#it has your moth jon

[lysscomplicated]

If anyone asks, my first fan fiction was Try Again by Ashlooloo on AO3.

If anyone asks and I trust them not to judge me, it's Mariolore by Dinobunny cosplay (Ken has read the Stormlight Archive, fun fact!)

But deep down, I know.

My first fanfic was Fluttershy × Discord beauty and the beast readings on YT during 2020 while I played bubble blast 😭

[dipperscavern]

ugh my most fave account in the whole WORLD can I ask for bathing w Jon??? Doesn’t even have to be smutty (tho I wouldn’t complain) just like spending time with him after a stressful day, maybe a massage, maybe some ogling idk 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

most fave account in the world… you’re just saying that… [batting my lashes] absolutely u can!! thank u for the ask <3

jon snow x fem!reader, set after the battle of the bastards

jon’s not sure who’s blood he’s covered in anymore. dirt & grime cling to him like moths to a flame, and he’s exhausted — in all senses.

it’s emotional, being back in winterfell. it’s halls echo with the haunted laughter of the ghosts that once roamed them, and jon can almost feel the memories etched onto the bricks under his fingertips. how many feet have walked these halls?

he knows winterfell it’s just a castle, a place that’s been here & will remain here long after he dies. he knows it’s the people that make a place a home — knows the castle doesn’t take sides or have favorites of its inhabitants, but he can’t help the feeling of possession that licks up his spine. a strange sense of family, like the castle itself has been waiting to hold them all in its walls once more.

and, he feels a sense of pride. accomplishment. finally does he have back that which was taken from him and his family when the realm fell apart. he’s been guarding the wall for years, and he vows to guard winterfell with the same ferocity.

he thinks all this while he stands at the window of his old room, watching the banners of flayed men be cut down & replaced with direwolves. bolton’s, cut down. replaced by starks. a hot bath awaits behind him, waiting to wash his sins clean, but he hasn’t so much as looked at it yet. he feels so much, all of it all at once. grief, shock, pain, nostalgia — all which make his head spin.

the adrenaline of battle quickly disappears from his system, making his knees buckle as he leans against the windowsill. little black spots dance in his vision as he tries to regain his balance. rickon chipped a tooth on this sill, he thinks. the memory uncomfortably squeezes at his heart.

as his brain assesses he’s not in danger anymore, various injuries now come to light. the ache of his knuckles, bruised & wet with blood. whether it’s his or ramsays, he can’t be entirely certain. his legs hurt, his arms hurt; the cuts on his face scream as dirt mixes with the open wound. he can feel the plethora of grime in his scalp, and the strain of his hair being pulled back. he should- needs to be back out there, checking on his men, surveying winterfells grounds, helping with the cleanup — but he can’t do that until he gives his body some respite. he needs relief, but where does he even start?

he’s smoothing a hand over his jaw when the door opens, and he turns to see you. you exhale, visibly relaxing at the sight of him as you close the door. your eyes rake up and down his body, seemingly checking for any mortal wounds. he understands, you lost sight of each other as soon as the battle started. well, you lost sight of him as the entirety of the bolton army ran at him full speed.

“Sansa said you’d be here.”

albeit less than him, you’re covered in the aftermath of battle yourself. while relieved to see you, jon doesn’t have the energy to respond, meeting your eyes with a tired look & nodding. you smile at the sight of what he’s leaning against, moving to join him at the sanctuary of his window.

“Rickon chipped a tooth on this sill.”

when he thought of it, it hurt. but when you mention it, it only makes him smile — huffing out a breath of laughter.

“Aye. He did.”

you look out the window for a moment, relishing in seeing the stark banners hang once more, before reaching a hand up to cradle his cheek. you have it angled to not touch any of his cuts, and the small gesture makes him only fall more in love with you, if even possible.

you look at him for a moment, and then move to reach for jon’s gloved hand. he almost pulls back at the thought of sullying your clean hands with his own, caked with blood both metaphorically & physically — but he fails to realize you took lives today too. your hands are just as sullied as his own, but never in his mind will they be equal. either way, you don’t seem to mind, eager to reaffirm the idea that he’s okay by feeling him under your hands.

you begin to slide off his glove, and he winces at the exposure of his bloody knuckles. they’re bruised, skin partially cracked from the force he used to have a conversation with the bolton bastard. your brows pinch, muttering an apology as you toss the glove on the floor & move to take off the other.

he looks at you as you work, and he suddenly feels a surge of emotion. how lucky is he to have someone that understands him so? you know what he needs even when jon himself doesn’t, and he has to resist the urge to interrupt you by pressing a kiss to your temple. he settles on allowing the corners of his lips to quirk up in a small smile.

even in his gratefulness, he can’t help the thought that lingers in the back of his mind. the thought that he should be out there, tending to the wounded or helping in some other way (as if he wasn’t part of the fight to win back winterfell). anything other than remaining warm in the castle halls while there’s still work to be done. he can’t help himself, and eventually voices as much.

“I should be out there.”

“Sansa has it.” you say, not even glancing at him as you begin to fiddle with the buckles of his outer layer.

sansa. he thinks back to the spoiled princess that left winterfell, and now to the politically-savvy ruler that’s been left in her wake. from what he’s seen, she’s become strong, and if you say she has it — she has it. he selfishly relishes in letting someone else take the lead, even if only for a moment.

he feels exhaustion beginning to settle in, taking root deep in his bones. the prospect of you, a bed, and warm furs currently entice him more than any offer of gold or jewelry, but he knows it’ll be long before he can get what he desires. he decides to compromise, settling for the present until time calls for sleep.

once you get his outer layer off, he begins to strip himself bare. he has no care for you seeing him, you’ve both been as naked as your name day before the other countless times — who is he to hide from you now?

as the dirt, sweat, and blood that were trapped underneath his clothing get released, the reprieve is palpable. his skin appreciates its liberation from the suffocating fabric, beginning to assuage its protest.

eventually, he steps in, sinking into the bath & letting the hot water turn his mind off. his eyes flutter shut at the instant soothe it provides, and he’s thankful to have all his uncomfortable clothing off. his injuries sting at first, making him grimace, but they eventually calm down. he’s vaguely aware of you approaching behind him, moving to sit on the stool handmaidens usually use to assist their lord or lady.

your hands come to fuss with his hair, untying the portion of it that’s held back. the tension that snaps free from his head has his brows knitting, a shaky exhale falling from his lips. your hands run through his curls, lightly scratching at his scalp. the ache of it is delicious, and goosebumps litter his body at the feeling.

