes a great, shuddering breath in. Her chest aches all the sudden. The room is tilting around her and the world feels like it is ending, but she doesn't care. Danny is okay. Danny is safe. Danny is safe.

Someone is sobbing, loud, heart-rending sounds that only barely sound human. The earth is shaking and Jazz is falling apart against the cold, hardwood floor. She doesn't remember how she ended up on the floor. Tucker is next to her, face pressed to the dip where shoulder meets neck and she can feel him shaking with his own wailing.

Sam is like stone under the hand not holding Tucker close. Unyielding, unmoving, cold. She is the immovable object to the unstoppable force of Jazz and Tucker's emotions. The shutdown to match their meltdowns.

Jazz realizes she is the one making those awful keening noises and it does nothing to stop them.

Danny is okay.

In the upper atmo somewhere, Danny, Jason, Kori, and Roy are gathering the last of the shit for danny to summon wulf so he can portal danny and jay to the far frozen. Wonder woman spends the next hour consoling these three kids before getting them set up in the guest room at the safe house and then calling batman like "how opposed to meeting up with his siblings do you think danny would be? Could we maybe get the four of them together? Cause i just watched his siblings have the mother of all breakdowns upon finding out he is safe. I think they plan on driving to gotham to try and find him."

She is like, ten minutes too late to catch Jason's check in before they do the summoning. About twenty minutes later wulf shows up and brings the three through a portal so they can see danny.

Dp x Dc Bad parents with a twist.

The Fentons find out about Danny being Phantom. Either from Vlad or just randomly. They take it badly. They think Phantom is possessing him, but they think they can "save" him. Unfortunately, the GIW think otherwise and want to destroy their son. So what do they do? They erase all signs of their existence in Amity and wiping every article and study they ever had on ghost. Then they packed up and moved to Gotham in the middle of the night. Cutting Danny off from his friends and Jazz (due to her being at college and disagreeing with them). Vlad and the Fentons become business partners. Publicly, the three work together making and marketing inventions. while privately trying to 'fix' Danny on the side.

Danny has to wear an upgraded specter deflector, which is a thin metal bracelet.

Having half of himself offline for a long period of time has been causing his physical health to decline. That and the experiments his parents have been performing on him. No full-blown vivisection. He also gets anesthesia because they believe the Danny can still feel.

It wasn't long for the people of Gotham to start to talk about Vlad Co's new business partners and their sickly son. It wasn't long after for Bruce Wayne to gain some interest as well.

The first time Bruce met the Fentons was at a gala with Masters introducing them. Jack, Maddie, and Their son. He was also able to observe that he looked more sickly in person. With deep eye bags, pale skin, and how thin he was. It made Bruce's heart ache thinking what the boy about Tim's age had been having to endure.

The conversation contuied. Danny nervously fidgeting, only giving curt responses. Mr Fenton laughed, joking about how Danny didn't like fancy events. He excused Danny, telling him to grab something to eat. Danny nodded and rushed away, grabbing food and settling down in a nestled in a far back conner.

Bruce continued talking to the enthusiastic pair, talking glances at the boy occasionally. He felt some of his tension relax when spotting Tim taking a seat near Danny.

After the gala Tim and Bruce got together and compared notes. They both came to one conclusion.

They needed to find out more.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #this was all written on my phone so be nice.#in the tumblr text editor no less

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p1nkwitch · 4 years ago

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Hi, I really like you writing. Could I get 51. for some ship with Jon? (preferably jongerry, but if you don't ship it jonmartin is fine too. also feel free to make is as soft as you want!)

Oh no no, I love JonGerry i actually like it more than Jmart. The potential was there so here!! Have some fluffy and fun bbys enjoying hanging out.

51- Public kiss JonGerry

Au where they work in a normal job

Jon is nervous, the institute is having a party and Tim invited him to hang out with everyone and he was already panicking. He is their boss, but he had been so insistent and when he mentioned that they haven't been able to just spend time in a group since his promotion…

Made him cave in feeling guilty.

Still he was very worried that he might make the wrong impression, Gerry who was cuddling Melon Princess looked at him amused from the couch.

“What?” He is snippy which is not fair, still he knows him enough to just snort an answer back.

“Cmon Jon, you said Tim is your friend. I'm sure it won't go badly” He doesn't understand, he doesn't.

“Yes, but that was before, now i'm his boss and- and i know i didn't deserve it, but i wanted that promotion and maybe they don't-” A cat is put in front of his face.

“Hi dad, mew, i think you are being paranoiiid, pet me and it will calm you down!” The complete dry tone makes him choke a laugh and pick up Melon from him.

“Thanks” He shrugs and kisses his cheek.

“How about this, I tag along, if anything they will be more focused on me that in you?” Usually he would refuse him, but he deflates and agrees, anything to keep him more calm will do.

“Please..” Gerry smiles at him and Jon feels his cheeks burn, he is so lucky to have met him, and to be the recipient of said smile. Gerry was far more… subdued before, but now he is far more open and he is happy to think he helped and likewise he is helping him too to not be so closed off.

“Of course, I will change, I'm sure they will be far more focused on my hair, apparently everyone is!!!” Jon snorts and sits to wait for him.

“Maybe if you let me help dye it-”

“Oh fuck off Sims-!!” He grins.

They all stare. Sasha, Tim and Martin all stare, not at him, but at Gerry who decided to come in his favourite clothes, which, now that he thinks about it, are not exactly what you would wear for an office party, but he had been so relieved that he did not question it until it was too late.

“So this is my boyfriend Gerry, i… hope you don't mind? I remembered you always insisted on seeing a picture…” Tim opens his mouth and closes it a few times, but ends up grinning like he saw the best thing ever.

