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go-to-the-mirror · 2 years ago

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Hello, @a-mag-a-day. Apologies for the deception but I rather wanted to make sure you started reading, so I thought it best not to announce myself. I'm assuming you're alone; you always did prefer to read your statements in private. I wouldn't try too hard to stop reading; there's every likelihood you'll just hurt yourself. So just listen. Now, shall we turn the page and try again?

Statement of landscaping-your-mind regarding episode 160 of The Magnus Archives.

Statement begins.

So, from all the stuff I scheduled for today you can probably tell I really like episode 160 of The Magnus Archives, right? Like, good lord, it is... it is a time. (Also, the words were really good (and also there's poetry) so :D incentive!)

Firstly, though, I have to say something. It's not the Watcher's Crown. The Watcher's Crown is the ritual Jonah Magnus attempted years ago. This is unnamed in canon, but Jonny said it could've been called The Magnus Archives.

Secondly... I would like to draw your attention towards the description of the youtube version of this episode. (to paraphrase)

The Magnus Archive discovers that some escapes are a lot easier than others.

Ahahahahaha AHAHAHAAHAHAH WHAT-

I hate this so much. Like, with a burning passion. "The Magnus Archives discovers that some escapes are a lot easier than others" COME TO MY HOME AND KILL ME YOU COWARD! It just hurts, it just... hurts.

He can escape London, but he can't escape his ✨ purpose ✨

You ever think about how The Magnus Archives follows the story of Magnus' Archive? I do. A lot. I haven't even started listening yet, god, this episode am I right?

MARTIN (Joking) Or, (huffed laugh) or it is, and she just cleaned it up really well. (They both make uncomfortable chuckles) ARCHIVIST …Yes. (The Archivist makes an uneasy noise)

THEYRE BOTH SO AWKWARD THEY HAVEN'T TALKED TO A NORMAL HUMAN IN OVER A YEAR

Just their really awkward laughter, oh my godd they're so endearing your honour, I'm so glad this episode and TMA ends at the 5 minute mark (< in denial)

ARCHIVIST Hopefully a long way out there. (soft) But I think we’re okay

THEY ARE IN LOVE YOUR HONOUR

I just love how soft Jon's voice gets around Martin, like, like, eeeee i just love them i love them they're the reason im aro bc i know i will never love someone romantically as much as jmart loves each other /j

MARTIN Oh, n-no, not yet. I was actually gonna head down into the village to go pick something up?

Ooooh yay I get to share my "where are they in scotland" headcanons! I think they're near Dunnet, because it's pretty far north and in the Highland area, and it's also got allegedly the only full time gunshop north of Inverness, and... yknow, it is Daisy's safehouse.

ARCHIVIST Anyway, don’t tell me the phonebox down there doesn’t appeal to your retro aesthetic.

your honour they're lightheartedly teasing each other <3

ARCHIVIST I’ll be fine.

SOFT!

(update im wrtinging with a cat on my lap now hes big. im balancing my computer on my leg.)

MARTIN I assume it’s her attempt at a- a, a varied diet? Eating your greens, you know? ARCHIVIST (Amused) Probably. (reassured) I’m sure it’ll work fine

hhh them <3 it's just like they're so... they're happy. they're so happy, and it's like nothing gold will stay or whatever

they had such a short amount of time

i wish they were ok

MARTIN …I will give you some privacy. Go for a walk. ARCHIVIST (Warmly) Let me know if you see any good cows. MARTIN Obviously I’m going to tell you if I see any good cows.

I'm...

them being happy is almost worse, right. because what once was a surprise we now know will happen, we have to deal with the dread, and it's all bitter now, the happiness is rotten because of what lurks after.

some people can listen to the first five minutes and feel okay, but me?

for me it just hurts.

ARCHIVIST (CONT’D) (Pleasantly) Statement of Hazel Rutter regarding a fire in her childhood home. Original statement given August 9th, 1992. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, The Archivist. Statement begins.

He sounded so happy... he sounded so happy.

This is the first time he's happy before he reads a statement. He was happy, he was hiding from the police and the hunters and Daisy and Not!Sasha with his boyfriend in Scotland. And then, and then Jonah Magnus comes in and decides to end the world like a bastard.

I don't want to hit play. I don't want to know what comes next. I want to stop listening. I want Jon and Martin to be okay. I want it to be the real statement of Hazel Rutter.

I just want it to be the real statement of Hazel Rutter.

I get it, right, horror tragedy! This was the desired effect. I am supposed to be feeling these emotions. These emotions being very sad. Well done to Jonny, lovely writing. Fantastic! I love TMA with my whole heart. I think that it's fantastic. I don't want to hit play though. I'm here for the characters suffering, I got in through The Hermit Archives, I wanted more of the horror! I am here for suffering! I'm here for the suffering. I'm hitting play.

Statement of Jonah Magnus regarding Jonathan Sims, The Archivist. Statement begins.

He could have just ended the world. Like, the whole... forcing Jon to monologue about all the times he was manipulated into furthering Jonah's plan? That's fucked. That is fucked. Just put the ritual there you slimy piece of shit!

It’s rare that you get the chance to monologue through the voice of another, and you can’t tell me you’re not curious.

*me to my dog, in the "talking to a dog" voice* You wanna kill him too! Hey! You wanna kill him too!

Like, okay, so you're Jon and you're reading this statement and you can't stop, and this bastard says "you can't tell me you're not curious." Tell me that's not going to make him think that if he tried a little harder then he would've been able to stop reading. Tell me that's not going to make him think that a part of him wanted to end the world, and that's why he's still reading. Tell me that's not going to make him blame himself even more.

The only way to ensure I did not suffer the tribulations of what I believed to be an inevitable transformation was to bring it about myself.

He's so bloody arrogant. He puts himself above the entire world. It makes sense, he's from Regency era England, but like, it's still... really awful. Awful person.

Beyond that, I was getting older, and mortality began to weigh more heavily on my mind. How much in this world is done because we fear death, the last and greatest terror?

When I fear death I distract myself, not try to end the world. Like, this guy is just so evil. His only redeeming quality is being funny sometimes.

Everyone dies, Jack Magnet, you just chose to be a bastard about it.

Of course, I had to make sure the location was kept under my control while I worked on revising my plans, and so I moved the organization I had founded to assist in my research down to London, and the Institute as you know it, was born.

Right, so The Magnus Protocol's Magnus Institute was located in Manchester, and I'm not an expert on the geography of the United Kingdom, and basically know nothing about Manchester, bar that it has the... football, I want to say, team Manchester United? I don't know how I know that. But it seems as though Jonah Magnus didn't attempt his ritual, or attempted it some other way in that universe.

You see, the role of Archivist has been part of the Beholding for as far back as my research can go. This isn’t uncommon for the Powers; most of the beliefs around them are guesswork and fallible human interpretation, but there are certain through lines and consistencies that can be spotted, regardless of the trappings.

I wonder what the others are. The Dancer could be one - The Dancer in The Unknowing. I think Jonny said in a QnA, but you know, the author is dead, he's speaking to us posthumously, that The Architect could have been one. Not sure what others. If y'all have any ideas... 👀

More than once I thought she must secretly be of the Hunt; but there was never that sick joy in her, that thrill of predator and prey. She had simply decided that this was her position in life, and went about it with a practicality that even I found disconcerting at times.

Ok, Mr. Jonah "orchestrates twelve traumatising events for this one guy and gets him to end the world" Magnus. He cannot talk, he cannot talk at all. Sure, she sacrificed people, but she wasn't malicious. She did it for a cause. Did she believe she was good? I'm not sure she cared.

Jonah Magnus is just awful for his own self gain.

You see, the thing about the Fears is that they can never be truly separated from each other. When does the fear of sudden violence transition into the panic of hunted prey? When does the mask of the Stranger become the deception of the Spiral? Even those that seem to exist in direct opposition rely on each other for their definition as much as up relies on down. To try and create a world with only the Buried makes as much sense as trying to conceive a world with only down.

Gerry's colour explanation makes a lot of sense if you don't conceive of it as a traditional colour wheel. They're growing out in every direction, they all overlap with each other.

Sure, the fear of The Eye may seem in direct opposition to the fear of The Stranger, but let's take Jon, for instance. Is it not sort of Stranger to have some guy in a coffee shop staring at you with his autistic eyes, a person you don't know, but who definitely knows you?

What about the fear of The Buried and the fear of The Vast. Episode 195 covers that pretty handily. They're all interconnected with all of the others. Separating them makes them easier to understand (and invertedly makes them actually separated), but it isn't them, not truly. They are connected intrinsically.

Even the coffin! The fear of being alone in the dark is a part of the coffin.

Because the thing about the Archivist is that, well, it’s a bit of a misnomer. It might, perhaps, be better named: The Archive. Because you do not administer and preserve the records of fear, Jon. You are a record of fear, both in mind as you walk the shuddering dread of each statement, and in body as the Powers each leave their mark upon you. You are a living chronicle of terror.

I've been doing a lot of thinking about this. The Archivist is something... defined by how they feed their patron, but The Archive is defined by how they've been hurt to bring it into the world. He's not defined by even a person-like role, he's something molded by Jonah Magnus' desires to end the world.

I wrote a little poem about it, which I shall share here, because I am cringe but I am free, unlike Jon. RIP

He's not a person with a name, He's a vessel of destruction, He's not a person who feels pain, It's necessary for production, That he's scarred and marked, By things that lurk in the dark, Believe himself useless, Or it'll be fruitless, And at the end of the day, He's no person, no name, He's a plan that has come to fruition.

Also, he calls himself The Archivist, perhaps viewing himself as... something that hurts others, rather than something that is hurt for a purpose.