you look down at jon, a light smile adorning your face at the sight of his relief. watching the bolton army swarm him had your chest tightening, uncomfortably compromising any hope of air entering your lungs. you watched as ramsay paid his debt for his transgressions, as jon lost himself in his anger, and as sansa snapped him out of it. and truthfully, horribly, you’re just glad he’s alright.

you lean forward, resting a hand on the edge of the tub as your head leans against his own, tipped back. your other hand comes over his shoulder, finding purchase on any skin available to you. you’ve done this dance before — almost losing him, and then having to convince yourself he’s okay again. you can only do that by feeling him through your fingertips, greedily soaking up his touch like vultures during winter.

you both don’t need words. you became fluent in the language of your comfortable silence long ago.

you sit there for a moment, relishing in his presence, his touch, being in winterfell again. you look to the window, thinking of all there is to be done, and sigh. you need to get back out there. you press a kiss to his temple, then retract, moving to stand up. the water lightly sloshes around as jon looks at you.

you lightly caress the back of his neck, looking down at him. “I should return. Offer assistance where it’s needed.”

you move to walk off, but jon catches your hand. “You could join me,” he says. “If you like.”

you look to him, your gaze accidentally flickering to his chest. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, and you look away. you never did have any resolve when it came to jon.

you squeeze his hand, then turn to start undressing. you didn’t even realize how uncomfortable you were until you started shedding your layers, freeing your irritated skin. your head drops down, and you run your hands through your hair. gods. how long had you been fighting?

you don’t notice how jon’s gaze is trapped on you, mapping the expanse of your body. if he’s ever doubted the existence of the gods, your presence reaffirms that belief. you were hand crafted, created with the intention to embody beauty in human form. if you asked of him absolution, jon would pray — kneeling before you as his altar.

you discard your clothes, moving to step in opposite from him. you’re fairly unharmed, other than the few small bruises that litter your body. the hot water enveloping you is everything and more, and you mutter a “Gods..” as you sink in. jon’s gaze hasn’t left you once.

you sigh. “It’s strange. Being back.”

jon only nods, looking out the window, expression becoming distant as he recounts the experiences had in the safety of these walls. hide and seek games that lasted well into the night. sneaking into the kitchens. archery and sword training. nan’s old ghost stories. your shared first kiss.

the last thought has his lips quirking up in a smile, returning his sight to you only to find you already looking at him. he leans forward, arm outstretching for you.

“Come here.”

he reaches for you, and you oblige — letting him turn you around & pull you to his chest. the water sloshes as you both move, getting more comfortable than you’ve been in weeks.

his touch has always been grounding, anchoring you in a way you weren’t made to understand. right now, it’s just you and jon in your own world. no sickness, no death, no cruelty. only serenity, and you think you could stay in this moment forever. still, you know you can’t, and that the aftermath of battle awaits just outside the old wooden door.

but, for now, you both lay against the other — gaze trapped on rickons’ sill as the banner of the wolf flies once more.

[jester-creates]

*climbs out of your floorboards*

new (probably bad?) au idea: Magnus archives miraculous ladybug au.

Jon's got the Black Cat

Martin has the Ladybug

Elias has the Moth

they all work in the same building still. No one knows who anyone is (no idea what exactly the magnus institute is researching in this au. probably the miraculous somehow)

the avatars/monsters are just Akumas

it is amazing how neither Jon or Martin get akumatized

the Love square between Jon, martin and their superhero forms gets incredibly complicated

jurgen leitner somehow was the guardian of the miraculous

Tim and sasha get to live!

[candlecoo-sideb-art]

Okay so in your oh Everlong au you said cryptids and other mythological things are real. So do the entities still exist or are they not real in your au.

Also I would like to offer up moth-man!Jon for consideration

The entities do not exist in the Oh Everlong universe. Elias has other motivations for running the institute.

Moth-man is an option I've considered. Though I really want Jons mythical background to somehow tie back to his powers and abilities in tma. Someone has also brought up him having some kind of fae background because they can tell when they are being lied to and it would be good plot wise with Tim having history with the fae.

[silly-tma-headcanons]

this is the fourth time i'm writing this but guess who's backkkk :P

this time with the seasons i think the archives staff were born in- it's been on my mind for some reason sdhjdsj

jon & martin were born in autumn, solely because they just give off autumn vibes

sasha was born in summer, just a month after spring & tim constantly said they should've been born in spring

tim was born in winter, i have no idea why but he gives me those vibes. he hates how close his birthday is to christmas

late spring melanie!! mainly because moths hatch in the late spring and early summer, and her dad called her "little moth"

basira gives winter/spring vibes...........also off topic but i feel like she'd be really interested in the multiple different butterfly designs

helinedmightbehere back with gods mightiest tma hcs !!!! its always lovely to get one of yours after i disappear for a month or so :3

i feel like jon is early september, and was one of the oldest kids in his year at school. martin has mid-november vibes :3

sasha is deffo june, as you said. tim makes a lot of jokes about her being queer and born in pride month

i think tim is either christmas, christmas eve or boxing day. and his family does the boxing day tradition. he gets absolutely BATTERED but they all use the birthday digs excuse combined with boxing day

melanie is right near the end of may. shes such a spring/summer girlie. i like to imagine her dad would take her out of school on her birthday, no matter how old she was.

basira is either april or december and i cant decide. either way, i think some of her earliest memories are of spring time, and thats why she likes butterflies :3

(adding on!!!)

daisy is january. like really early in the year, quite close to new years

jonah is february but og elias is july. smth about the duality of jonah being the cold of winter without the novelty of christmas and the new year and elias being the warmth of summer without suffocating in it as one would in august.

gerry is march, and is either close to or on the same date as eric. when he was born, eric was so happy that him and gerry were so close in birthdays and he thinks it's the cutest thing. mary is just annoyed that the two have yet another thing in common, with how poorly she thinks of eric near the end of their relationship

gertrude is october. loads of the staff in research and library make halloween jokes lmao. shes not that bothered, if anything, she finds it funny.

[lostonehero]

Tma x mechs

Jonny archivist baby

"Is there a reason you're in my office, Sasha?" Jonny looked up from the statement on his desk.

"I've figured it out." Sasha smirks.

Jonny raised a brow. "Figured out what?"

"Why you suddenly became a dick after the promotion." Sasha hums. "You've fallen hard for Tim and Martin and me, but I'm aromantic, so sorry about that, bud. You're trying to cover your tracks by being a dick and pretending you hate everyone."

Jonny scoffs. "Of course not. I'm perfectly being just here as me and.... have you noticed Martin has a spider collection above his desk?" Jonny sighs. It's only been a few decades. How has he gotten so shit at lying?