“Pleasure to meet you Gerry!!” Sasha and Martin also say hi and then they all go to get some drinks and talk while everyone at the institute sort of mingles around. Its a little bit awkward at first but once Sasha asks about Gerry's job and he mentions that he sells paintings he makes plus working half time in his own bookstore, things smooth out fairly easily.

Tim talks with him and gets Martin to join, who looked a little bit uncomfortable, but was ultimately by the end of it having fun. Jon feels Gerry interlace their fingers under the table and he smiles.

At one point Tim, slightly drunk, declares they should have a karaoke contest. Elias for some god forsaken reason had thought it would be a nice addition to it, drunk or tipsy people would all go there. In fact he has seen several people from research perform a group rendition of bohemia rhapsody in slightly off key tune.

Jon was also as a matter of fact tipsy, not enough to just embarrass himself like that, he has actually a fairly good tolerance for alcohol. Sasha joined him and after egging Martin one the three made their way there. He picked his cellphone and went to record.

“They are nice”

“Mm” He keeps recording Tim trying to do a slightly bad macarena while singing total eclipse of the heart with Sasha and Martin.

“It looks like they are having fun…”

“Yeah, im making sure they will remember on monday”

“... Jon” He turns at him and sees the mischief. Oh no.

“Err yes?”

“I never sang karaoke” And. well shit. He lets out a breath,

“Awful and incorregible” His lips are up in a crooked smile that is more accentuated by the dark purple lipstick.

“Fine, fine!” Gerry grins so joyfully and happily that it feels like he was staring at the moon all pale and beautiful, his boyfriend leans forwards and feeling his breath catch on his throat he closes his eyes and lets him kiss him. His left hand goes to his cheek to caress it and he has to lean back a little bit because he presses himself closer, Jon feels giddy, its nothing beyond their lips pressing together by his own personal preference towards the activity, but no matter how many times it always feels just as perfect as the first time it happened all those years ago.

Gerry pulls back a little bit and kisses him softly a few more time, each one making him feel more and more like he was floating, but before he could say anything the bubble he is in burst when someone wolf whistles at them and then-

That's when he remembers that he is at a work party and he got kissed by his boyfriend in front of everyone. Gerry must realize it too, because he flushes too but smiles nonetheless.

“OY, DONT MESH WITH MY MATE. I CAN KISH TOO-” Tim who was very brave, drunk and trying to help , grabs Sasha and kisses her, before turning to Martin’s and giving him one too.

Everyone around who was in a relationship looked at him, shrugged and kissed their partners while the others cheered them on.

Jon snorts and then starts to laugh incredulously. Gerry joins him and he ends up putting his hands on his shoulders while he grabs his waist, they lean against each other laughing and actually spinning a little bit at the ridiculousness while adding a few more kisses along the way, even if everyone was watching no one seemed to care. And Jon felt finally at ease.

Enough so that he sang a few songs with Gerry who looked way too happy and managed to snatch a few more kisses. That is until he decides to sing the song that he was Performing the day he met Gerry while at a mechanisms concert.

To say that everyone lost it by the end of Red Signal would not be an exaggeration.

Jon had a lot of fun and seeing his boyfriend laugh and joke with Tim and the others while holding his hand, he felt that things were settling better than expected.

By the time they are in bed that night he kisses him a last time before turning off the lights and telling him how much he loves him, he always looks surprised by it, but while blushing a little at it, even now, he tells him as much.

“Thanks for coming”

“Thanks for amusing me and dedicating me that rendition, I think Tim almost has a conniption” Jon laughs.

“He wanted my secret past, he got it”

“That he did gnight... jonny”

“Shut up.... Night Ger”

#writing prompt #jongerry #i love them #they deserve nice things #i love gerry so much #i hope you like it and it doesnt dissapoint!!

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eldritchqueerture · 4 years ago

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i love your reviews and since you gave me permission, mag 148?

also gonna use ur askbox as a confessional now bc this is such an Eye Avatar episode for me. i fucking hate security cameras more than any other aspect of the eye and idk how jonny managed to access this niche fear of mine. but on the other hand i like Knowing things. way too much.

by all means, please use my askbox as a confessional, i love knowing things too (im not very eye-aligned but. i did make a spreadsheet of the podcast.)

lets get to it then

USELESS SCHEMING PIECE OF SHIT YES BASIRA FUCK HIM UP FUCK HIM UP FUCK HIM UP FUCK YOU ELIAS

MISCALCULATION ELIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS

IVE ALWAYS THOUGHT A MANS EATING HABITS WERE HIS OWN PRIVATE BUSINESS CUNT MOTHERFUCKIGN BITCHASS BASTARD ELIAS I LOVE YOU

"because the spider usually wins"...............................so it does. :|

god i love him he's so fucking. there's a word but i dont have it. he's such an evil cunt.

god this season makes me so sad. the business with martin's isolation is just so sad for me. its not even like theyre doing something dumb and from the listener's perspective i can yell at them, it makes sense what they're doing and it still fucking suuuucks

statement delicious and nutricious

old cameras you say? 👀

ever since i watched mike lebeau's commentary on some of the episodes, I like to pay attention to where the music starts to come in. just a little fun observation; here it starts when jon reads about samson setting up the cameras

wait. is that manual a leitner?? its gotta be

and the music rises at the mention of their face in the manual :D

i wonder what he watched in there at night. just the empty shop? were you having fun samson? i also wonder how he experienced this, like what was his motivation for watching; did he look for some answers? did he just feel the need to Watch, no matter what. Maybe the Eye gave him access to watching other things than the shop as well? i guess what im getting at is if the Eye was feeding on his fear as well and is so, then what was he scared of

samson said fuck reality im gonna live in the cameras now

AUTOCANNIBALISM JON NO

personally, i don't find this very scary, but i get how it could be. but i've always found it reassuring (on rare occasions i actually paid any mind to it) that someone is watching what's happening. like, recently i've been to an escape room with my friend, and we invited another one of our friends, but they said they're freaked out by escape rooms because the person outside is always watching what you're doing. and i've got the exact opposite of that - i'd be more scared if no one was watching, if i was there alone, and you see how i clearly am an avatar of the Lonely

anyways, might send you some of the eps that freaked me out the most later <3

#ask #sunflowers-and-frogs #ask game #tma #tma relisten

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madlittlecriminal · 4 years ago

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Hi Billie! Hope you are doing well! Can I please request another Jonathan Crane x reader (I just love my Jonny boi😂) with prompts 49. "Please dont go" and 50. "I fell in love with my best friend"? If not no worries! Have a great day/night!!