I’ll admit, my options were somewhat limited, but my god, when you came to me already marked by the Web, I knew it had to be you. I even held out some small hope you had been sent by the Spider as a sort of implicit blessing on my whole project and, do you know what, I think it was.

"I chose you" "I'll admit, my options were somewhat limited" Mr. Magnet, he was chosen by the web. Jonah's just not afraid to be puppeted.

So, when Jane Prentiss attacked, I watched eagerly, one hand on the gas release from the start.

This line fucked me up. "One hand on the gas release from the start." Just... like it just sticks in my mind. How he held all their lives in the palm of his hand, how he let Sasha die, and Tim get eaten by worms, because he wanted his bloody perfect Archive.

One hand on the gas release from the start, while all of them almost - or did - die(d).

Like, what gets me is how fucked up Jon was afterwards, how he was asking everyone for their statements, shutting them up before they got to the part where they'd mention Jon and Tim getting eaten with worms. What gets me is how Elias was there and Jon was what, looked like a bloody mummy! He didn't have second thoughts when he saw...

He knew everything. He saw everything. He saw how fucked up Jon was over e v e r y t h i n g. (everything)

That's what gets me.

Between the stabbing and at least two desperate flights into its door, you’re marked very deep by the Spiral.

And, you know, the manipulation, the gaslighting, the betrayal. I saw an interesting post on this, but I can't seem to find it. I'll look in the posts I've rbed tagged TMA meta, I'll link it in a reblog if I find it.

Honestly, I had nothing to do with Melanie and her Slaughter adventure, but when I saw the situation, I made sure to trap her here, so whenever her rage bubbled over you were right there, a ready target.

You know after Jon's second kidnapping that could have totally been resolved how Jonah made Jon stand in front of Melanie while she wanted to kill Jonah with a knife, and how it's like oh, right, yeah, use Jon as a bloody meat shield to get her angry at him, make him the scapegoat, that was intentional. It was intentional to destroy everyone in the Archives' interpersonal relationships, and then have Jon. A ready target for hatred and vitriol.

How is Martin, by the way? He looks well. You will keep an eye on him when all this is over, won’t you? He’s earned that.

I think that Jonah Magnus should eat shit and die.

The power of the Ceaseless Watcher flows through you, and the time of our victory is here.

If you replace the Ceaseless Watcher with Determination then it reads like an Undertale save.

* The power of Determination flows through you, and the time of our victory is here.

Don’t worry, Jon. You’ll get used to it here, in the world that we have made.

This also ties in with the above, I hate that he says "our victory" "the world that we have made." Jon didn't consent to this, Jon didn't want this, Jon was made to be an unwilling conduit of the apocolypse and Jonah Magnus is insinuating that he chose it, the victim blaming little prick!

You who watch and know and understand none. You who listen and hear and will not comprehend. You who wait and wait and drink in all that is not yours by right. Come to us in your wholeness. Come to us in your perfection. Bring all that is fear and all that is terror and all that is the awful dread that crawls and chokes and blinds and falls and twists and leaves and hides and weaves and burns and hunts and rips and bleeds and dies! Come to us. I OPEN THE DOOR!

GREAT INCANTATION! 10/10! And it's actually recitable, unlike the TBI one.

ARCHIVIST Look at the sky, Martin. Look at the sky. It’s looking back.

That is a fucking fantastic final line of the episode. All of it, four seasons leading up to this moment. Look at the sky. It's looking back.

Fuck dude!

(The Archivist begins a fractured, delirious, humourless, laugh that does not end)

That laugh.

That laugh is just... haunting. I love it so much. It makes me want to cry. I used to have it saved on my phone and I'd just listen to it over and over and over again and get more and more disturbed and heartbroken.

That laugh. That broken, horrific laugh.

I can't get over it.

And thus ends season 4 of The Magnus Archives. With a broken laugh in front of a window, leading out to the doomed world.

Episode 160 is quite possibly my favourite metaplot episode of The Magnus Archives, the way the whole plan was revealed, the awful manipulations that were exposed... that laugh.

I leave you all to think on this. To think on the Archive née the Archivist née Jonathan Sims, laughing at the world he has unwillingly and unwittingly doomed.

Goodnight, a-mag-a-day, goodnight. /ref

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im-gonna-squeet · 2 years ago

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Gerry and Michael get a cat

ao3

Gerry was currently sitting on his bed with his laptop (leitner hunting, of course) and waiting for his boyfriend to get home from... whatever he was doing -- he preferred not to ask.

Well.

boyfriend maybe wasnt the best word to describe their relationship.

Partially because of Michael's indifference to gender, and partially because, well, 'boyfriend' seemed like an insignificant title to be placed on a relationship between the 'throat of delusion incarnate' and The (almost) Archivist's ex- business partner.

Just as he was contemplating this, he felt the familiar static of It Is Not What It Is and couldn't help the warm smile spreading across his face.

"Hello, my bookburner." The Distortion greeted as it's door shut and Gerry felt two far too long, thin arms curl around him in ways arms should not be able to, like a snake constricting its prey.

It should scare him, he supposed, but like everything about Michael, it just seemed to make him grow even fonder.

"Hi, love." Gerry replied, leaning up to give it a kiss on what he thought was probably it's cheek, which was gratefully returned by a (quite literally) dizzying kiss.

"Have you found your book?" Gerry sighed, shaking his head, and leaned back into his statiky boyfriend, who happily started playing with his hair.

"Leitners are getting more and more difficult to find, which I guess is a good thing, but..." he trailed off, letting himself get lost in its maddening eyes, and knowing that Michael knew the end of that sentence.

It was something they talked about often, along with the other supernatural parts of their lives.

The truth is, without leitners to hunt and burn, Gerry didn't know what to do with his life, from the day he was born, he was surrounded by them and the things they were attached to.

When he'd left his mother, he was working with Gertrude, and has been all over the planet hunting them ever since. And with the recovery time for his surgeries, he was bored all the time.

Maybe he could get a normal job? A librarian perhaps, or a tattoo artist. Yeah, he liked the sound of that.

Just as he was coming to this conclusion, The Spiral's familiar static lowered pitch. "stop thinking, it's annoying." It moved its hand to gently tilt his head upwards, earning it a kiss.

"sorry, just thinking about... life, and leitners." Michael nodded, satisfied with this explination.

"Anyways, I need to eat, I was thinking we could try one of those recipes Jon sent us?"

The recipe (that Jon assured them would be simple) was proving quite difficult.

It probably didnt help that Gerry had never had to cook a proper meal before in his life (which is why Jon sent the recipes in the first place, along with Gerry trying to find a hobby to alleviate his boredom) and Michael was rather fascinated with the process.

"Oi, hands off!" Gerry swatted his boyfriend away from the sauce pot as he added more pepper and moved the spoon to his mouth to taste, recoiling as it burnt his tongue, then blowing on it and trying it again.

He added the pasta before looking around at their kitchen.

Yikes.

He'd need to clean up later. Its not that he didnt trust Michael, he just didn't trust it to clean up.

When he turned around, Michael had already gotten out their bowls, a plate, cutlery, and drinks. Gerry beckoned it down to give it a greatful kiss on the lips and plated up their pasta and garlic bread – not homemade but it seemed they were nowhere near ready for that.

And they carried their meals to the living room, sending a picture of their food and sending it to Jon – who replied with the cat heart eyes emoji – before turning the tv on to some shitty rom-com to eat to.

Michael, of course, didnt need to eat, but enjoyed partaking in pony rituals every so often.

When the film was finished, Gerry sighed and got up to clean.

Cleaning took longer than expected (who knew that things were easier to clean before they dry?).

Once he was finally finished, he climbed into bed and opened his laptop back up. Too tired to continue leitner hunting, he started aimlessly scrolling through social media.

Shortly afterwards, he felt Michael (who was far less humanoid now) get into bed behind him, wrapping its limbs around him in a lazy approximation of a hug.

Since his brain surgery, he'd noticed it was a lot easier to be around it, which was amazing. He still got Michael–headaches but those were a lot more bearable than his tumor headaches, and he'd even started to grow rather fond of them, as he had with everything Michael related.

"Can we get a cat?," Hearing the change in Michael's static, Gerry clarified "I mean, with me having to stay home most days, and you going off doing Spiral things, I get bored, so I think it'd be cool to have a cat."

Michael's static changed a few times, too quick to decipher, before landing on the high tone he knew showed excitement.

He turned around to see a too big, too many teethed smile pointed at him.

"that would be fun."

Gerry could see it scheming.

"We should do it!" Michael confirmed, nodding its head vigorously, half of its smile slipping off of its face.

So the next day, they did just that.

First, they went to the pet shop and got everything they needed.

"Oooh I like this one!" a significantly more human–looking michael pointed to a garish tie-dye cat bed.

Gerry winced.

Since Michael moved in with him, his exclusively black and red flat had acquired more colour than he ever thought he'd own.

But he couldn't resist Michael, no matter how stubborn he usually is, so in the trolly it went.

Gerry saw a food and water bowl set, black with fish bones painted on, and immediately put them next to the bed.

They were perfect.

They picked up a few more bits and bobs (food, toys, a cat tree, litter box, and treats) before heading home to set it all up.

Of course, with Michael's doors, getting around was very easy, so they went home, set up the flat, and were quickly at the shelter.

"Hi, I'm Nicole, is there anything I can help you with?" the worker asked with a friendly smile.

"Um, yes actually, we're looking to get a cat," Gerry looked up to Michael, its hand a comforting weight in the one not on his cane, he'd never been very good at socializing, and it made him quite anxious, "could you point us towards them please?"

At this, the woman – Nicole, she'd said – asked them to follow her and started walking.

After about twenty seconds of walking, they came to a room with rows of cages, each one with a cat inside and a label on it.