Sasha raised a brow. "Jon, come off it." She crosses her arms as Jon sighs. "I'm sure if you talked to them they would be on board."

You're mortal all of you. Is what Jonny wanted to shout, but he couldn't. Even with the metal heart, he was falling hard and fast, weird horror be damned. Maybe he could use the weird horrors to keep them around long. He groans. "You have to be included aromantic or not. You're going to be a part of it, even if it's just sex."

"I'm sure I could arrange something." Sasha finishes her text, and there's a shout from Tim outside Jon's office.

"BLOODY KNEW IT." Tim shouts.

Jonny covers his face. He was screwed.

......

It's only been three weeks since they tried out the dating thing. He can only recall one other time truly where he was in love, and that was with Tim, not Stoker, but Gunpowder. It didn't end well. They remained friends, but it hurt. Tim blamed him for his eyes, but Carmillia was already dead to their knowledge, and they didn't mean to find him. They tried again a few times, but it was never the same, and everything it just hurt him more. DTTM was the final straw that broke the camels back. He's happier now than he has been for a long time. His crew probably doesn't even care that he's gone.

"Jon?" Martin's soft voice broke him away from the self hatred. "Jon, are you ok?"

Tim hugged Jonny's arm. "What ya thinking about, boss man?"

"We are literally in bed together. Don't call me that." Jonny sighs. "My ex, his name was also Tim. We became friends after but it was never the same yaknow. We were a part of this group like a family. I had a really bad falling out with them. That's how I ended up here." He sighs. "I'm not good at being open."

Martin sighs and moves Jon to his chest. "You feel like with us, you're betraying what you once had."

Tim nods. "Well, I'll be a better Tim." He hums softly. "You still have your memories even if they aren't great."

Jonny tries to hide his face in Martin's chest. "Enough! You're making me soft."

"That's the only thing soft about you. You're way too thin." Tim chuckles.

Jonny whines as Martin traps him in a soft hug. "Stop. I am a vicious man."

Tim smiles, joining the hug. "Mmh, yes, you're so scary."

"Yes, you make the statements come alive. Even if toy think they're fake." Martin smiles.

Jonny was absolutely fucked. He had to figure out how to keep them alive, and he'll be damned if Carmillia got involved. That bitch better stay the fuck away from here. She better be dead.

.......

It took a year for everything to go to shit. A fucking year. Jonny sat in the empty archives. It started when Sasha got bit by a moth of all things. He didn't think moths had mouths. Then she got sick. Elias was being a dick about it, and soon she was coughing up worms and talking about music she could only hear. She disappeared after that, claiming she was sick and he hadn't heard anything.

Next was Tim. He started to get sick and pale, claimed the light hurt. He wore long sleeves and sunglasses inside, but he didn't change mentally he just... physically, he was changing, and he tried to help, but one day, they were walking, and a cars shadow passed by, and he vanished. He mourned with Martin.

Last was Martin he helped get to the bottom of things. These fear gods were changing his loves, but they were supposed to have a choice. He rubbed his burned hand. Martin went to hill top road and didn't come back.

He should have known better. He can't just play pretend like he was some mortal. He wasn't even human. He could feel something wet drip down his cheeks. He was crying so much lately he was fucking pathetic.

A soft knock on the door made Jonny rub his face and sit up. "What is it?"

"Sup boss man." It was Tim he had sharper teeth, and his eyes were pitch black, but it was him.

"T-Tim?" Jonny shot up out of his seat.

"Yeah, it's me." Tim rubs his arm. "I can promise you I didn't want this. I've become some sort of monster, and you deserve to -" he gasps as Jonny knocks him to the floor in a hug.

"Fuck that, monster or not I still love you." Jonny freezes he never spoke those words since....

Tim pulls Jonny into a kiss. "Are you sure?"

Jonny nods. "You have to help me find Martin and Sasha now. Im a monster, too, I think. I got this weird knowing thing. Elias won't tell me anything, but I know he knows more than he lets on. We I know about the fears, and you've become an avatar. So what? I don't care."

"Jon, I could kill you." Tim still wraps his arms around Jonny."

"And?" Jonny scoffs. "A lot can kill me. it doesn't mean it will stick."

"What?" Tim blinks.

"I'll explain later." Jonny gets up, grabbing Tim's hand. "We have to find Martin."

"Jo-Jon, wait." Tim can't really stop as he's pulled along.

It wasn't hard to find Sasha next her apartment complex was condemned due to infestation. It also took no effort to break into.

"Tell me again why you know how to pick locks?" Tim sighs.

"Immortal space pirate, Tim please keep up." Jonny smirks as the door opens.

"Just because you survived being dragged through the dark doesn't mean I believe you." Tim pinched his brow as worms splattered Jonny, and soon enough, he exploded in worms, leaving a metal heart on the floor and a half eaten corpse. "Jesus fucking christ."

"Don't you hear.... oh hi Tim." Sasha waves as she makes her way across the room. "Seems you've been busy following a different song."

"I didn't have a choice in the manner." Tim frowns, staring down at Jon. He pauses, and his eyes widen, and he jumps back.

Jonny suddenly sits up as his skin knits back together. He now has ears that flare out like a cow and horns. His teeth are sharp he has claws and a long tail. "Ok, the first time I died like that."

Sasha blinks, and the swarm pulls away from Jon. "I'm sorry my brood ate you, and you exploded. Not that I'm mad, but how?"

"Immortal space pirate." Tim and Jonny say at the same time.

Jonny brushes himself off. "Aw shit my disguise failed. Anyway, do you know where Martin is? I'm pretty sure you guys aren't fired, and I'm in love, and I'm not giving up just because you're weird horror creatures. I've fucked weirder."

"I have so many questions." Sasha pursed her lips. "Let me get dressed, and I'll help you look."

"I also have questions." Tim pauses for a moment. "I love you too."

.......

A woman answered the door at hill top road. "Archivist."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, where's Martin?" Jonny crossed his arms.

"Oh, dear archivist mother has plans for him."

"Ew." Jonny scoffs pushing past the woman. "Martin! I don't care what weird creature you've become. I'm not human, so it will be fine."

A confused response from Martin. "I.... what?"

"Martin!" Jonny runs towards the voice, getting caught in a web. "Fuck."

"Hello Annabelle." Sasha waves at the door she looks almost normal minus the moths fluttering around her.

"Mother doesn't want him dead." Annabelle pauses. "What is he hoping to accomplish?"