Slow ↦ Jonathan Crane × GN!Reader

prompt 49: “Please don’t go.”

prompt 50. “I fell in love with my best friend.”

heyo! im doing alright & my day was good! also, you can request as much as you want to be honest & honestly? i love him too even if he tried to make Gotham go crazy XD hope you like it & hope you’re doing great! hope you have a great day/afternoon/evening/night :)

(lmao, i found this gif that lowkey highkey represents the scarecrow fandom while looking for a gif for this prompt XD)

from my first prompt list

Warnings: soft!crane because i like making mean characters hella soft

Your grabbed the door knob, ready to leave Jonathan’s house until he grabbed your wrist. “Please don’t go.” You let out a sigh. “Then can you tell me why you’ve been so secretive? You’ve been avoiding me like the plague and now you actually touch me and tell me not to leave after what? Two months? Jonathan, what’s going on?” He knew you were annoyed because you said his first name and not one of the many nicknames you gave him.

“I can’t tell you, (Y/N).” You scoff. “We’ve been best friends for years now all of the sudden, you can’t tell me? Just let me go so I can go home.” He shakes his head. “I know that means you’re putting an end to our friendship.” You shrug in annoyance and in anger. “Well what do you want me to do?! Plus, you already ended the friendship once you continuously avoided me, Crane. What else am I supposed to do? I came here to see if I can understand why YOU invited me over, but I guess I just wasted my time.”

“I fell in love with my best friend.” He blurted out and you froze. “What?” He ran a and through his hair and nodded. “I fell in love with you. That’s why I’ve been avoiding you. I didn’t know how you’d take it if I told you. I’m sorry.” Your scan his face to see if he was lying just to prevent himself from telling you the truth, but there was only honesty on his face and in his blue eyes. “You didn’t have to avoid me, Jon.” He opens his arms and you hug him. “I was scared.” You snicker. “That’s ironic.”

He chuckles and hides his face in the crook of your neck. “It is indeed.” You play with the hair in the back of his neck. “If it makes you feel any better, I fell in love with mine too.” He relaxes and nods. “That makes me feel much better.” You smile. “Let’s just take it slow, Jonny boy.” He laughs at your nickname. “That’s fine by me, (Y/N).”

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blazeismyname · 10 months ago

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SHOOT- I ACCIDENTALLY CLICKED REBLOG ON THELAST ONE SO I LOST EVERYTHINFG... EHAODBWK, LET ME RECOLLEXT MY THOUGGTS

So like, this has become a hyperfixation-

I KNOW HOW GOOD AAHES SINGING TALE AS OLD AS TIME IS CAUSE ITS SO VIVID IN MY HEAD LIKE... I won't lie, I kinda forgot about the actor when I was watching the musical and started imagining it was Ashes-

AND ALSO THE THING WITH THE FIRE. AAUGHAUGGAUAGH- THATS SUCH A GOOD COMPARISON BROOOOO

Oo- On the Tale As Old As Time note, what if it's one of the songs Brian learned and he accidentally dropped it when first arriving? Tim find it, prolly goes to burn the bitch since is Tim, and Lyf shouts and takes it from him and gives it to Ashes. Brian, of course, will never see that specific piece again but!

OH, YKNOW WHAT? THERES A SCENE WHERE BELLE CHECKS OUT A BOOK AND THE LIBRARY OWNER LETS HER KEEP IT AND SHE DESCRUBES THE STORY- WHAT OF BRIAN HAS SIMILAR WITH THE TALE AS OLD AS TIME SONG AND HE DESCIBES THE BEAUTY OF THE TEMPO AND STORY ITS CONVEYING!!

Also. LYF'S. BACK. STORY. MAKES. ME. WANT. TO. SCREAM. IT'S THE PERFECT TRANSLATION OF CANON LYF'S INTO THIS AND IT MAKES ME WANT TO SQEAL AND FALL OVER UNFORTUNATELY, IT'S 6AM AS IM WRITING SO I CANT

And Marius carrying Lyf- I just imagine the short gremlin man dashing through the halls with a nervous clock in hand that's like "PLEASE DONT DROP ME-". Marius has a makeshift version of those baby things where the baby is strapped to your chest-

Marius getting to see this old time reufgee man for the first time (where he's not a clock) and immediately drops to his knees.

OH, I DONT KNOW IF THIS IS IN THE NORMAL VERSIONS BUT THERE'S A PART WHERE COGSWORTH GETS A WIND KEY. WHAT IF THAT HAPPRNS WHILE MARIUS IS AROUND AND MARIUS, TO CALM HIM DOWN, JUST CUDDLES CLOCK LYF

Ooogghh.. gotta mention this silly idea while I'm still on the topic of Marius's for easier flow- What if Marius goes to tell the mob like "Hey, no, it's ok! Brian is in love with the hideous beast thing. " he leans in and whispers,"his name is Jonny, " then pulls back and continues,"And I'm in love with a clock!" And the mob is like "Welp. He's delusional. Time to murder the beast for somehow making the local Fuck Boi be into a clock". Ending scenes ensue but Aurora ain't having it so she "nu-uh"s them out of there... but like, somehow one gets through to stabs Jonny (I need the scene of Belle crying and yelling I love him.. BRIAN PULLING JONNY TO A SAFE PLACE AND JUST... TRYING HIS DESPERATE HARDNESS- AND YET JONNY DIES AND THERES LIKE, A BRIEF MOMENT FROM BOTH MARIUS AND BRIAN WHERE THEYRE LIKE "I did this" AN CARMILLA IS LIKE "Nah, this is the consequences of my actions lol" AND THE BRIAN SHOUTING "I loved him!")