They were far too small for a cat, Gerry thought.

"Who has been here the longest?" Michael asked suddenly, startling Gerry out of his thoughts.

They were pointed towards a cage with a raggedy looking cat in it.

The sign read 'Biscuit, 6 years old, likes: laying in the sun, napping, eating. dislikes: ponies.'

She was a thin black cat with ginger markings, she was missing an eye, and part of her ear.

Miraculously, she didn't seem to be even a little unnerved at Michael's presence.

Gerry fell in love instantly.

"We want her." he decided aloud, feeling Michael's excited static next to him.

Nicole looked hesitant, but whether it was Gerry's style, the determination in his voice, or Michael's generally unnerving presence, she obliged without argument, and soon enough they were heading home with their cat, Biscuit.

Once they got home, they let her out of her carry case and put her food and water down, letting her get used to the flat.

For the first two weeks or so, they hardly see her around, but as she starts to get more comfortable, she spends more time with them, and within a couple months, she was sitting with Gerry all day everyday, and thoroughly enjoying his presence.

It took her longer to get used to Michael, of course, but she eventually grew fond of it and she occasionally took trips in it's corridors.

Jon, being the cat lover he is, stopped by much more frequently after they got her, and was their go-to cat sitter when they were out. Biscuit seemed to like him, which was great.

And Gerry finally got the happy (though unconventional) family he never thought he'd be able to have.

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targaryenssurvive · 10 months ago

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Before you start the new chapter i just wanted to say for this au I redesigned Jon/Aemon because in this au i am not bound by the rules of canon, I gave him more Targaryen features,

His hair is a mix of black and white, he has heterochromia, one eye is his normal black colored eye color in the books, his right eye is a light purple color. Btw just clarifying in this Jon/Aemon is a bastard.

Chapter 3 Aemon

Aemon was sitting outside of Rhaegar’s office waiting for Aegon to get out of his lessons. Aegon had lessons every three days, it used to be every two days but Elia made Rhaegar add the extra day to give Aegon a better break. Aemon was basically staring into nothingness, he was thinking of a story Rhaenys told him yesterday, about a bastard prince who saved his true love. Whenever Rhaenys would find a story about a heroic bastard she would tell it to him, Aemon usually had a hard time keeping a focus on stories, his mind always wondered, except when Rhaenys told him about the hero bastards who brought peace to the realm, then his mind would absorb every little detail, the names, the battles, everything.

Rhaenys was always trying to make Aemon happier, whether it be about his birth, family or skills Rhaenys tried to make him smile.

His siblings always tried to make him happy, Aegon taught him the things that father taught him that Aemon wasn’t involved in, Aegon taught him Valyrian so he would feel like part of the family, Aegon taught him to play instruments, Aegon taught him many things and Aemon valued all of them. Aegon was Aemon’s best friend, his mentor and his closest confidant, which is why Aemon was rarely away from Aegon.

Aemon was shaken from his thoughts by something furry on his arm, he looked down and saw one of Rhaenys’ cats rubbing against his arm, Rhaenys had many cats, so many cats in fact she had entire rooms of the castle made for her cats, Aemon thought it was a bit much but as long as she’s happy it didn't matter. Aemon looked at the cat more, if he remembered correctly this one’s name is Meria, named after Meria Martell.

Aemon started petting the cat, he didn’t like cats as much as Rhaenys but he thought they were cute so he didn’t mind the many cats. “She was trying to get your attention for a few minutes, I honestly assumed you were just ignoring her.” Aemon looked up and saw one of the kings guard looking at him, it was Jaime Lannister, Aemon always admired him, he was an amazing knight, he won nearly every turney he was in, not to mention his looks, In all the stories he heard about strong good kings this is what he imagined not his grandfather or as he heard some people call him the mad king, Jaime looked like a king.

Aemon slightly smiled at him before looking back down at the cat, most may have found Aemon’s silence rude but it wasn’t meant to be, Aemon had a hard time talking to most people, Aemon only ever talked to his siblings and even that was at times difficult for him, he could only talk to them when they were completely alone, if he tried to speak in public he would usually end up sounding like nails being dragged across stone.

Aemon continued to play with the cat while occasionally looking up at Jaime before quickly looking down again, there was a good chance if he could he would just stare at Jaime but Aemon has been told that he has a bad habit of looking at people for long with no emotions on his face, making people uncomfortable, he honestly didn’t notice he did that until his grandmother Queen Rhaella pointed it out to him after he stared at Arthur Dayne for to long.

After a few minutes of playing with the cat and her purring loudly she stopped and bit him before running away. Aemon gasped before putting his bloody cut to his mouth to suck the blood from it. “Heh, they give you love and affection and make you trust them before they suddenly claw your heart out.” Aemon looked up again at Jaime and nodded. Jaime had a slight smirk on his his face, he seemed to think something about Aemon was funny, perhaps Jaime thought the way Aemon reacted was funny, or perhaps it was the fact he didn’t talk, maybe it was how he stared, there were many things people found odd or funny about Aemon.

After a few seconds the doors to Rhaegar's study opened and Aegon walked out, It honestly surprised Aemon that he was out of lessons so soon, he had only been there for 4 hours, usually he was there for at least two more.

Aegon looked at Aemon and smiled. “Come on, we must leave before father changes his mind about me leaving early.” Aegon spoke.

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forestcat222 · 1 year ago

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Chapter 3 Aemon

before you start the new chapter i just wanted to say for this au I redesigned Jon/Aemon because in this au i am not bound by the rules of canon, I gave him more Targaryen features,

His hair is a mix of black and white, he has heterochromia, one eye is his normal eye color in the books, black, his right eye is a light purple color. Btw just clarifying in this Jon/Aemon is still a bastard.

Chapter 3 Aemon

Rhaenys was always trying to make Aemon happier, whether it be about his birth, family or skills Rhaenys tried to make him smile.

Aegon looked at Aemon and smiled. “Come on, we must leave before father changes his mind about me leaving early.” Aegon spoke.

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fukutomichi · 6 days ago

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9, 17, 26 (or any you haven’t answered and want to <3) for the RoP ask game!!

Ahhh! Already got those here, here and here, so I'll pick 2, 7, 16. ❤️

2. Who is your favourite character and why?

Can I pick 5!!? I will cheat and pick 5 characters.

Galadriel is the first choice. Such a beautifully crafted character. Flawed, vulnerable, headstrong, kind, a warrior princess. Everyone swooning over her is so on point with the lore, and Morfydd is doing all the heavy lifting! Now give her more interactions with more women please, I miss the Miriel and Galadriel days. 😭

Isildur being perfectly cast is A++. Just look at him! Him? Bringing the doom of the 3rd Age? Impossible! He's so innocent looking and tries his best and hardest...and still ends up picking the wrong choices, is what makes him fantastic to me, those layers of him trying to do good, but is riddled with so much guilt and ALWAYS picking the shortcut to achieve what he wants, is just *chef's kiss*.

Miriel *Jon Snow voice* MUH QUEEN! Her picking the hard choice of staying to keep the peace instead running off with her petty lord...her choosing duty over love to protect her people. Ughhh, I love her so muuuch!! “Love is the bane of honor, the death of duty. What is honor compared to a woman's love?...We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.”...I will see myself out.🫠

Adar, now when the Tolkien Estate says to you they want more of this guy, you know you got something special. An incredibly complex character that's hard not to root for, even though he keeps making things worse and worse for everyone and himself. I hope he serves as one perfect example of an antagonist done right. Goth king, you will be missed, as it should be.

Gil-galad, I know everyone was kinda dismissive of him at first by being too grumpy, but come on. The man has a job that didn't even want and was pushed into it, his family keeps stirring problems all the time, he doesn't even have a partner cause his job is being too stressful, he is the only king to rule over a period of peace and what do you know? Sauron emerges again on his watch. He tries to be stoic about it, but I wouldn't have been surprised at the last moments of the Battle for Eregion, if he lit a few cigarettes just for stress relief purposes. The man is stressed, give him a break. 🫠

7. What minor character would you like to see more of?

I'm not gonna go on a full blown rant about the Harfoots again, so I'm gonna go with Cirdan. HELLO!!? You don't just have everyone's favorite elven papa PLUS Ben Daniels just for a few scenes! I need more scenes with his adoptive family PLEASE!!! They did Gil-galad so dirty not giving him some lines together with his adoptive papa.