"True love." Tim dramatically swoons under his umbrella.

"We also warned him not to just run into here but as you can see." Sasha vaguely motions.

"FUCK!" Martin shouts. "WHAT THE FUCK JON?"

"What you act as if this is the first time I've knawed off a limb to get out of something. See, look, it's already growing back." Jonny motions to his newly reformed arm. "Also spider centaur is pretty hot."

Martin pulls Jonny up and kisses him roughly. "You are the weirdest man I've ever met."

"Technically, not a human man." Jonny snickers.

......

Elias was about to pull his hair out. He had no idea how his new archivist had gotten his assistants back after they turned into avatars. It's actually impressive, but since one of them is now the web, he can no longer spy on his archivist. The hats were new, but he couldn't understand why Jon insisted that it's his new thing. It's the middle of summer. He does not need to wear winter hats.

.......

Nastya had returned to the Aurora too much fanfare, and it only took a day for her to ask where Jonny was. She stared at Tim, who crossed his arms. "So?"

Tim sighs. "After we realized we're yaknow truly immortal. He took it the worst and didn't accept it like the rest of us, and he left. Stole a ship and a bunch of shit, but he's been gone for 100 years. Lyf took his position as lead singer, but we have been looking for him."

"We don't have a way to track him." Brian adds. His metal body has been changing to reflect how he looked before the mechanisms. He was very quiet about it, but it was extremely noticeable. His top hat covered his fox like ears. "We all want him back. We found you by accident looking for him."

Nastya frowns. "He's gone?"

Tim frowns and looks away. "He didn't even take the metal box he keeps under his bed."

"Bullshit." Nastya touches the wall. "Aurora, track the ship Jonny stole. I'm getting my brother back. You're going to apologize." She points to Tim. "He's our captain."

Tim nods. "I fucked up."

.....

"Man, you human holidays are fun." Jonny's tail flicked happily behind him. The Magnus Institute was throwing a massive festival for Halloween. Elias was taking statements he insisted on that. "Didn't have anything like this on my astroid."

Martin followed behind with normal legs but 8 eyes and three pairs of arms. "Well , we will remedy that."

Tim seems to have hair that floated like rising darkness. His eyes were pitch black, and his mouth was full of sharp teeth. He was wearing a shirt. Jonny made him say the better Tim. "Martin, I think he likes it for the amount of sweets he's able to get."

Jonny scoffs. "I like the costumes."

"You're not even dressed up." Sasha raised a brow. "You said that was your normal outfit in space."

"Well, yeah, but it's not normal here, and humans don't have ears teeth or a tail like mine." Jonny huffs.

"Point taken." Martin chuckles. "Oh, looks like Elias got a band to play for the festival."

"It's not a band it's an open mic. A feast of stage fright." Jonny hums. "I'll perform something."

"Spoiling us?" Tim purrs.

"Yes, always." Jonny gasps as Martin picks him up.

"You're a hopeless romantic for someone who has lived as long as you and claims to be just as bitter." Martin smiles.

"Only for you guys." Jonny kisses the right side of Martin's mandible. "We could just skip this and have fun in the bedroom."

"Horndog." Tim chuckles. "How about after we hear you sing song bird?"

"Tim's right." Martin's gaze darkens. "You have to both earn it."

Jonny shudders. "Yes, sir."

Tim nods eagerly.

.......

"Impressive costumes." A cheery soft voice came from a tall, muscular sailor captain.

Lyf blinks. "Um, hello."

"Costume?" TS tilts their head.

"I didn't think Nikola would change for Halloween." A man wrapped around the sailors arm.

"Um, right...." Lyf sighs. "Um, could you help us? We're looking for a man going by Jonathan Sims." He hopes Nastya was right in the fake name Jonny chose.

"You're looking for my archivist?" The man's eyes flash green.

Lyf's eyes flashed rainbow. "I'm sorry. Did you say archivist?"

"Correct. I'm Elias Bouchard. This is a nice Halloween festival for my insistute. Jon is with his partners traversing the festive scene." He gives a sinister smile. "I highly suggest the activities while you look."

"That Sounds Like Jolly Good Fun." TS drags Lyf into the festival grounds.

"W-wait, TS!" Lyf groans he had more questions to ask.

......

Inspector: At the Halloween festival with TS. It's being thrown by the Magnus Institute. TS has prevented me from asking more questions to the head of said institute. However, Jonny might be the head archivist.

Archivist: There is a 100% that's bullshit.

Fire Fire: that's a good joke kid

GP: there's a open mic here to perform.

TS: I Made A New Friend.

There's a picture of TS next to a mannequin who seemed nervous in clown makeup. There appears to be human skin stretched tightly around the plastic body.

TS: This Is Nikola.

Inspector: Tim why the fuck didn't you warn us about earth?

GP: What the fuck are you talking about

GP: TS what the fuck.

Drumbot: I am with Nastya. We have found a meat themed activity. I agree with Lyf. This doesn't seem very human. However my phone will be taken for this so I will talk later.

GP: meat?

GP: Brian?

Doctor: I am going to the mushroom tent! Lyf invitation open to join. I think they will enjoy the fact I am poisonous.

Inspector: Marius we still haven't figured out what you are.

Science officer: Not for a lack of trying. Anyway, I'm going to find that meat tent.

Fire Fire: there's a woman named Jude Perry and she's all about Fire I'm going to find her.

Nastya: They did not let me in with Brian. However, they did give me some sort of meat on a stick. Jonny would love this.

GP: ill play my song. If he's here, he'll come to watch right?

Nastya: I will join you.

.......

Brian stumbled out of the tent. His throat hurt from screaming. He stopped in his tracks and when he looked down at his hands and saw flesh. He blinks and continues to stare. He could feel more so than he did before. He could hear the heart in his chest. He can feel his fox ears twitch under his hat. He could feel his tail. When did he get a tail? He always had one before...

A man bumped into him. "Oh shit sorry man." The man paused, tilting his head. "You ok?"

Brian stared at the man, and it was Jonny. He had glasses on and his normal outfit. "I uh...." He could feel everything, and he was getting overwhelmed. "I think... I." He felt Jonny grab his arm.

"Come on, you look like you're about to pass out." Jonny says softly, leading him to a table where three other people are already sitting down. "Hey, I know promised snacks, but we'll he looks like he's about to panic." He sits the man down who stares down at his hands.

Brian blinks as a bottle of water is put in his hands. He can't eat or drink. Why was this... he unscrewed the cap and drained the contents. Something wet dripped down his cheeks. A soft warm had patted his back, and Jonny sat to his left.