NOW I CAN TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE AURORA SHIFTING AND STUFF TO HELP EVERYONE INSIDE. AGAHAGGA- WHAT IF SHE EVEN TRIES TO BLOCK OF THE WEST WING BUT FAILS BECAUSE BRIAN HAS THE POWER OF BEING BRIAN- AND ALSO THE CREAKS- ITS A STORMY NIGHT AND THERES A LOT OF CREAKS AND YOUD ASSUME "Oh, it because of the wind" BUT REALLY, ITS HER COMFORTING THE PEOPLE INSIDE (Jonny is absolutely just like a scared dog when it's stormy out). AND HE OPENING THE DOORS FOR BRIAN- If it's to be assumed that Carmilla is inside and in the dungeon (that's what happened in the musical (I'm so sorry I keep referring to the musical)), and that's why Brian is here, then Aurora would probably know by the desperate shouts of "Mama! Mama, are you?" (That and pained groans because he decides not to wear a dress into the woods because you probably shouldn't (Im going with that since I firmly believe he has a bit more rationality then just- dashing into the woods)). Aurora connects the dots pretty quickly and lets him in and leads him to his Mom while simultaneously leading Jonny to Brian since she doesn't want to disrespect Jonny- OUGH, THE SCENE WHERE BELLE IS S9BBING CAUSE SHE'LL NEVER SEE HER DAD BUT ITS BRIAN CAUSE HE'LL NEVER SEE HIS MOM AND AURORA SHIFTS AROUND AND CREAKS TO COMFORT HIM (it definitely works)

Also, Marius just being in with the servants- Jonny calls for everyone to line up so he can assign them their tasks and their Marius is, Lyf strapped to his chest for some reason... and it takes him a solid minute to realize that he's not a servant-

THE CANE, IM EATONG THE CANE- AND I IMAGINE WITH THE PART OF TS FINDING IT IN THE WOODS IS SO MUCH MORE INFURIATING FOR BRIAN BECAUSE TS IS PROBABLY OBLVIOUS FOR THE TIME, SPINNING IT AND STUFF SND JOKING WITH MARIUS ABOUT BEING A FANCY GENTLEMAN- BRIAN TAKES IT, GOES HOME, SETS OUT-

I'm gonna stop for now since I have to walk to school soon and shouldn't be typing while I do that

Beauty and the Beast, but it's the Mechanisms.

Jonny must be the beast because feral Jonny and the whole heart thing... prove me wrong.

Tim or Brian is Belle.

Rest of the Mechs are the servants in the Beast's house. With an exception for Marius as Gaston cause I can totally fucking see it. He would suck at it though because it's Marius. And also, short Marius HC.

This is probably not new. But it's been brewing in my head for a good few months, ever since I put my Mechs OC in the iconic Belle dress.

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thewordsinthevoid · 5 years ago

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Live thoughts on tma 163:

-im wondering how they will change the stateformat now if they will will

-ooh walking yeah finally do something go on a trip with your so!

-martin are you human still

-oh so no one can like, sleep or dream anymore, whats happened to jons dreams?

-martin just wants a boat let him have a boat

-give martin a boat jon

-martin deserves a boat to ram peter lukass with

-oh god the panopticon! Holy shit! Fucking cool!

-your being ominous again jon, stop being a theatre kid

-the amount of stuff jon knows is terrifying

-YEAH IM SCARED TOO MARTIN

-THEYRE GONNA DIE

-IS THIS THE SLAUGHTER

-MARTIN JON ARE YOU OKAY

-oh god whos with them

-"dont be a prick jon" ajsjdkakdndj

-im scared of the trenches

-STATIC

-does he do statements on command now, statements all the time

-yeah martin stand up for yourself!

-glad theyre compromising

-i kinda like this new format im glad its somewhat similar

-"mahtin i hate your tea" BITCH

-oooh monologue

-war fucking sucks kids

-i like these new forms of the fears we're seeing

-i like the symbolism

-i dont know whats going on but god the vibe

-god this season is great

-is charlie an avatar?

-everything is dying~

-oh god is charlie dead!

-nooooooooooo

-oh good he lives

-just to suffer

-the drone?

-there are drones?

-oh god drone warfare

-god this ep is terrifying i love it

-can anyone die in the trenches?

-is this whats happening right now?

-oh god tanks

-god the imagery of being fed to the tank is fucking terrifying

-jon just goes off on a monologue in the middle of a war

-i love the background sound effects sets it apart

-i dont know whats going on but thats okay!

-the surgeon the surgeon the surgeon the surgeon scares me

-kinda like the way that the pov keeps on changing

-this is a great opening to the road trip apocalypse

-are there monsters on the other side? I dont think there is, but like, idk whats going on

-someone explain this episode to me later please

-HEY JONNY WHO GAVE YOU THE PERMISSION TO MAKE SO MUCH SCARY IMAGERY

-is-is that an avatar? Is it the capitalism avatar? Hi uncle sam

-im going to assume the guy whos like "oh look what a hero" is the uncle sam capitalism avatar

-charlie your back!

-jon u ok?

-omg the tone shift

-"yeah yeah"

-hey dont be mean martin we just wanna know what happens

-jonny reveal to me the tape recorders secret please

-IS THAT A FUCKING PHONE

-"thats here for some reason"

-DONT ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE MARTIN

-RUN MARTIN

-WHERED JON GO

-MARTIN

-oh god oh god oh god oh god

-whats the phone

-martin are you gonna be ok

-martin?