16. Name three characters that have dog energy and three that have cat energy.

🐱 - Adar, Galadriel, Poppy

🐶 - Elendil, Elrond, Gandalf

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you know what, actually have batfamily & co as song from midnights because i LOVE to mesh my obsessions together at any given time

lavender haze — tim timmy timmy boy, with pretty much any of his love interests, although since the song itself is purple coded it mostly feels like timsteph or timtam to me

talk your talk and go viral // i just need this love spiral // get it off your chest // get it off my desk

maroon — the sultryness and the eerie feeling of it makes me think about damian a little beat, so imma say damijon? kind of dark, angsty damijon (they initially feel very angsty to me btw, idk why. like they are either early 2000s romcom funny or just straight up fucked up in a way that is not exactly "right person wrong time" but more like "right person fucking wrong literally everything else")

when the silence came, we // were shaking blind and hazy // how the hell did we lose sight of us again? // sobbing with your head in your hands // ain't that the way shit always ends?

maroon also has a strong dick feeling to it tho

anti-hero — tim's song through and through as i said, especially in his red robin era. i could actually write a whole ass essay that's how strongly i feel about it

i have this thing where i get older, but just never wiser // midnights become my afternoons // when my depression works the graveyard shift, all of the people // i've ghosted stand there in the room

and also

i wake up screaming from dreaming // one day, i'll watch as you're leaving // and life will lose all its meaning // for the last time

like hello??

snow on the beach — timkon & damijon from tim's and damian's perspective

life is emotionally abusive // and time can't stop me quite like you did // and my flight was awful, thanks for asking // i'm unglued, thanks to you

literally obsessed

but your eyes are flying saucers from another planet // now i'm all for you like Janet // can this be a real thing? can it?

you're on your own, kid — look. we all know yoyok is kon's song. look me in the eyes and try to tell me it's not a kon el song i won't listen. might as well argue with the wall. the way those lyrics carry so much loneliness but also so much hope at the same time. the way this songs feels like the most heartbreaking thing you've ever experienced in your life but still manages to also feel like a hug and a pat on the back from a big brother/sister? c'mon

'cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned // everything you lose is a step you take // so make the friendship bracelets // take the moment and taste it // you've got no reason to be afraid

you're on your own, kid // yeah, you can face this // you're on your own, kid // you always have been

midnight rain — the more i listen to it the more it feels like birdflash, even though i'm not the big dick/wally shipper but i like the whole concept of them being best buddies who took a shot at trying to be something more than friends but it just didn't work out in a long run. and they are both pretty much okay with this now but sometimes they can't help but wonder if one thing had been different would everything be different?? if you know you know

'cause he was sunshine, i was midnight rain // he wanted it comfortable, i wanted that pain // he wanted a bride, i was making my own name // chasing that fame, he stayed the same // all of me changed like midnight

question...? — timkon & damijon once again. what can i say, midnights very tim and damian coded. though i feel like this one could be more of a kon's and jon's perspective

can i ask you a question? did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room // and every single one of your friends was making fun of you // but fifteen seconds later they were clapping too? // then what did you do?

vigilante shit — selina & jason. it's bruce bashing o'clock my dudes

draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man // you did some bad things, but i'm the worst of them // sometimes i wonder which one will be your last lie // they say looks can kill and i might try

i don't dress for women // i don't dress for men // lately i've been dressing for revenge

bejeweled — dick grayson & stephanie brown. sorry i will not elaborate on this one. this is dick grayson and stephanie brown

sapphire tears on my face // sadness became my whole sky // but some guy said my aura's moonstone // just 'cause he was high

and we're dancin' all night // and you can try to change my mind // but you might have to wait in line // what's a girl gonna do // a diamond's gotta shine

labyrinth — having hard time with this one actually. either dick or tim i guess, the whole "oh no, i'm falling in love again" narrative seems to feet them the most (i love the way they both love people around them so deeply, to the point where it sometimes becomes painful. like i GET it. you know)

you know how much i hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back // just like that

karma — just batsiblings in general (mostly dick tho i would say)

sweet nothings — timkon & damijon & birdflash. honestly i don't even want to explain, the song speaks for itself in a much better way than i ever could

'cause they said the end is coming // everyone's up to something // i find myself running home to your sweet nothings // outside, they're push and shoving // you're in the kitchen humming // all that you ever wanted from me was nothing

industry disruptors and soul deconstructors // and smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other // and the voices that implore, "you should be doing more" // to you, i can admit that i'm just too soft for all of it

mastermind — top timkon song and top tim drake song fr, i could write essays. with this beautiful plot twist at the end of the song... like it's just them my guys. and the bridge has the most tim-coded lyrics i've ever seen

no one wanted to play with me as a little kid // so i've been scheming like a criminal ever since // to make them love me and make it seem effortless // this is the first time i've felt the need to confess

and i swear // i'm only cryptic and machiavellian 'cause i care

"you're on your own kid" kon-el/"anti-hero" tim drake can be something so personal actually

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go-to-the-mirror · 2 years ago

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Weaver time! I really do like this episode. If I'm being honest I like every episode - bar a couple stranger ones in season 3, they just weren't scary to me - so that isn't much of a surprise, but it's a pretty good one.

I'm also pretty tired, so... yeah? After this I'm going to go to sleep.

@a-mag-a-day

The concept of free will gets me pretty excited so enjoy the words!

This includes: love of Jon Sims, looking at Jon's life through the lens of "this guy ADHD", cat photo, musings on free will (good words), how are the tapes turning on, what does Annabelle mean about the statement summaries, musings on what the web is and "The Spider & The Eye" by pocketsizedquasar propaganda, discussion of Enid Blyton books, among other things.

DAISY (Quietly) Perhaps they bugged out. ARCHIVIST Was that a joke?

Asjdjshfhsjh I love him so much your honour. I want to shake him a little bit.

MELANIE I'm fine. Uh, a-and please don't call me Mel. DAISY What? Since when? MELANIE Always. I’m trying to be more open about this stuff.

Hnhrnhrh Melanie my absolute beloved <3 I'm glad she's getting better, that's good for her, you know. Being ok is really great actually.

ARCHIVIST I'm sure the flares will work fine. I mean, unless it's all some elaborate plot to have us burn this place down again. BASIRA So what if it is? ARCHIVIST I don’t follow. BASIRA I mean, anything we do could be part of the grand master plan. So, what, we do nothing? Just sit on our hands and hope that's not what the spiders want?

Jon's either incredibly impulsive or incredibly indecisive, which... A) Attention Deficit Hyperativity Disorder (the name is a misnomer, not a deficit, etc, i mean he's adhd though) and B) I mean like... that's sort of partially why he ended the world? I mean like grabbing this kid, dead parents, granny doesn't care about him - and yknow, a shitty childhood affects you, and with this Extra trauma, he'll be alienated from other people, due to the mundane things and because... you can't tell anyone about the spooky stuff.

And then he's already probably predisposed to be impulsive, to not think things through, and then ADHD it's... not a Great Time. Because of other people. You know, you're either too much or not enough, no one's ever going to like you so why try. With him it's like "I was an annoying child." "I was hardly an easy child to deal with." Like, not to sound like a broken record, but I see myself in that. It's not always malicious, but yeah, when you're always too much, too loud, too annoying, you internalize it, think there's something wrong with you, cut people off, don't... try.

Like, Elias's plan sort of depended on the Archivist and the Archival Assistants being... isolated. No one'll notice, or care when they die, or go missing, or change. And, I mean, yeah. He was pretty much alone. Is it an ADHD thing to have no best friends? Is it an ADHD thing to never wonder why you're alone? Like, he was closest with his assistant, who he suspected of murder, and his ex-girlfriend who he hadn't talked to in years. His work-life balance was terrible since before he discovered he'd work for life. Also ADHD ppl usually have a higher rate of substance abuse and addiction, because of the whole less dopamine thing.

This is getting so bloody off topic. Jon's combination fear of being manipulated and his impulsivity and inability to think things through, in addition to all the other things detailed above make him a great candidate for ending the world.

Sasha's too friendly, and we don't know enough about her to really draw any conclusions about how good of a (spooky) Archivist she'd be. I'd say she'd be a better mundane archivist but none of those people had anything even resembling a library science degree, and she was stapling things. Apparently you're really not supposed to staple things.

Melanie, I think, would be a great (spooky) Archivist, mostly because she's so similar to Jon. What with the whole chasing after War Ghosts thing, and being pretty prickly, and I think that she could have been an Archivist, Archivist!Melanie guys, come on, think about the possibilities! Also this leaves the door open for Flesh!Jon and I fucking love Flesh!Jon, but now is really not the time to get into that.

ARCHIVIST Yep. Official Institute paper and everything.

Official institute paper should be available as merch smh.

WHAT IF THEY HAVE PENS?? DO YOU THINK THEY HAVE OFFICIAL INSTITUTE PENS? THEYVE GOT TO RIGHT? OH THE POSIBILITIES OF NOVELTY STATIONARY!!

Free will is a funny old thing, isn’t it, Jon? Can I call you Jon? I’m going to call you Jon.

I mean, hey! It's an improvement on the other Avatars! He gets to be called a name! Lovely jubbly!

With any other animal, we talk about instinct, we talk about training. Perhaps, if we have spent enough time with them, we talk about personality. But we never talk about choice. We never look at a dog racing wildly after a thrown ball and think, ‘What an odd decision that dog has made.’

My cat, Marble, chases after things like a dog. He's so odd /pos, I love him so much.

Cat Anecdote (Catecdote?): Ereyesterday, early in the morning - so early to be basically still the day before - Marble climbed onto my bed and lay right beside me, and as I stroked him I realized how small he was - Marble's a mainecoon so he's a LOOONG cat - but, I realized that he's still just a cat, and as he purred as I fell asleep, I knew that I loved him more than anything else in the world. I love him so much.

[ID: A photo of a cat, sitting down with one paw raised, looking at something above the camera. He's a tabby maincoon, and is dark brown, light brown, and grey. His legs are mostly dark brown, his stomach grey, and the rest of his body a mix of dark brown and light brown. /End ID]

Look I had to include a photo of him. Sorry, this was so irrelevant.

Of course, people are so very different from dogs. Our brains are larger, more complex; so many more little factors and wrinkles to push us and pull us. But does any of it actually constitute free will? Free of what? We all have forces that drive us, circumstances that direct us, and even if we choose to ignore these and act against all logic just to prove that we can, is that not simply allowing the existential terror of our own powerlessness to control us instead?

!!!

Look, okay, if someone knew everything, knew everything about you and everyone else and the world and everything, then theoretically, they would be able to know exactly what you'd do. We're all pushed and pulled by forces in our lives, no matter how unpredictable you are, there's always an underlying reason, and if there isn't... well there's your reason.

I was baking a while back, and thinking about this episode, and I realized that every moment in my life had lead to me, standing in the kitchen, thinking about The Magnus Archives, and looking for some kind of measuring cup, and I realized that whatever decision I made, if I took one from the drawer, or from the dishwasher, or left the kitchen entirely, that choice was not my choice, none of them were, my whole life has been preordained from the very beginning, not in some fate way, but in that everyone is affected by the circumstances around us, and this just makes what happened happen?