"Hey, are you ok?" A soft voice came from Brian's right. A man with eight eyes and a spider mandible gives a soft smile. He hands over half of a sandwich. "I know the tents can be much for anyone."

"Because avatars run them." The man with shadow like hair sighs. He hands Brian a few tissues. "It's impossible to stop others from being dragged inside."

Brian nibbled on the sandwich. It's been millions of years since he ate anything since he could taste. He couldn't even feel the metal in him, but he knew it was still there. It was changed and he couldn't understand, but this was the best meal he had ever had.

"So what's your costume? It seems very realistic." Jonny smiles.

Brian swallows and wipes his face. It was still so overwhelming, but he could handle it. He pulls off his hat to reveal two fluffy fox ears.

"Oh, let me guess! A foxy magician!" The woman chuckles as moths flutter around her.

"No, he's obviously an animal tamer turned animal." The man nudged her and they both giggle.

"He could just be a furry." Jonny wiggles his brows and the table erupts into laughter.

Brian can't help but laugh along.

"Wait, I have one he's a musician." The spider man smiles.

Brian giggles and nods. "Correct!"

"I'm an ex musician." Jonny smirks.

"No, you're not. You take every chance to perform." The man throws a crumple piece of paper at him.

"Ok, fine, I'm a part-time musician and full-time archivist." Jonny smiles. "Ah, right, let me introduce everyone. The man in the better Tim shirt is Tim, the lovely lady with the various moths is Sasha, and the spider guy is Martin. I'm Jon, the archivist of this insistute, currently dating the two handsome gentlemen, and fucking Sasha because she's happily aromantic."

Sasha salutes.

Martin waves, and Brian notices he has three pairs of arms.

Tim throws finger guns. "You're free to join us. Jon's got a sweet tooth, and double boss man got some American sweets for a few booths."

Jonny nods and gets up. "He's an honorary assistant for the day then."

"You probably shouldn't say that, Elias might actually hire him." Martin chuckles.

"To be fair, he hired you." Sasha winks getting up.

Martin chuckles, holding one hand out to Brian. "Come on, we'll help you navigate this place."

Brian realizes Jonny doesn't recognize him. Which makes sense if he wasn't metal anymore. He also left before his body started to change to reflect what he looked like before mechanisms. He sighs and nods. Might as well see what has happened to Jonny.

"I'll lead the way!" Jonny hops up.

"Eye eye boss man." Tim chuckles.

Jonny rolls his eyes. "We are literally together. Don't call me that."

"Fine, sorry, cowboy." Tim smirks as Jonny blushes.

"... go back to boss man." Jonny says with a deep blush on his features.

.......

Drumbot has changed his name to Brian

Brian sent a photo

It's a picture of Jonny between two men looking happy. Both men are kissing either cheek, and he has a sign that says little cowboy and his partners.

Brian: Jonny doesn't recognize me, but I also don't recognize me.

GP: I'm sorry, but Jonny got hitched!

Nastya: He's wearing wedding bands? Isn't that a human custom?

GP: Brian, what switch are you on

Brian: None

Archivist: impossible

Brian sends another picture

It seems to be a selfie. He has grayish goldish skin, soft, long hair, and big fox ears. He doesn't appear to be made of metal anymore.

Brian: The meat tent was actually a guise for a Flesh god.

GP: this literally can't be earth

Doctor: I think I accidently poisoned the nice mushroom man.

Lyf: I need to bleach my eyes.

Fire Fire: I think I believe Brian becoming flesh again over Jonny getting hitched

Archivist: this is all highly unlikely scenarios

Science officer: I am grabbing you Brian.

TS: My New Friend Stole My Arm Then Screamed When It Reattached

Lyf: I'll get TS from causing a panic.

Doctor: Wait let me come with you my love.

Lyf: not until you bathe in a bath of bleach

Doctor: only for you.

GP: I'm going to rip my eyes out.

........

"Brian!" A woman swoops down mechanical wings spread out as she grabs Brian's shoulder. "It even feels like flesh."

"Ah." Martin pauses. "So, is this a former crew member?"

"Yup." Jonny hums and sips on his bright orange drink.

"So how many are there, like 9?" Tim raised a brow.

"Well, Nastya left, but Lyf joined, and Aurora can be considered a mech as well." Jonny shrugs.

"Isn't Brian supposed to be metal?" Sasha nudges Jonny.

"You know that explains what he looks so familair and yeah he is supposed to be metal." Jonny shrugs again, watching Raphaella poke and prode Brian.

"No wonder why he had a panic attack." Tim hums. "I probably would too if I went from metal to flesh."

"Jonny...?" A Russian accent caught Jonny's attention.

"Nastya?" Jonny smiles. "It's been a while and it's nice to see you."

"What happened to you?" Nastya stops right in front of Jonny.

"Therapy mostly, got hitched, and git a degree, became archivist, and just enjoying life with weird horror gods. What's up with you? It's pretty fucked up that you broke up with Aurora because she changed physically but not mentally."

Nastya blinks and opens her mouth, but Jonny cuts her off.

"Yaknow, I spent decades helping her through the breakup and losing my sister." Jonny sips his drink obnoxiously. "Eh, I'm mostly over it, Marius was right. Therapy does help. Anyway, congrats on rejoining the mechs or whatever you're doing."

Raphealla and Brian have both stopped and stared at Jonny.

Brian takes a breath. "I think my ears are malfunctioning."

"No, I heard that too." Raphaella blinks.

Nastya stared stunned at Jonny.

"Have a fun time and stay away from the tents, you'll get pretty fucked up in you go into them, and not in the fun way." Jonny gets scooped up by Martin.

"I think that was very emotionally grown of you." Martin smiles.

"Does this mean the other Tim is here? Oh fuck yeah I'm going to fuck with him." Tim runs off and jumps into a shadow.

"Follow him!" Jonny climbs to Martin's shoulders. "This is going to fucking confuse Elias to no end."

Martin chuckles. "With pleasure."

[hauntedteacups]

“You’re doing well, Jon. I only hope you can continue your growth without my guidance.”

[Image ID: A series of black and white images arranged in a grid as follows:

Two dark figures on a staircase. A dark hallway lined with books. London’s Big Ben on a cloudy night. Hands opening a jewellery box with an eye inside. An eye with “the eye has no conscience” written below it. Hands crading the head of a marble sculpture. Two pairs of feet wearing dress shoes intertwined, one wearing ankle cuffs. A painting of a man staring up at a moth. Three overlaid silhouettes of a man.]