-WHATS THE FUCKING PHONE

#tma #tma liveblog #tma spoilers #tma 163 #tma 163 spoilers #the magnus archives #text #really ling

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kateinator · 5 years ago

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please tell me about your mechsona! i really hope this isnt weird because we dont know each other but mechsonas are cool and stuff!!

Okay so like with every fandom I make a self insert which is just “me but cooler and when I listened to the Mechs I was like “okay let’s do this” Even though I’ve only listened to the main albums (not TTBT1 + 2, Frankenstein, and I’m trying to brace myself for DTTM) and not read any canon fic.

Their name is Donovan Flowers, their gender is ????? (haven’t worked it out yet), mechanism is a missing leg and missing right eye (also maybe like an elbow??? like the entire elbow got replaced but the forearm was fine??? Carmilla was just experimenting and was probably high).

What do they look like??? Redhead, absolutely. White button up shirt, brown corset, black skirt, grey sleeveless overcoat/cardigan, brown belt over the corset and jacket. Brown belt bracelet and fingerless lacy gloves on the left hand. And a top hat, with goggles and flowers on the band. Think victorian adventurer meets wild west gunslinger meets MCR (all of which I pulled out of my closet cus I’m that person). As for favored weapons, I’m gonna go with knives and a bat with nails, with a gun (six shooter) as backup.

Role on the ship??? They’re the ship’s cook (actually built a garden on the Aurora as something to occupy their mind) and basically extra hands whenever necessary. In the band, they have a talent for picking up melodies and playing things by ears, so they can pretty much pick out the melody for something if needed. However, their usual role is voice, saxophone/woodwinds (like in the Bifrost Incident), and accordion.

Backstory??? Lowly cook falls in love with heir to shady possibly mafia royalty (a woman named Lavender Blue, based off of @cryptvokeeper), marries in secret, runs off with their love when the marriage comes to light, travels the stars for a couple years having adventures with wife, the family catches up to them, Lavender ends up dead in Donovan’s arms, with Donnie mortally wounded, only for a familiar space vampire to float up to their ship and save Donovan’s life.

Cut to some amount of time later, the Mechs come across a supposedly abandoned ship which holds one certifiably insane saxophone player who cannot die when Jonny inevitably tries to shoot them and upon hearing the name “Mechanism” goes “Oh shit I heard about you!!! Do you need a cook?” and then just Vibed for the rest of time

Other important facts:

Absolutely is not all there in the head-- medical experimentation for god knows how long coupled with isolation for who knows how much longer and the fact that they keep seeing their dead wife and having conversations with her kinda does that to a person

(Lauren and I chatted about this, Donnie’s robo eye got possessed by Lavender’s spirit and they still talk but Donnie’s the only one that sees her and it’s out of that one eye)

The robo eye can also replay and project memories, further confusing them

Unfailingly polite. Just, such a nice person. Not the biggest fan of killing indiscriminately (still clinging to that moral code) but like, will cut off someone’s genitals if you try and mess with them

Push them to their limit and they will go feral and mow ppl down

Comes from Space New York and doesn’t know what an England is.

Also talks way too fast all the time

refers to everyone as “Mr.”, “Ms.”, or “Mx.”, since they’re the newest member of the group.

(Considering that the Toy Soldier is referred to as “it”, Donnie defaults to calling it “Captain Soldier”)

(Jonny has shot them for doing this multiple times)

Wears their wedding ring on a chain around their neck.

Loves the Toy Soldier and Boring/MJE Brian the most.

Once spent a week just cuddling the octokittens

If they wrote an album it would be based on Tam Lin

Absolutely the Little Sibling but also has Middle Sibling Energy

Yeah that’s basically it!!! I haven’t thought of any particular inspiration behind their story, like a fairy tale or anything. I’m thinking about it tho!!!

#The mechanisms #Mechsona #I did an ask like thing #the mechs #queer-chnospinci

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robotrebelranch · 5 years ago

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What about Rolf or Jimmy for the character thing, please?

well i was GOING to draw but my laptop shit out on me after the last ask and now my tablet wont work :///

But anyways, why not both?? I love em both

Rolf -

favorite thing about them - His good attitude and general big brother of the cul de sac kind of vibe. Also Rolf growing sour and jaded over time appeals to me.

least favorite thing about them - Nothing, he’s perfect ❤ No seriously, I cannot think of anything that bothers me about him.

favorite line - “DO NOT FRAZZLE ROLF!” “Your garden is overgrown, and your cucumbers are soft!” “MAY SHOWER SCUM DEVOUR YOUR HEAD!” “You tickle Rolf’s radish.” “This is Rolf’s word! ...Dawg.” I’ve been thinking about “EEL WOMAN! RAISE THE JUG!” a lot lately and I don’t know why. Also I miss when Rolf would say “You crazy.” a lot.

brOTP - Big fan of when Kevin and Rolf casually hang out. From a distance Kevin seems like someone who’d think he’s too good for oddball Rolf but nope they’re best friends

OTP - Am very down for kevrolf and rolfnazz. Kevrolf because bro dude type ships are just funny to me and rolfnazz bcause he would treat her better than Kevin does. I also just like the idea of Nazz going with the one guy her age who wasn’t obsessed with her. I guess now that I think about it I like rolfnazz mostly out of spite for the other boys huh

nOTP - No strong feelings. Only times I’ve heard about Jimmy with Rolf was in a one sided Jimmy having a crush context which is fine. Don’t think Rolf would reciprocate those feelings

random headcanon - 1. I like to think Kevin helps out Rolf with his chores when Rolf’s busy as a means to still hang out with him (and an excuse to become as strong as rolf)except Kevin is terrible at any farm work especially anything animal related. At first Rolf didn’t know how to say no but after a non specific incident Rolf said nope that’s it, never help rolf again you hear me 2. Kevin and Rolf’s friendship is very on the rocks from season 5 past big picture show, in fact Rolf and Nazz almost broke off from Kevin entirely. Rolf and Nazz also kept hanging out without Kev around the events of BPS both before and after

unpopular opinion - I see Rolf referred to as the most powerful character a lot but he could be killed by Sarah dont kid urself

song i associate with them - Orange County by Dylan Kanner bcause it’s about being unsatisfied with city life

favorite picture of them - post milky rolf bcause it annoys ghostypepper

Jimmy -

favorite thing about them - Sassy little gay boy with the best lines and also had character development. Good for him

least favorite thing about them - S1 Jimmy didn’t have enough to do and I would’ve liked to see Jimmy stay more consistently competent after Ed in a Half Shell and ESPECIALLY If It Smells like an Ed but that one’s just a tiny nitpick I don’t actually care about.