Yes, we're responsible for our own choices, but are they really our choices? If knowing everything makes them not - which I believe, it makes sense - then they are and were never our choices, free will is ignorance.

Not only can free will and omniscience not coexist, but free will has never existed, it's just a lie we tell ourselves, because it makes sense to us. Why am I lying on my bed typing this out? Because I wanted to. But no. It's because Sixteenthdays wrote The Hermit Archives AU, it's because my sister got into an unspecified university, it's because Ashes started a mag a day, it's because the pandemic happened, it's because I was curious about hermitcraft fandom demographics, it's because I have a computer, it's because of so many things, and none of those things were done randomly either. I presume Sixteenthdays is writing THA because they like both TMA and MCYT. A mag a day was started because The Magnus Archives was created, because the mods wanted to re-experience the community created from the episodes initial airing. My sister got into the unspecified university because we moved to unspecified country. And that's only a fraction of the factors that lead to me, here, talking about these factors.

Terrifying to think about, isn't it!

He ultimately decides that, if all the millions upon millions of factors and influences that weigh upon our choices were fully and completely known, then all could be foreseen and predetermined. But, he argues, it is quite impossible for the human mind to comprehend even a fraction of these, and in that vast, dark space of ignorance lies ‘free will’.

Come onnn Jonny, we had an omniscient character who's bloody terrified of being out of control, I really really do wish that we'd gotten more of this sort of thing in season 5.

Like I get why not, his omniscience has limits, we're more focused on other things, but there was a missed opportunity there, I feel.

Where would it fit in? Idk!

I think that one probably comes down to whether or not you’re choosing to continue reading this statement out loud. You didn’t mean to, did you? No, I’m sure you told Basira and Melanie that you were going to glance it over and report back. Perhaps they asked you if you were going to record it and you shook your head. “Maybe later.” That sounds like the sort of thing you’d say.

!!!!!!!!! oh boy!!

Do you think that's... exactly what he said? Because I think it's exactly what he said and he's just like Oh Boy!

But think about it, Jon, when’s the last time you were able to read a statement quietly to yourself without instinctively hitting record and speaking it aloud? Is it just instinct, habit? Or is it a compulsion, a string pulled by the Ceaseless Watcher or the Mother-of-Puppets? Or both?

That raises the question - are the tapes turning on by themselves, or is Jon (and by extension Martin and co.) turning them on unconsciously. The Web has shown an ability to... distract... people what with Jon and his lighter. Jon's also been shown to forget to turn tapes off a lot of the time, and Tim did mention that Jon was just reaching for the tape recorder when they were talking (MAG 98). I feel like that's actually more plausible to me than them just... turning on by themselves. The Web's all manipulation and stuff. Alternatively, it's Annabelle Cane hiding under Jon's desk /j.

I know the summaries have started to confuse you. Where do they come from when you read a statement fresh? How do you just sort of know what it’s about before you even start to read it? But by then, you’re away, the rollercoaster is dropping and you’ve no real choice but to hold on and hope that I don’t crash you.

I'm guessing this is referring to statements that haven't been read before, like MAG 123 - Web Development. That raises the question, though, what about the statement of Hazel Rutter? I mean, he obviously didn't know what was going to be inside that, and The Eye can't lie.

Actually, I think Elias, you know, he just put the summary there so it wasn't one of the spooky ones, but like he's already... tied in by the point where he's reading the summary. No turning back, already too deep.

Also that line, just, "hope that I don't crash you." Hmm. Oh, Jon, there really was no way to avoid it.

Of course, I learned many of my skills from my mother, who could wield guilt like a rapier and anger like a scalpel. She never simply screamed at you. She was always aware of exactly what kind of fury or disappointment was needed to make sure you regretted ever catching her attention.

Sure! Did Annabelle grow up to... sort of be a part of The Web? Yes, she did. Sure, maybe it's manipulative, but you know what? I've been called manipulative, I've been worried I'm manipulative, and if The Eye can be the fear of being both Watcher and Watched, The Slaughter the fear of the one getting hurt and the one hurting, The End the fear of the one who stays alive forever and the one who knows when they will die, then The Web can be the fear of the one being manipulated and the one afraid of being a manipulator.

She might not have been afraid, sure. What we know of Annabelle's childhood is from the perspective of her fundamentally changed - in more than just the regular way - from that. We just don't know what she was feeling before, we barely know anything about her.

Just read "The Spider & The Eye" by pocketsizedquasar, it's really good, the first lines of the summary live in my mind rent free.

Annabelle Cane has a choice to make. (Annabelle Cane is not sure what choice is anymore).

Like! Aa! Sahar has great words.

She had eight children, yet weaved that life around herself in such a way that she always seemed both the victim of it, yet curiously divorced from any responsibility. In many ways, she was the victim, at least of my father, whose pathological absence spoke of a man who had no interest whatsoever in engaging with the life where he had trapped his family.

Uh nothing to say, just highlighting it. Hmnhrnh good words.

My biggest attempt to assert some form of influence over my family was when I decided to run away.

I've actually packed a bag to run away before and let it be known I was much worse at packing than Annabelle asjdssjfg

and the only book I could say belonged to only me: Five Go Down to the Sea.

I was always more fond of The Five Find-Outers and Dog, and The Adventurous Four, though I did like The Famous Five. I also really liked Mallory Towers. George from The Famous Five is definitely the reason I'm trans.

I will simply say that when a spider reaches a certain size, it is not entirely made up of spider anymore.

Hey, what the fuck does this mean! :D

So, how much free will was involved in that story? What could I have chosen to change? Would a different path have been possible? I felt no loss of control – no puppet strings guided me – and yet the Mother got exactly the result she no doubt wanted, one that would lead to a fear of spiders so acute that would later have that horror focused and refined into a silk-spun apotheosis.

Isn't it more terrifying to not know for sure whether you're being controlled or not? To be frozen in terror and indecision, unsure of which action you will willingly take will be the one they want you to take?

The Mother is the fear of manipulation and lost control made manifest, so perhaps it is our fear that projects her influence on everything that happens, like the mind retrospectively assigning reason to our actions, so we fit whatever occurs into the neatest pattern we can and declare her web both intricate and complete.

But, the mind of the dreamer affects the dream, so perhaps she wasn't weaving her own web, but the fear of her weaving her web made it so she could and did! Aaaa I love this podded cast!

Or perhaps I am simply telling you what you need to hear in order to behave exactly as the Mother wishes you to. Perhaps I have never even seen a beach.

THAT ENDING!!! OH WOW THATS A GREAT ENDING!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH! JUST dont dont drop the mic it'll damage it, BUT DO SOMETHING TO A SMILIAR EFFECT!

(Shaken) That was, uh… I d-didn’t like that. I couldn’t…

Fuck, dude, he really is shaken.

Ahhh it's only going to get... worse.

I can’t say I’m sad to have another ally allegedly on our side, but I don’t like the idea of being important to The Web. That’s a really bad place to be.

IT SURE IS! Aaaaaa... :(

Annabelle’s right, though. I mean, I can’t trust anything she says to not be another lie to further manipulate and manoeuvre us, but deep down, I think she’s right. What I’ve been doing to these people, it hasn’t been because I was puppeted or controlled or possessed. I wanted to do it. It felt good. But at least I know I can stop. I just... don’t know how. I don’t want to stop.

Hey, I mean! Good for him right, he has all these people around him to help! They're going to be nice about it and not threaten him with murder, right!

Right?

No but, I mean, I'm not really, I don't really feel right talking about this, I don't have any experience related to it, I'm just pointing to it. Great words! Yeah!

Well, that's been a little ramble! Hope you enjoyed the cat picture if nothing else. He really is the light of my life. See y'all tomorrow I guess?

#tma #the magnus archives #tma meta #jonathan sims #annabelle cane #mag 147 #a mag a day #landscaping-your-mind-chapter-one #god im so tired #this took over 2 hours #this is super long btw so be warned before clicking read more

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not-back-to-this · 3 years ago

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Aight aight aight

You know it's your gurrrl

back on her bullshit for the last time (Probably lol) now let's get into it

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Damian is a cat and is loved like one pt. 3

Pt. 1 and Pt. 2 here

He'll follow you around in a seemingly suspicious way but is just actually really curious as to what you're doing but too socially awkward to ask you

He'll make a lot of noise and purposely make himself the center of attention if he feels extremely lonely or unlovable

Has and will disappear for days on end only to reappear slightly different in an obscure and subtle way and possibly with a new animal friend

Will never let anyone know just how deeply he cares for them

He will, however, try his best to say it in an unnoticeable way

Side note: This does not work; Everyone notices

Bruce has threatened them all to make sure that they don't let Damian know that he's not being very subtle with his love for them out of fear that his son will refuse to show any affection after that again

He will jump if he touches water (But only if he's wearing socks and they get wet Honestly who tf wouldn't do that tho that shits disgusting)

He will collect random shiny things he finds on the street and adds them to his secret hoard

He has a small box in his room and in that box he puts those shiny strange items he found on the street for safe keeping

He likes taking things apart

He has taken apart an only clock before and just left the pieces of the clock in his desk drawer I have never done this I have NO idea what you're talking about

He is VERY territorial and gets pissed if someone gets near his room without his permission

Before Dami and Jon got close Bruce once let Jon into Damians room without permission and Damian screamed like a banshee at Jon and then at Bruce for being so inconsiderate of his space I swear the amount of times my mother has let family friends into my room without my permission is insane and I get so fvcking tense and angry

He's warmed up to Jon now and only Jon is allowed to be in his space without needing to ask (Of course there are times where Damian needs to be alone and in his own space and Jon completely respects that)

#DC #DCU #DC Comics #Robin #Damian Wayne #Superboy #Jon Kent #Batfam #Batfamily #Batbros #Headcanon #Superbat #Damijon

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voiceless-terror · 3 years ago

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My TMA Fluff Fics

For @themagnuswriters latest challenge, I decided to go through my eighty-some fics on ao3 and find only the purest-grade, quality fluff I could find. No angst here! A grab bag of pairings but mostly jonmartin.