[hibiscera]

Hiiiii, is me! ^^ (fellow Crowmoth fan, hehe)

Any Crowmoth pet hcs? Since both of them have a whole animal theme to them (though not as literally as my Crowmoth XD)

Anywho, love your art and your stuff! You're amazing ^^

WAAUGHHH FIRST OF ALL THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! Your kind words mean the world to me, I’m so happy people enjoy my silly little crowmoth thoughts!! AND I LOVE YOUR CROWMOTH ART TOO AAAAA I have to draw your versions sometime!! It always makes me so happy when I see the tag update from someone other than me. 🥹💖

PET HCS!!! Yes yes yes, so Drury has MISSY!! Who is from canon. :D

I just became so immediately endeared to him being a cat person, I had to include Missy in my verse. 🥺💖 He adopts her post-mothening, when he’s supposed to be on lookout for Oswald but… stumbles upon a little stray kitten. Batman finds him playing with her and is like (: Kitty Cat.

I also have him adopt another cat soon after her, but she is still unnamed… but I wanna make her either a tortie or calico!! Missy is very attached to Drury, but the other one loooooves Jonathan and follows him around the house if he’s over.

And then there’s Silkie and all of his caterpillars… he doesn’t consider them pets so much as they consider them his children.

Then there’s Jon!! Once he and Drury finally start dating, Missy and Cat 2 also count as his pets. :3c He likes that Missy looks like a little Halloween cat… I like to think he also has a soft spot for cats, and Drury adopting cats really seals the deal. Catch him grading papers on Drury’s couch with the girls curled up with him.

He also of course has a good relationship with some crows that frequent the fire escape of his apartment. ☺️ One of them probably earning the name Nightmare. He started feeding them and bonded with them so now he has this murder of crows who’ve got his back.

Drury did well with them at first, but after the mothening, his new moth instincts kicked in and he accidentally scared them off with his eyespots… 😭

Jonathan catches him one day on the fire escape trying to make peace with them again… 💖

[mimosaeyes]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love!

Thank you for thinking of me!

For no reason at all, I tried to pick fics from across different years and fandoms. Let's do this in reverse chronological order, with the most recently published fic first.

来日方长 | the days ahead are long (Mysterious Lotus Casebook) is about Fang Duobing and Li Lianhua fixing up Lotus Tower together and beginning to heal. It's soft and sad and hopeful, and means a lot to me personally in terms of my mental health journey.

我的脚步脊梁都挺在这里 (Daomu Biji) has Liu Sang visiting the Iron Triangle in Rain Village and meeting four adorable chicks, one of whom is an impostor, gasp! I've been told this fic is like a vacation, and so chill it makes your heartbeat slow down.

flew like a moth to you (Guardian) is classic hurt/comfort featuring Zhao Yunlan ineptly but tenderly taking care of Shen Wei after his imprisonment in Dixing. I still like the imagery in the closing lines, and the touches of humour that balance out the angst.

I Was Found (The Magnus Archives) is my post-canon fic about Jon and Martin adopting a calico cat who is blind in one eye. Bizarrely, a year after I published this fic, my sister adopted a calico cat who is blind in one eye. Also, in retrospect, I realise that this fic establishes a niche I now keep going back to: post-canon + established relationship + healing vibes + cute animals

like a clockmaker fixes time (The Watchmaker of Filigree Street novels) fills in the two-year time skip near the end of The Lost Future of Pepperharrow, with Mori working through his guilt and looking after Thaniel. Mori's clairvoyance and Thaniel's synesthesia add a fun twist to the writing, and a couple of commenters said they felt like they were still reading the actual novel.

Tagging @tinbramble, @missfangirll, @thelaithlyworm, @the-gail, @chancellorxofxtrash and @justawanderingbabbit

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ENT0012

RE: Dreams, hunger, and...libraries.

Apologies to anyone reading this if my words are...difficult to parse. It is difficult for me to write them. My compositional skills seems to have been affected strongly by whatever malaise I'm currently plagued with.

I feel...exhausted. My head is still throbbing. It's as though I've been hit with a full body migraine. It feels like I've just been on a bender - I haven't been hungover since uni, but this feeling is upsettingly close. The headache, the nausea, the stiffness in my joints and soreness in my muscles...the overwhelming sensation that you are just about to vomit but never do. I feel my eye twitching and my hands shake as I type this. No amount of hydration and pain medication seem to be effective. I'm tempted to rifle through Jon's medicine cabinet, I'm sure he has something to at least ease my symptoms a little bit.

Regardless -

As reluctant as I am to admit it, it would appear that Gerry is correct regarding the...altered state...I assume when I am...hungry.

It is the most delectable and destructive binge cycle, an addiction and craving that simultaneously drains and fulfills. And like all addictions, it leaves me starving for more. More and more and more, the hunger inside me demands I pursue and consume until my body cannot physically stand it, and even still it pushes and pushes pushes.

It was due to this craving that I found myself in the library - not the one I work at, but the public library. The staff there always is happy to see Jon, it seems, he is a staple there of sorts. Before, he would come in almost daily, chat with the staff, exchange book recommendations and petty gossip - I'm sure they wonder at "his" new less than sunny disposition. One of them asked after me, offered assistance and "anything I can do to help". That same employee was the one to greet me this visit, and I requested access to their own archive - typically a closed collection that requires staff supervision to access, and only by appointment. Jon, however, is apparently an exception to this rule; whether by virtue of his own position working with rare and special collections or a personal connection with library staff, I do not know. I am not going to question it too thoroughly though, as it got me the access I required.

The local library's archive is in the basement of the central branch, in a dark room with humming overhead fluorescent lighting and a concrete floor that is prone to flooding. The stacks are tall and close together - not the open and accessible structure of the stacks above - but claustrophobic and daunting. The books seem to watch you as you enter, and the feeling of being observed is enough to make you snap your neck for checking behind you constantly.

It is...a comforting, familiar feeling. I felt more relaxed in that moment than I have for a while now, knowing that whatever was Watching me, I was Watching it back. I felt the stacks welcome me, embrace me, coax me in with sweet whispers of long forgotten knowledge and like a moth to flame I followed, allowing it to consume me as I would soon be consuming it.

That is, unfortunately, the...last thing I clearly remember. The rest of the day was spent in a blur of crumbling old paper, the smell of ink and dust and blood, the furious and unbreakable feeding. The more books I devoured, the stronger I became, the more fervid and energized and demanding; from the darkest corners of this place I pried centuries old documents full of forgotten names and statements. I could feel their ghosts inside me, part of me now, revived by the despicable necromancy of remembrance. If I want, I can still hear their voices speaking to me, though it makes my headache worse.