favorite line - “Someone get me off this merry-go-round called life!” “Darn, my perfectly manicured nails!” “You smell suspiciously herbal fresh. Use it or lose it, missy *starts pummeling nazz*” “In a second! I’m oiling up for speed!” “If only Sarah could see how good I am at manual labor!” “*way too casually* Honest Mister, I’m just a kid, I’m broke.” “Looking for trouble? Cause I’ll flip you like an omelette!” “HOPE YOU’RE WEARING A CUP, BECAUSE YOU’RE CREME BRULEE, MISTER!” and anytime he says ‘tushie’

brOTP - Love his friendship with Sarah, wish Jimmy with Rolf and Jonny came up more though i like those combos too

OTP - Don’t really ship him with anyone but him and sarah if im forced to choose one

nOTP - VERY opposed to jimmy with any of the kankers

random headcanon - Passionate about my hc that he grows to be 6′2″ in senior year

unpopular opinion - 1. Gets too much hate 2. Whenever I see people dump on Jimmy it’s often attributed to If It Smells Like an Ed but honestly that episode was not that big a deal. Yeah he wen’t too far that’s the point but it didn’t make me hate him or anything lol

song i associate with them - yknow he looks like someone who’d have Let’s have a Kiki by the scissor sisters memorized. Would also fit Fabulous from Phineas and Ferb

favorite picture of them

#asks

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peppermintfables · 5 years ago

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TMA Fanfic Challenge!

These titles Jonny posted pre-season 2 are too good and I wanna read them so… Im gonna organize a fanfic challenge. So heres how:

Ideally we would get one author for every prompt. If your interested in one of these contact me and Ill reserve them for you, on a first come first serve basis. You can of course still write something to a title thats already taken, Im not gonna stop you, in fact please do and send me a link so I can read it, please, but I plan on making a collection with all the entries and only the ‘official’ ones will go in there.

Once you have one reserved the fanfic should he finished and published till the end of season 5. This is to ensure that we actually get a complete collection at some point. If at some point you realize you dont want write your prompt anymore please tell me as soon as possible so o can give it to someone else. And if your finished and youve posted your fic on ao3 send me a link so I can add it to the collection!

Some of these hang together but Ill let you guys decide wether you wanna collaborate in these or just each do your own thing.

I really hope some people are interested in this because I cant wait to see what people come up with. And if youre dont want to write one please still consider sharing this. I want to read “If toes could hate” so badly.

Ill regularly update which titles have been taking. Happy writing!

#tma #the magnus archives #fanfiction #challenge #writing #jonny sims

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nthrr · 5 years ago

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Revelations

Summary: Post ep 4x08 It Takes a Pillage , What is the reaction of johnny to learning that d'avin didn't leave voluntarily. The look into the love between the two brothers that I wanted but didn't get.

He knew hiding in the lower parts of the ship was absolutely useless. Either dutch or d'avin would find him in no time, would probably be dutch, but after the things he learned that day he wanted some space to think things through. His life was built upon some absolute truths and if one of them was wrong then how many else would change making him lose his foundation.

The sound of the door opening made him reappear from his thoughts. Looking back he found it was dutch that had found him. D'avin may be his brother but dutch was his best friend. It was probably for the best that dutch came , she was the only thing now that he trusted absolutely.

Dutch didn't speak, she just came towards him and sat down near him such that if he wanted to he could touch her. She gave him space that he himself would give her. He continued working on Lucy not turning towards dutch, but she waited patiently. After what appeared to be minutes or an hour he didn't know, he put down the tools he was holding and just leaned into her. Her hands came around him and he found himself encircled by her. Slowly the tension he had been unaware he carried , loosened from him.

'I know meeting your father would have been bad. But I'm here , d'avin is here , talk to me johnny ,are you ok?'

She asked it as if he could say what was in his mind in one word. But it was dutch , if he cant tell it to her he might as well bury his thoughts and carry it to the grave.

'You know dutch , for approximately half my life I've loved d'avin, but the other half , I absolutely hated him. He left me you know , left me in that sad excuse of a planet with a sick mother and an absent father. That day that I learnt he left is still the worst day of my life. I was so angry , so bitter that it festered and festered until it became something ugly inside of me . I loved him but I also hated him. It made me bitter and petty you know. If only he had asked me , if he had asked me to come with him I would have. I used to dream , that d'avin would come back and took my mom and me away from there , away from my father. I used to dream but not for a very long time .

The first time he came here , with us I saw how much you both clicked and how much you liked him and I was jealous. He was was the one who ran off and when I try to form a life for myself he comes back and tries to destroy it anyway. '

Dutch who had until that point been silent opened her mouth as if to protest.

' No let me speak dutch. If I stop I dont know if I can start again. Things are different now but it wasn't then. The bitterness that I felt for him grew. And when d'avin was off the team , I knew you were hurt , I was too, but a small part of me was happy. What kind of brother, a friend am I to feel such things'

'Johnny no, its human to feel those things and I would have been the same too and you know it'

He knew dutch wouldn't keep her silence in some parts. Snorting a little he held her hand a bit tighter to make her quiet again.