Day in the Sun | Rating: G | Words: 1.1k | Pairing: Archive Polycule

“Speaking of your men,” Melanie sat up and whipped off her sunglasses, squinting intensely at the shoreline. “What exactly are they trying to do? Drown him?”

The Archives Gang has a Beach Holiday. That's it, that's the fic.

Hurry, I’m Behind You! | Rating: T | Words: 2.6k | Pairing: Gen

Jon and Melanie help with Daisy's hunger in an unconventional way.

Alternatively titled 'The Gang Plays Hide and Seek!'

Truth or Dare | Rating: T | Words: 1.6k | Pairing: Jon/Martin

Jon chooses truth. Martin chooses dare. These choices have their consequences.

The team goes to a bar after work and discoveries are made by all.

My Dearest | Rating: G | Words: 1.1k | Pairing: Jon/Martin

“Pass me the towel, dear?”

“Ah y-yes, of course.”

Martin has a million pet names for Jon. Jon attempts to reciprocate.

What a Lovely Way to Burn | Rating: G | Words: 1.6k | Pairing: Jon/Tim

Jon's next words were muffled against Tim’s chest. “You always do that. You always warm me up.”

“Why Jon,” Tim's voice took on an unbearable, teasing tone as his smile grew. “Are you saying I’m so hot I made you sick?”

Jon comes in to work sick and Tim takes care of his boyfriend.

The Weight of Love | Rating: G | Words: 1.6k | Pairing: Jon/Martin

Jon is a restless sleeper. Martin attempts to adjust.

The Best Things Come in Threes | Rating: T | Words: 2.3k | Pairing: Jon/Gerry/Martin

In which Martin and Gerry help Jon acquire a cat, among other things.

Trial and Error | Rating: G | Words: 1.3k | Pairing: Jon/Martin/Tim

And if Martin sleeps like the dead, Jon does the opposite. It’s not that he’s woken up at all, no, but he’s constantly rolling around, climbing on top of them at strange and uncomfortable angles. Tim wouldn’t mind the clinging so much if he didn’t change position every fifteen minutes with a jab of his pointy elbows.

In which Martin and Jon sleepover and Tim struggles.

Of Deadlines and Drama | Rating: T | Words: 2.5 k | Pairing: Jon/Tim

Jon's expenses are overdue. Tim hatches a plan to help him out.

Afterwards | Rating: G | Words: 1.2k | Pairing: Jon/Martin

If Martin had realized how difficult this was going to be, he would’ve left Jon at home. They’d already left ‘at the wrong time, Martin, everyone goes on a Saturday, it’ll be so crowded’ and parked in a ‘terrible spot, Martin, right by the carts, we’ll be lucky if we don’t get a dent in the car.’

Martin and Jon go grocery shopping.

Full of Surprises | Rating: G | Words: 907 | Pairing: Jon/Martin

“Oh, look at this little man-” It’s not quite baby-talk, too serious and too Jonathan Sims to ever be described that way, but it’s a strange enough tone and it sort of does something to Martin in the vein of indigestion and heart palpitations. Here’s his stuffy boss, crouching in a dirty alleyway, petting a dirty cat, and whispering sweet nothings as if it were his own.

In which Jon pets a cat and Martin gets a crush.

A Little Kiss | Rating: G | Words: 1.8k | Pairing: Jon/Martin

Tim watches the two of them; Martin keeps looking up at Jon throughout it all like he’s the only one in the room and god, his crush is so evident and yet Jon is oblivious, smiling at him like he’s not on the receiving end of some of the most loaded glances of all time.

A game of truth or dare reveals some truths.

And Many Happy Returns | Rating: G | Words: 5.7k | Pairing: Gen, Pre Jon/Martin

It’s not every day you turn eight. It’s a nice number, very even and divisible. Much better than boring old seven. When Jon turns eight, he’s going to get fifteen extra minutes added to his curfew, and he’ll be able to walk to the corner store all by himself. He’s already walked there several times, but it’ll be nice to have permission. That’s the real treat.

In which it's Martin's birthday, and Jon plans a little celebration.

a continuation of Inseparable, where Jon and Martin meet as children.

#my writing #tma #fic recs #jonmartin #jontim #polychives #jongerrymartin #jonmartim #look ive written enough that i can make a rec list of my own fluff #i even left some off that might be angst and fluff #xD #also good if you dont want to wade through my works #heres the lightest of em

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sir-teddy-of-bear · 7 months ago

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thank you for the tag!!! (i’ll be honest it was really hard to pick just 4 but! here goes)

(also i fully intend and started this an entire month ago and forgot it bc nothing in my drafts exists to me 😅)

Commander Cody (Star Wars The Clone Wars)

He’s the only one keeping everything together. He’s failing miserably. He has spreadsheets for everything. He accidentally entered a consensual workplace relationship with his boss. He’s one of the highest ranking clones in the entire GAR. His special attack is thicc thighs. He’s spin kicked a droid, he’s crushed one’s head between his thighs like a WATERMELON. He’s doomed by the narrative. We don’t know where he is. No seriously this man’s been mentioned in canon for 19 years and he still doesn’t have a canon ending. He’s living out his days on a desert planet with the man he loves. He has eldest daughter syndrome. He’s both a ray of sunshine and a grumpy old cat.

Matt Murdock (Daredevil 2015)

*slaps matt murdock* You can fit SO much catholic guilt in this man. He’s THE wettest cat you’ll ever find in the gutter!!! He’s madly in love with his college best friend. He is new york’s biggest manwhore <3. he’s simultaneously the best and worst lawyer in the business. His city needs him, his friends need him, he needs a nap and maybe also a hug. He’s got sensory issues by the dozen, he’s doomed by the narrative to never have a day of peace in his life! He’s haunted by his past. he is SO pookie you wouldn’t believe. every time i see him i want bear hug him.

Billy Alfred (Undead Unluck)

He is THE cowboy. He’s in a complicated work place relationship with the twink who he used to be in the army with. He’s a good dad. He can bake!!! He feels like it’s his responsibility to single handily fight god so that no one else has too (he wrong he can get a family out of it). he’s scared of heights!! he has massive tits! he was the main selling point my buddy presented me with when trying to get into this manga and IT WORKED. He has almost CERTAINLY had to get Tella to velcro or safety pin his jacket so it stays on his shoulders!

Jon Sims | The Archivist (The Magnus Archives)(the art belongs to me)

Nobody has ever been doomed by the narrative like he has. You would not believe the things he’s Seen. He was moulded by his boss to start the apocalypse. He thought his wonderful boyfriend (who is his reason for going on) was an idiot and bullied him in their workplace for years. A spider saw him as a kid and thought “hey!! you’re pretty cool!!” . He’s so undeniably fucked it’s not even funny. he’s probably a computer now. he went off the rails and stalked his coworkers. He’s like a little kitten abandoned in a cardboard box in the rain. Regular Tuesday is him being kidnapped. He was forcibly moisturised. he’s the ceaseless watcher’s special little boy 👁️

- Honorable Mention -

Edwin Payne & Charles Rowland (Dead Boy Detectives)

They are inseparable, like seriously like do not separate. One of them (Edwin) is a repressed Edwardian twink who was ritually sacrificed by classmates. He has negative rizz but still somehow manages to pull everyone except the boy he really likes but even then, they have forever to figure it out. they are unknowingly in a QPR. The other is a 80’s ska-punk self-sacrificing goofball (Charles). He has the brightest smile and the saddest eyes you’ve ever seen. He has the energy of a labrador puppy and the loyalty of one too and he likes music and board games (he’s so me coded) Edwin is the only person in the universe Charles would go to hell and back for (literally). they’re ghosts. they solve mysteries, they’re literally perfect. blorboable. the sillies of you will.

would have also included The Captain (BBC Ghosts), Castiel (Supernatural) Peter Parker (Marvel) and Michael Emerson (The Lost Boys) but there isn’t enough time in the day for me to wax poetic about them.

tags: open!! anyone can feel free to scream about their blorbos, who am i to deprive you

Four characters who make you yell "MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN"

Tagged by my sweet beloved @letshaveadepressionparty 💚

everyone hold onto your hats because i'm about to list some men you ALREADY KNOW i love lmao (also gus gus you were right fuck doing 4 i'm doing 6 too because rogues are a separate category >:c)

i feel like this could have been men i also wanted to hold gently or characters i just really loved but i went with... hedonistic fuckin as usual

hancock (fallout 4)

sweet baby you’re just so romantic and silly and i would happily turn myself into a ghoul so i could spend eternity with you

arthur morgan (red dead redemption 2)

put me out of my misery and trample me with your horse you sad sad hunk of fuckin prime beef absolute husband material

nick (left 4 dead 2)

i have an affinity for sarcastic men who will get so annoyed at me within seconds that they could potentially murder me and i think nick is the strongest candidate for that category

daddy oz (the batman)

my toxic trait is that i think he would be gentle and love me more than any of the wildly more attractive women he is surrounded by each day but it's my life so whatever

digger (ss:ktjl)

turns out the fuckin hat trick to get into my pussy involves piss, being australian, and having dreadful facial hair like i have never so quickly fallen in love with someone who would give me VD before

eddie

urgh, you wretched disgusting little bitch i will never be cured of you, you have ruined my life, you are the cause of my suffering, the reason for my autism, and i will love you until i turn to fuckin dust

i'm gonna tag some more beloveds here:

@rainfallinthevoid @wammysgirl @it-is-i-zim @rallazarthemagnificent @littlemisscactus

#commander cody #clone wars #star wars #matt murdock #daredevil #billy alfred #undead unluck #jon sims #the archivist #the magnus archives #edwin payne #charles rowland #dead boy detectives

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nat-20s · 4 years ago

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for @jonmartinweek day 4 prompt- tape recorders! once again post canon, but this time babes? it’s pure sappiness

~*~

When Martin dumps the box in front of him, Jon can’t help the sardonic huff of a laugh that escapes him. “Really? I would’ve thought you’d had enough enough of these damn things for a lifetime.”