I...am not sure how long I was there. I seem to have lost an entire day of time, if not longer. At some point I must've fallen asleep, as I remember the dreaming - the dreams of Watching those that have fed my hunger. I walked the corridors of a House that is not correct, I sat inside the suffocating toybox, I saw the colors shift and twist and laugh, I saw claws and teeth ripping flesh and running through the forest, I heard the buzzing of a million flies, I watched as the beast executed the immaculately strategized murder, and I watched as a familiar but strange face awoke me in the library so that I could Watch him, too, as he gave himself to the power that calls to him.

It wasn't until...sometime...this morning? Yesterday? I'm not entirely certain, but at some point, the friendly library staff member shook me awake, her face stern but concerned. She told me I had to leave, and I didn't resist, I don't think I could've, the state I was in. She had threatened to call emergency services, I apparently looked terrible. It seems as though the library staff believed me to have gone on some sort of drug induced bender - the kind that made me lose my mind and tear through the archives leaving a mess of paper and blood in my wake.

Today I received a letter in the mail informing me that I've been banned from all public library locations for a period of 3 months.

I think I've gotten everything I needed from there, though. After all...

I ate their entire Archive.

And it does not want leftovers.

[ao3feed-jonmartin]

Labyrinth of the Moth

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ueQTgXF by PUPPUNKZ His motivation for doing this favor was selfish. Peter promised Martin he’d explain everything – his motivation for helping Martin, his intentions, all of it – if Martin just did him one favor: find out what Elias was keeping in the tunnels. “He has some kind of pet project down there and he won’t tell me about it,” Peter had explained, arms crossed and stormy gray eyes examining his nails, “And he loves to monologue about his latest schemes.” He had pointed at Martin then, leaning back in his chair. The fog he emitted had seemed to coil and shift, leaving it unclear where Peter ended and the smog around him began. “I want you to figure out what’s down there.” alternative title: what do do when your evil boss turns your workplace crush into an all-seeing moth Words: 800, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus, Peter Lukas, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Sasha James, Martin Blackwood Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Sasha James & Tim Stoker, Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus/Peter Lukas, Martin Blackwood & Peter Lukas, Martin Blackwood & Sasha James & Tim Stoker Additional Tags: Archivist Sasha James, Moth Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Monster Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, nesting but in a normal way, Canon-Typical Worms (The Magnus Archives), Canon-Typical Violence, Autistic Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, this is like half planned so, Tags May Change, also my first fic so, Tags Are Hard, Tim Stoker Lives (The Magnus Archives), Sasha James Lives, Mythology References, this whole fic inspired by a book I read about the minotaur lol, No beta we kayak like Tim, like post season 2 technically, I'm not relistening to the podcast to make this make sense ok. use yer imagination read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ueQTgXF

[weirwitch]

thank u for the tags @thenn & @huramuna!

1. How many works do you have on ao3 (or masterlist)? - none currently, but i’ve been focusing on two wips as of late!! i’ll be cross-posting them on archive of our own, wattpad, fanfiction.net, and here sometime soon.

2. What’s your total ao3 word count? - ^

3. What fandoms do you write for? - mainly a song of ice and fire/game of thrones/house of the dragon. i have some ideas floating around my noggin for star wars and harry potter, but i’m doubtful they’ll ever be posted

4. Top five fics by kudos - none until i get off my procrastinating tushie and excavate my fics from the drafts

5. Do you respond to comments? - every single one bc i fear my body yearns for validation like water...

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? - definitely my wip set during the dance of the dragons, very tentatively named moth to a flame 🤭

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? - i’d refer to it as bittersweet > happy, but i’d say my agot wip, witching hour

8. Do you get hate on fics? - i have not and i pray i never do

9. Do you write smut? - i have not... yet 😈

10. Craziest crossover? - feeling so vanilla rn saying no to all of these questions, but i have not partaken

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? - unfortunately 😵‍💫

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? - i haven’t, but i’m definitely open to that once i’ve posted!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? - not for one singular fic, but i am working on an asoiaf series of connected fics with my bffie @thenn! it's called the dream for dawn 🌄

14. All time favorite ship? - definitely maerwynn/pate/jon, aka the main ship of witching hour 🤭 they’re poly (bc jon snow is a bi king) and my fun way of subverting the love triangle trope!

5. What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? - probably my jedi: fallen order wip, sol invictus ☀️ the main oc is a force-sensitive bounty hunter whose name is jeska sol, and she’s paired with inquisitor au!cal kestis bc that has always been very sexy to me

16. What are your writing strengths? - felt too Cocky to answer this myself, so i relied on @thenn (as per usual)... according to miss dani, my ocs and lore changes/additions feel unique but still merge well with canon, and i tone-match grrm’s writing style very well (“u could ghostwrite twow and ados and no one would notice”). she also says house weir is easily her favourite original house. yes i have tears in my eyes, next question please

17. What are your writing weaknesses? - dani says my downfall is continuously writing the same 10 chapters over and over again bc i think they’re no good. and she would be right

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language? - all good, as long as a translation is included!!

19. First fandom you wrote in? - this just unlocked the deepest, darkest memory... my friends and i used to write pokémon fics together in the first grade. we'd even print them off using the school printer and disperse them to the class. i wish i could read them 🥲i can still see the stapled pages and the comic sans font in my mind's eye, and i KNOW there was a dramatic arc of ash cheating on misty with may

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? - definitely witching hour, coming soon to a tumblr near you 😝

tagging: @starkladies @vecnacreels @cardeegans @jennyofoldflowers @sainteda

[of-void-and-stars]

Hey! I'm offering pixel art in @fandomtrumpshate, a fanworks auction benefitting charities that support progressive causes, and bidding is open now! For a minimum bid of just 10$ (that, again, goes to a charity of your choosing from a given list!) you could have pixel art based on The Magnus Archives, Rusty Quill Gaming, or Wheel of Time.

Examples of my work below

ID: a collage of four pixel art pieces.

Top left: an overfull carboard box filled with off-white paper files. The box is messily labeled "uncategorized", the background is light green.

Top right: Martin Blackwood, a fat white man with lots of freckles, standing with his bare back to the viewer. He's wearing black boxers and he has short curly reddish brown hair. The background is a pastel blue to pink gradient.

Bottom left: Jon and Martin from a Spiritfarer AU, standing on a grassy hill under a star-filled night sky with a crescent moon. Martin noteably has fogged over glasses and wears a capelet with a large, bright clasp - the everlight. Jon has moth traits - antennae, neck fluff, two extra arms, and of course wings.