'I know Dutch but that doesn't make me feel better.

D'avin had gone through terrible things in his life and sometimes I think that those would not have happened if he hadn't left . But at the same time I wouldn't have met you , so I go round and round with that thought in my head.'

He became silent, lost in the thoughts running through his head .

A had touched his face making him pay attention.

'What happened today johnny?' She asked.

And wasnt that the big question of the day.

'I learnt that I was a naive foolish little boy that was ungrateful. Did you know that our father used to praise us in the outside world and spit on us in our own home. Nothing that we did was enough. Our mom tried her best but well she had herself to take care of and then the disease happened. She wasn't spared even then . But d'avin , he tried . He turned all of our fathers attention on him so that my mother and I could be spared. It didn't always work but he used to get double the beatings for interfearing . He never complained, he would take care of us first and then him at last. It became a regular for us, to be seen with bruises. '

He knew that she had suspected of what happened to him in his Childhood but it was the first time he confirmed it. Turning to see her he found that she was already staring at him . Suddenly closing the space between them she hugged him tightly as if afraid of letting go. He closed his eyes and focused on the feel of her in his arms.

'He didn't leave dutch , he didn't. It was my father who gave him the ultimatum, jail or the military. And you want to know how that situation came to be , it was because he defended me, he lost his carefully restrained control and gave back. And all that happened to him, in the military and now, it all comes back to me doesnt it . No dont argue. Please dont . '

Seeing dutch sit back with a defiant look in her eyes he knew she definitely would argue after he finished made him chuckle a bit.

'Half my life I've been angry with him and now I dont know what to do. Do you know what I said to him when I learnt all this. I said thank you , just a thank you. He sacrificed his life for me and I just kept on reminding him that he left . He didn't even correct me. Just kept on accepting that I have a bad opinion of him. The things I've said to him, again and again , shit dutch , what do I do?' his voice was becoming hysterical at the end.

As involved as he was in what he was saying he didn't notice movement by the opened door, but dutch did. Knowing that there was only one person that could be she came to a decision.

'Jonny you can't take back any of the things you said and d'avin can't go back and inform you of all that had happened. It wasn't only on you, you know that right?'

She could see him shaking his head and she huffed out exasperatedly. She didn't know what she was going to do with these two.

' Ok enough is enough. You have moped enough for a life time . Come on sit straight and look at me. Dont look so confused johnny doesnt suit you. Now imagine that I am d'avin. And tell me everything that you want to tell him and couldn't. Come on try it '

She could see him roll his eyes but sit straighter. Letting him off to collect his thoughts her eyes wandered to the door and she could still see the shadow of him near it. Confirmed that he was there she turned to johnny again. He had his eyes closed but within a few moments opened them and stared at her.

' I'm sorry d'avin, im so sorry for all the times I've insuated that you ran away, for all the times you had to keep quiet , for all the times I was the reason you had to hurt , for all the times I've made you feel unwelcome. I'm sorry big brother, I'm sorry .

And thank you for all the times you've stayed , for all the times you've smiled inspite of the hurt I've caused, for all the times you spared me from getting hurt the same way you were. Thank you for loving me even when I didn't show it. Because yes, I love you d'avin, even when I was angry at you , I've loved you, I'm sorry d'avin, I'm sorry'

He had started to cry half way through his speech and now in the gentle hold of his best friend he threw caution to wind and let himself feel for all the lost time .

He didn't see the shadow that was beyond the door slump down , clutching the alcohol bottle he had brought with him as if it was his life line. He didn't see the tears that ran down that face or the happiest smile that bloomed, he didn't see his big brother mouth back ' I love you too johnny' to him.

He didn't need to. These three , they will be ok . As Blood brothers , best friends , lovers they will be ok.

A03 link

#killjoys #Dutch #d'avin #d'avin jaqobis #d'avin x dutch #johnny jaqobis #brothers #brotherly love #fan fic

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masosade · 5 years ago

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Maso’s Escape

Warnings: Contains mentions of torture, lots of blood, mentions of vomit and, obviously, violence

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"Rise and shine! It's another beautiful day to get tortured, you useless bag of shit~" Alice sang as she entered into the dark, musty chamber, which smelled worse every time, she felt.

Unlike her prisoner, she was refreshed and well rested after a peaceful night in cuddling with her sweetheart. It was the first day back in the Grimdark Office after her stay ('VACATION' as Birch insisted stubbornly) at Morayne's Office, which sat quiet and undisturbed most of the time and Alice was ready to return back to business, to start anew with fresh motivation, and that meant taking out the trash first.

She kicked the limp form sitting in its chair to wake it. Its four arms were shackled to the tattered armrests and its feet, bare and bruised despite not having moved in the last months, were bound tightly to the chair's legs.

The figure reacted slowly, first flexing its hands and then lifting its head up at her, like it had just been woken from a nap. Which it wasnt — Alice had made sure Maso had been unable to sleep ever since she caught him.

Sure she could’ve just let Melissa torment him with his own personal nightmares, but nothing felt quite as bad as not being able to sleep. For months.

Any sane human would’ve broken down at that alone. But Alice prided herself in creativity when it came to cruelty, so depriving Maso of his sleep was just one in many tactics she used to utterly break his spirit.

She grabbed a handful of Maso's hair and yanked it back, forcing him to squint up at her.

"Didnt you hear my greeting?" She sneered. "It’s only polite to return it."

His eyes were unfocused, confused, bloodshot. Dark rings circled his lids both where his eyes were and where he used to have an extra pair, which had been self inflicted mutilation. He was a sad, mismatched mutation of two Stanleys brutally fused together under the name of science, and now this pitiful body only housed a broken soul. He was doomed to die alone in misery and Alice couldnt be more pleased.