Martin beams at him, obviously expecting a less than thrilled response to the charity shop cassettes. “Oh, believe me, I have. Buuuut..”

It’s clear Martin wants him to bite, and, what the hell, Jon can’t deny he’s curious. He sets aside the paperback he’s been thumbing through and asks, “But?”

“But it’s been a year and a half since we got here, and you know that I’ve been writing again, and the poems really do sound better on tape.”

“Oh..kay? Is that all? Because, love, you do know you can replicate that sound digitally, right? No need to bring..to bring those things into our home.”

“Aha! I knew you would say that, but, no, Jon, that’s not all. Remember how our therapist said something about softening bad associations by re-contextualizing items with new, positive memories, or whatever? I thought these would be a good start, considering they’re not quite so visceral as lotion or, eugh, peaches. And, yes, there’s always the whole possibility of something listening on the other side, but I have actually accounted for that. I’ve had the recorder in my bag for the past week, and I’ve taken it to all sorts of locations that would be considered interesting or scary, and nothing. I brought it to a job interview, for Christ’s sake, and not a peep. I am almost certain that we have total control over when the recordings start and stop, and who gets to listen to them. You have full veto power here, obviously, and you don’t have to record anything yourself, but, I thought it might be nice, to record just notes and grocery lists or songs stuck in our heads or whatever. Maybe we could make tapes into something mundane and maybe even pleasant, if a bit outdated.”

Standing up for a better viewpoint, Jon eyes the box of cassettes and, crammed in the corner, the recorder itself. He’s not overly enthused at the sight, and if it comes on by itself at any moment, he’s tossing everything into an industrial shredder and never looking back. Yet, it would be preferable to not wince at the sound of static, to be able to use the tape deck in their beater car. He knows already that he won’t be using it himself, the imagined press of the recorder in his hand more than enough to make his skin crawl and throat tighten. Just Martin’s voice, however, might be tolerable. Perhaps even enjoyable, on those rare occasions that they have to spend more than a handful of hours apart. “All right.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. I suppose it won’t hurt to try. Though I must admit my confidence in this experiment isn’t particularly high.”

Martin rewards his willingness to go along with this with a kiss to the temple, and informs him, “That’s fine. I can be optimistic for both of us on this one.”

~*~

The next morning, Jon rolls over to find an upsetting lack of warmth at his side. He opens his eyes to find his delightful boyfriend has been replaced with a cold, uncaring tape recorder. It’s apparently locked and loaded, as it has a sticky note in Martin’s loopy handwriting that says “Play me :-)”. With bated breath, he ever so carefully presses play.

Hello, love. Remember how we completely neglected to do our shopping on Tuesday? Turns out, we have zero breakfast food now. I’m grabbing some bagels from the cafe that’s too pricey for us to regularly justify, I’ll be back in 15. I love you.”

Huh. Not terrible. Maybe this is something Jon could get used to after all.

After that morning, and Jon’s lack of averse reaction to it, Martin keeps his word and begins to record all sorts of things. Little reminders for both of them, a spoken journal, affirmations for Jon, and, yes, grocery lists, despite Jon’s continued insistence that a whiteboard would be infinitely easier. Martin even manages to capture Jon on tape a few times, either singing or having a very earnest conversation with their incredibly chatty cat.

The wild thing is that it works. Jon doesn’t flinch at the sight of a cassette anymore. At worst, they’re mental background noise, nothing to take note of. At best, they’re audio treats, a physical token of something wonderful or peaceful or loving or all of the above.

This culminates six months later, when Jon finds a tape awaiting it. On it is a spoken clue from Martin, leading to another cassette. He follows the path, and he has to admit, he’s enjoying the playful puzzle. After being lead to a number of locations loaded with fond memories, he ends up in front of Martin, waiting on a bench in the park where they first woke up Here. He goes to sit next to him, and with a silent smile, he’s handed one final tape. Jon raises an eyebrow at him, questioning, but Martin doesn’t give away anything, just nodding at the recorder. Jon shrugs, and goes for it.

My dearest Jon,We’ve been through hell and back more times than I can count, and throughout it all, we’ve somehow managed to stick by each other. Right now, I’m the happiest that I’ve ever been, and I have an inkling that it’s much the same for you. While it’s largely a formality at this point, I would like to declare to the world that we’re going to spend the rest of our lives, and perhaps even beyond them, together. My love, my light, my anchor, will you marry me?

Okay. He can admit he’s glad to have that on tape.

#jonmartinweek2021 #jonmartin #jon sims #martin blackwood #tma #post canon #yall this is so saccharine #AND it was posted during daylight hours WILD #HEY THIS WAS MISSING THE FIRST SENTENCE BUT IT'S FIXED NOW

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magalidragon · 3 years ago

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paris is always a good idea | a Jonerys Drabble

Thank you @youwerenevermine for my wonderful birthday gift, I love it so much and I love Paris so much and Jonerys and you for making this for me so I felt inspired and wrote a quick little drabble thing, lol. It’s only the fourth time I’ve written Jonerys in a modern, non-Westeros world, but it was fun! And I wanna’ go back so much! Paris, je t’aime!

They met while in university, oddly enough, as fate would have it, on her birthday.

She had been there to study art, for a year abroad, savoring every last second wandering the wide, arched hallways of the Louvre, staring at grand masters for hours on end, burning the vibrant colors and mesmerizing brushstrokes into her memory, wishing she could be as good as them one day. One day, someone would have her art in their house, and proudly boast they'd gotten it back when she was but a nobody, painting on the streets or in the grassy parks.

Since it was her birthday, she decided to treat herself, and instead of heading straight to the university to get some time in the studio, she decided to get an ice cream at Berthillon, heading to the Ile-St-Louis instead of to the metro, taking her time to admire, as she often did, the glory of Notre Dame, it’s gargoyles and buttresses.

At the glacier she took her time selecting a flavor, did not even mind paying the exorbitant price and shouldered through tourists taking refuge from a cold rain that had begun to fall. She savored it, the clean water bouncing off her peat coat and the beanie she’d tugged over her silver hair.

She was about to set off, to eat her ice cream and wander into the Marais, perhaps drop down into the Latin Quarter— maybe take a trip to Chanel or Dior or Celine to admire the creations she couldn’t afford— when her ice cream went flying, straight onto the wet sidewalk. Where a mass of pidgins attacked it with gusto.

“Merde! Faites attention!” she shouted, stomping her Doc Marten on the ground in petulant annoyance.

The man who had bumped her because he’d been roughhousing with another friend had been apologetic. He bought her another and said his name was Robb Stark. He was from Scotland, was on spring break with his buddies, which she didn’t care about. To apologize he invited her for a drink, especially when the worker who she’d told it was her birthday had commented on it again when she got another ice cream.

She figured why not? He was attractive, sorry, and nice enough so she agreed, although she had commented his French was terrible best to speak English. “You’re English?” he had teased.

“Half and half,” she answered. English father, French mother.

At the comptoir where she suggested they meet, in Montmartre, she brought her roommate Missandei and Missandei’s boyfriend Grey. It was just a drink and they’d leave and go to the dinner Missandei planned to take her to anyway.

Except that’s where she met him.

The dark, brooding figure at the tiny table in the corner, ignoring Robb and Robb’s friend Theon, and a couple others, favoring silence and his drink. He was in all black, barely acknowledging her and slipped out for a smoke when Robb began to shamelessly flirt. She didn’t care about Robb, she cared about him.

Jon.

She exited, saw him lighting a cigarette against a lap post. She flicked her coat collar up and sidled towards him. “Puis-j’en avoir un?”

“Sorry I don’t speak,” he began, and his eyes— black in the orange lamplight glow— flicking to her. He smiled gently “French.”

She smiled and repeated her question in English. “Can I have one? A smoke that is?”

He stuck the cigarette between his pouty, sinful lips, framed with a cropped dark beard, and reached into his coat pocket, removing a pack. She took one delicately and he lit it, cupping his hands around the tip so the wind didn’t blow it out.

A stream of smoke escaped her nostrils when she puffed and she smiled up at him, hoping he got the hint. “Do you like Paris?”

“Not especially.”

“Aw come on,” she teased. She hummed, closing her eyes and taking in the cold night. The electric buzz is people on the street and at the cafes and bars around them. “Paris is always a good idea.”

“Someone famous said that.”

“Audrey Hepburn.”

He sucked on the cigarette and smiled, a tiny one, the curve of his lip sly rather than shy. “You aren’t in there with the rest of them.”

“Because it’s my birthday and I want to do what I want to do.” She stubbed the cigarette out on the post and turned, disposing it in the bin by the door. A quick text to Missandei: I’m going to skip dinner, I think I have a date, she turned and studied him. “I’m…”

“Dany,” he said. He shrugged, finishing his smoke. “I remember.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I didn’t think you were listening when Robb introduced me.”

“I was.” He pulled the tartan scarf around his neck tighter. He glanced towards Sacré-Cœur, illuminated white in the lights around its base. He smirked at her. “You going back in?”