Bottom right: Grizzop a grey goblin in a cream, laced shirt, seen from the chest up and smiling fondly. The backgrouns is dark green.

End ID

I'm very much open to negotiation and talking about what you'd like to see so feel free to reach out here on tumblr beforehand!

Bidding runs till this Sunday, March 5th, at 8PM EST.

Ready to bid? You can find my auction here

There's a bunch of other great auctions in each of the listed fandoms too so I encourage you to browse those tags, or those of other fandoms you're interested in, as well!

[curls-cat]

brainrotting HARD but listen to me. tma/sisters grimm au. mirror being somewhere between an avatar of the eye and a leitner who manipulates Sabrina into starting the apocalypse in a way that's similar to Elias & jon. that's all thank you

OH yes OH OH OH i LOVE this idea

puck is a stranger avatar maybe? or no, i think henry and veronica would have to get stranger'ed (or maybe lonelie'd?). puck could be corruption. he's buglike, maybe he's MORE bug? the pixies are just his swarm of glowworms? also he's just a gross boy

and sabrina has a natural inclination towards either the hunt or the slaughter, but for story purposes we'd go with the hunt--so mirror is sort of shoving her in the general direction of different fears as she works her way towards being a full hunt avatar, and she's so ANGRY that of course she's going to hunt these things.

canis is a slaughter avatar, but he's fighting so hard against it (you could do SUCH cool things with canis' story in a tma verse--if gouging out your eyes frees you from the eye, what do you have to remove to keep yourself from the slaughter? where does your fury live? your hands? your teeth? your claws?)

other thoughts: the giants are the vast, red is spiral, atticus is the stranger (which means sabrina's parents get lonelied), i think bluebeard would be the flesh because his fairy tale is pretty gory, sheepshank is a web avatar, twisting other people to be angrier.

the buried the dark and the desolation i'm not sure about--we've got heart, nottingham, and moth left as villains, but i sort of think that JAKE might be a better desolation than any of them.

and daphne? daphne is the end. she's kind, and sweet, and as her sister hunts you down, she invites you to a quiet, peaceful rest.

[morning-softness]

Art vs Artist(’s Pet)

[Image Description: A 3 square by 3 square grid consisting of 8 pieces of digital artwork of characters from The Magnus Archives positioned around a photo of a short haired guinea pig hiding under a blanket.

The top left artwork is a picture of Jonathan Sims sitting in a desk chair and looking towards the right. Jon is depicted as a fat British Indian man with medium brown skin and short greying black hair, wearing gold-framed glasses, a white dress shirt, a blue waistcoat, a red tie, and an ace ring.

The top middle artwork is a picture of Sasha James holding her head in her hands as though frustrated. Sasha is depicted as a thin Black British woman with mid-length hair, wearing a red turtleneck shirt and red-framed glasses. Her fingernails are painted red as well. This is the only artwork where the artist has attempted shading. All the others are flat-colored.

The top right artwork is a picture of Tim Stoker leaning against a desk, holding a grey reusable water bottle, and looking towards the left. Tim is depicted as a fat and muscular man with tan skin. He has short, curly, greying brown hair in an undercut, and a short beard. Tim is wearing a red polo shirt with the collar unbuttoned, and a fidget bracelet on his wrist. His nails are painted black.

The middle left artwork is a picture of Melanie King. She is depicted as a slim British Chinese woman with light skin. Melanie has short dark hair cut in a bob with dyed blue streaks running through it, and her fingernails are painted light blue. She is wearing a teal t-shirt with a cartoon illustration of a ghost and a net, and text reading “Ghost Hunt UK.” She has a necklace shaped like a moth. Melanie is holding a camera up as if taking a photo.

The middle right artwork is a picture of Melanie King as a child. She has short dark hair cut in a bob, with a single clip-on strand of blue fake hair. Her fingernails are painted light blue. She is wearing a teal t-shirt with a cartoon illustration of a moth and a net, and text reading “Chase Your Dreams.” Melanie is holding a camera up as if taking a photo.

The bottom left artwork is a picture of Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood cuddling on a sofa. They are both holding mugs of tea. Martin is draped in a blanket and holding a television remote. Jon has his arm draped over Martin’s shoulder. Both of them are wearing blue jumpers, and Jon is wearing grey trousers. Martin is depicted as a Vietnamese Polish man with light skin, short dark hair, and freckles. He is wearing glasses.

The bottom middle artwork is a picture of Georgina Barker. She is sitting at a table with one arm resting on the tabletop and the other propping up her head. She has a tired expression. Georgie is depicted as a fat Black British woman with mid-length hair in dreadlocks. She is wearing a long sleeved blue shirt. Her eyeshadow, lipstick, and nail polish are all silver.

The bottom right artwork is a picture of Tim Stoker looking uncomfortable while holding a heart-shaped box of chocolates, a bouquet of blue hydrangeas, and two wrapped gifts. The background of the picture is the aromantic flag. End Description.]

[celiastjamesoscar]

Hello Grace! Today on December 6th people celebrate Nikolaus day here. We get small gifts/chocolate put into out boots. I don't know why, I don't understand who Nikolaus is but happy Nikolaus day from Tina and Buda!

😭 Stinky is just like me. I, too, am just here to kick ass and sleep as much as possible. Little dude has life all figured out. Tell me all about your tattoo idea!! Maybe talking about it helps... if not I will offer you shelter until your mom calmed down from her murderous rage.

AND OMG O FINALLY GOT MY NOUGAT COOKIES. I'M A WHORE FOR NOUGAT I LOVE IT SO MUCH.

Impossible question time: Is there a treat/food that you go feral for?

Happy holiday love!! Not to pick a side or anything, but Buda looks amazing in his hat, were as Tina just looks like she wants to murder people

Stinky does have his life figured out, and I am a little jealous of him for it. I want to get the moth from ‘The Silence of the Lambs’ tattooed on the upper part of my back. Legally she can’t stop me from getting me, as I’m 19, but I shall respect her rules for as long as I live in her house. Even though I hate the rules sometimes 🙄

YOUR NOUGAT COOKIES LOOK DELICIOUS!!! IM SO HAPPY THAT YOU FINALLY GOT THEM!

A treat that I will absolutely go feral over has to be E.L. Fudge cookies. I will fight tooth and nail to get my hands on a single cookie. But I also get pretty protective over my girl-scout cookies (I once gave my friend a brownie with laxative in it during school because she ate my box of thin mints)

Also, completely random, but Jon started yelling in German in the middle of class today, and then a student starting speaking German because of it 😭