Pleased because, no matter what he endured, she had suffered far worse at the hands of the god he sacrificed her to back in spring. No matter how he hurt, he had inflicted more pain on both her and her loved one. There was no room for sympathy in Alice’s eyes.

Maso’s gaze finally focused and instead of the look of fear Alice was expected, he simply grinned. It stretched slowly from one side to another, like syrup pooling reluctantly out of its glass.

"Heyyy," he croaked hoarsely. By now his vocal chords had endured torment of its own with his screams and incessant rambles followed by weeks of silence. It was awful to listen to, he sounded like rusty hinges grating on sand.

Alice's glee disappeared and she dropped his head, wiping her hand on her dress in disgust.

"What are you smiling at?" She snapped.

"Eevvvery time I look at you," Maso began, but stopped. He straightened up and flexed his hands again.

"...every time, I think about how funny it was to watch you get your ass kicked by Cipher." He finished, grinning. Impishly. A sure fire way to get Alice pissed and she would’ve smacked him across the mouth earlier, but something had distracted her.

"Whats wrong with your hand?"

"Aww, dont you remember? You cut off four of my fingers last month."

"Yes. Last month.” Alice took one of Maso's hands and pulled it up to examine it closer.

Maso's smile widened, but she didnt notice.

"It’s bleeding. It hasnt scabbed or infected or even healed in any way." The blood oozing out of the dismemembered digits wasn’t black or tainted, it didn’t even smell bad. Even if he had simply rubbing his wounds against the chair to keep it from healing, it would’ve been infected by now, surely changed into a sickly dark brown or worse, pulpy with pus.

Alice looked down and noticed a giant puddle of dark liquid pooling at their feet, soaking into her boots and what remained of Maso’s shredded clothes.

'The blood would explain why its so wet in here but...'

"But thats impossible."

The smile had changed into a big, shit eating smirk.

“If you’ve been bleeding since last month, then that would mean you wouldnt have any blood left by now. You would be a fucking husk, or dead, or—”

Alice stopped. She stared at the hand she was holding up to her face and realized with an onsetting dread that she shouldnt be able to hold his hand this high if it was shackled...to...the...chair.

Maso brought his knee up and kicked her in the stomach. She dropped his hand and stumbled, doubling over in pain. If she had anything in her stomach, she would've lost it but nothing came out as she retched and gasped for breath.

"Oohhh yesss," Maso sang, his voice suddenly a lot stronger and less hoarse than he made it out to be. He got up from his chair and stretched leisurely while Alice heaved at his feet.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that. Oh, that felt so good!"

Alice turned her head up to look at him and regretted it instantly when he kneed her in the face. A loud cra-ack filled the room and she cried out in surprise and pain as bone shattered.

Maso cackled with utter glee while Alice cradled her broken nose, blood streaming down her face and dripping onto her dress.

"Man, you don't know how often I've fantasized about beating you to a bloody pulp! I thought ol' Jonny was cruel but you give that word a whooole 'nother meaning!" He grabbed her by the hair like she had done earlier and yanked her head up.

"You know, if I were as evil as you, I would drag you the chair and do a little repeat of aaall my memorable sessions," He grinned. "Show you just how well I paid attention to your lessons. That's what they were, weren't they? Lessons to teach the bad boy how wrong he was~"

Alice spat a mouthful of blood at his feet. "Y-you couldn't-" She rasped. "They would find out- you wont get away w-with this--"

"Wanna bet?"

He leaned close and Alice flinched, expecting another hit. But he didn't strike her again, at least not the way she expected.

“Maaybe if they’re distracted..”

Maso smeared his bleeding hand across Alice's face, mixing it with her own. He laughed at her disgusted expression and let go of her hair, letting her crumble down onto the floor, right into the old pool of blood. From up close she realized she had been mistaken. It wasn't blood, or not just blood. She was sitting in water, water ran from the ceilings, from the walls...from Maso's pores.

It churned with unseen forces and the ground seemed to give way underneath her, pulling her down through the opening doorway.

"Calypso says hi," Maso purred.

Alice scrambled for halt, but her arms felt heavy and her mind was filled with paralyzing dread. It felt like it had in her time out in the Void, where she was trapped with the Creature that whispered the most awful things known to the Universe into her thoughts, filling her with despair undescribable for words.

It was coming back to get her, She lay dormant in the depths of the waters now threatening to swallow Alice whole.

The sheer panic couldn't move Alice's muscles as she pleaded for something to give her halt and keep her from sinking back into Calypso's grasp.

Maso smirked and tipped an imaginary hat at her.

"See you later...ooor maybe, see you never again! I wish you endless sufferings in your path~" He taunted and sauntered out of the door, once again leaving her to die at the hands of Calypso.

She tried to scream for help, but found her throat strung shut by the suffocating fear now coursing through her veins.

She was waiting, eagerly and there was nothing Alice could do to break free and save herself from drowning-

Just as her head dipped underneath the surface, something yanked her back, hard to knock what little air she had left out completely.

Alice hacked and coughed, trying to refill her lungs desperately. Still blind in panic, she crawled away from the hole where the water licked at her ankles, ready to drag her back in. But something had changed and only when she had collapsed, shivering, in the corner, did she realize what happened.

The necklace, the one she had made for herself and Melissa only hours prior had warmed up. The blood red gem was glowing, creating a barrier of warmth around Alice as she shivered, knees drawn to her chest. The portal seemed to hiss sinisterly but the tides couldnt reach Alice past the protective bubble and so it retreated, reluctantly, slowly, making sure Alice knew that it was going to try again, and more viciously than before.

Alice watched it retreat, not daring to blink before it had vanished completely. Only once it was gone for good, did she ease. Dizziness replaced the terror she had felt mere seconds earlier and she was just able to call for help before she collapsed, this time unconscious, onto the dirty floor.

#x drabbles #x dont leave me here alone #long post

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