She shook her head. “No,” she drawled. She followed his gaze to Sacré-Cœur. “Have you been up there?”

“No.”

“You should. Some of the best views of Paris.”

He chuckled, voice tight. “You should invite Robb.”

“I think he might be a third wheel.”

It took him a second, the gears in his mind turning, understanding what she was saying. He cocked his head. His black curls were in a mess around his face. A few scattered rain drops landed on them, and he shook it free like a dog. Or a wolf, she thought, noting the animal embroidered on the edge of his scarf.

He narrowed his eyes again. “I told you I don’t really like Paris.”

“Why?”

“It’s loud. Busy. Dirty.”

She laughed. “Every city is like that but in Paris it’s different.”

“Why?”

Her bravado got the better of her and she stepped towards him, linking her arm through his. If he didn’t get it now, he was a stupid fool who deserved it when she kicked him into the gutter. “Because,” she murmured, rising to her toes, trying to gaze as directly as she could into his eyes, which she now saw were actually gray. His breathing quickened. “You’re with me.”

The wolf got the point with that comment. He allowed her to keep her arm around his and lead him towards the cathedral. They spoke of nothing and anything on the long walk through Montmartre to the highest point in the city.

He was in Paris for a research trip. He was studying medieval weapons and was going out to Bayeux to study some relics. His cousin Robb and friends came along for the free trip. They spoke about being starving artists in their field-- her literally an artist as it were. They talked about Paris-- how much he disliked it, how much she adored it. The top of Sacre-Coeur might have changed his mind, but he pretended he still didn’t get the appeal, so she dragged him back down to the streets, to her favorite all-night boulangerie, into the metro and across town to the Eiffel Tower, spinning in circles on the Champs du Mars. They ran across the Pont-de-la-Concorde and across the Tullieries. They wandered down the Seine, smoked cigarettes in the doorsteps of old buildings in the Latin Quarter, and drank cheap wine in one of the tourist-cafes near the Jardin du Luxembourg.

They meandered back through the streets, the city oddly quiet, the rain stopping, and she brought him to her garret studio in the Bastille, up the six flights of stairs to the top of the building, where she shed her coat and boots adn scratched her fat cat Drogon’s ears, leading him to the wrought-iron bars in one of the four windows she had, pushing the window open and crawling out, up onto the roof where she wanted to show him something.

“Look,” she directed, when he climbed up next to her-- less gracefully-- pointing to the lit-up Eiffel Tower.

He cursed under his breath. “It’s gorgeous.”

“It’s my favorite place in Paris. The rent is steep, but it’s worth it for this.” She chuckled. “And it has the best view.”

He whispered. “Yes, it does.”

And to her surprise, since she didn’t realize the time, the tower began to twinkle, the 20,000 lights across its metal beams flickering and she glanced sideways; he wasn’t watching the tower, but her face. She arched her brows. “You know, the lights twinkle for five minutes every hour, on the hour.” She smiled and shrugged, whispering. “It’s a sign that you’re supposed to return to Paris.”

Instead of saying anything, like how silly that was, he leaned in and cupped her face in his wide palm, callused and warm, bringing her face to meet his, kissing gently, in the twinkly glow of the lights. He pulled back a moment later, breathing, “I think I like Paris. And you’er right...this place has the best view.” His eyes were wide on hers, focused. She chuckled, nodding in agreement, and pulled him back to her for another kiss.

That night she savored every moment with him, as they pulled each other’s clothes off slowly, kissing and touching, every smooth curve and muscle of each other, each hard ridge and plane of his strong, muscular body or her soft, lean one. He touched her and kissed her and stroked her in ways she’d never experienced, bringing her to heights she’d only dreamed about. It was intense, the lights behind her closed eyelids when she came, over and over, gripping his shoulders, hair, the bedframe behind her. He rose up and over her, in and out, their bodies moving as one, thrusting and arching.

She didn’t know if she’d see him again; if this was a one-time, romantic Parisian adventure, but in the morning when she woke, she found him coming back inside from getting pastries and coffees, the faintest scent of cigarettes and her toothpaste on his lips when he kissed her good morning.

They exchanged their information, vowing to speak daily, and he would see her when he got back from Bayeux. She couldn’t believe when he did call and he kept his word. “When you lie, words lose their meaning,” he’d explained, obviously reading her surprise.

And when her year ended in Paris, she found herself in London, back at university, dreaming of their magical time there, even when they made time for each other, going back and forth from London to Edinburgh; and he from Edinburgh to Paris during the last couple of months of her year there.

They made it a priority; every single year they spent time in Paris, like they were students again, on that magical night.

They grew older, no longer needing to find the cheapest drinks and cigarettes, or staying in studio garrets, eventually able to experience some of the best hotels and restaurants the city had to offer, as he sold books and became a well-known author and professor, and her dream of becoming a famous artist came true, when sure enough, someone bought one of her paintings on the side of the Seine, someone who happened to be an art dealer in New York.

It was their city, where they met, and where they could remember.

After they married, about fifteen years after that fateful birthday, they visited again, and spun together on the Pont-Neuf, kissing and murmuring how they loved each other and always would, and he took her back to the tiny studio garret, which was now theirs, and sat on the rooftop and watched the Eiffel Tower sparkle.

“Paris is always a good idea,” she murmured, head in the crook of his neck, her back to his front, wrapped in a warm blanket, and his arms tight around her middle. She tilted her face up to his, sated, and still hopelessly in love with him. “Take me to Paris, Jon.”

He nuzzled his nose into her cheek, whispering. “You are Paris, Dany.”

As it was the city where they’d met, fallen in love, and found true happiness, she grinned, because that was his way of saying how much he loved her. She brushed her lips over his, sighing, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And they kissed, as the Eiffel Tower lit up, and she curled up into him, falling asleep in the city of love and lights.

#jonerys #jonerys au #jonerys drabble #Erika's gorgeous moodboards!#my random drabbles #Paris is always a good idea #Paris and jonerys is a better idea #happy birthday to me lol

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shasta-reese · 3 years ago

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Finale (good) thoughts

In the light of trying not to dwell on the things that didn't happen in the finale. I'd like to talk about the things that I did like about the finale. I'm not doing this in chronological order so it'll be jumping around a little bit, sorry, but here ya go:

- Lena and Lillian having one genuine moment was nice. Lil of a bittersweet ending cuz y'know Lillian died, would've been nice if she lived and spent the rest of her life making it up to Lena for giving her a shitty childhood, but I digress I feel okay with how they closed Lillian's arc because aside from Lillian's questionable parenting choices you cannot deny that she does (in her own twisted way) love her children

- Loved that despite Nyxly being so driven and willing to do almost anything to get the All Stone, she is NOT gonna harm an innocent child in order to to so. It's nice when even villains have a line they won't cross (*cough* unlike Lex *cough*)

- Again with Lena being Kara's humanity and trying to get her to see reason, love that for us (Kara still almost went through with the sun thing but she didn't in the end)

- So glad that they finally got rid of Lex, although I would've rather he be actually dead cuz then he'd definitely not appear again but being sent to the Phantom Zone by essentially himself is doable. (don't get me wrong I love Jon Cryer's portrayal of Lex but his arc should've ended in Season 4 when Lena shot him dead)

- CAT GRANT. Definitely a highlight of the finale, her buying CatCo back and making Kara editor-in-chief is such a fanfic moment. I absolutely loved that it became canon.

- Obviously the Dansen wedding was so wonderful. The vows were beautiful. Loved the version Canada got cuz it had extra scenes that include Lena becoming Esme's godmother, the extended Kara/Lena conversation just felt more complete, that lil bonding moment Esme and James had was nice, and the implication of a definite Brainia wedding was the best. Azie and Chyler being technically legally married cuz David Harewood is a certified officiant has got to be the funniest bts fact I've heard lol

- BRAINIA ENDGAME. God I knew they probably weren't gonna make Brainy leave but fuck I was so scared that they were gonna do that. Nia and Brainy just deserve all the good things, their relationship has not been easy and I'm glad that they can finally have their happy ever after.

- Honestly I knew that SC had a very, very, very low chance of happening and I am upset that they didn't go through with it but what we got was better than what I was expected (which wasn't much let's be honest here, we were all hoping for bare minimum). I feel like if they didn't force in the word "friendship" and "friend" into the dialogue it would've been a very good open ending for SC to potentially be more in the future. But nonetheless that scene was still great, Lena being the one to talk to Kara about being herself and who she wants to be was a great choice that highlights how both their character arcs parallel each other. And just how much they've grown with each other since they met. Because at the end of the day Lena and Kara are each others person and each others most significant relationship. And even though we didn't get official endgame with them, in a way we still did because we've been reassured that no matter what happens these two will always be there for each other.

- And the very last scene of Cat Grant introducing Kara Zor-el just made me feel so much. I love that Cat Grant was the one who essentially introduced Supergirl to the world is doing it once again but with Kara being her true self just made me emotional. Especially with that final shot of Kara smiling just fucked me up so bad (in a good way)

I have made many critiques about Supergirl throughout its run but I am genuinely sad to say goodbye to these characters that I've come to love so much. This is the first fandom that I've truly interacted with and I can't express how much it means to have been a part of this (no matter how small), this fandom like many has of course seen bad times but there is also so much good and I wanna hold onto those. Just like the show. Despite the plotholes and infuriating moments of this show, I will always remember the characters that have changed my life and I am forever grateful for the actors and actresses who brought these characters to life. And I am grateful for the actresses who fought so hard for these characters because they knew how important these character meant to us. So just for a short moment I wanna hold on to those good things and moments. I'll probably post a full critique of the finale but just for a moment I wanna remember the good among the bad. That's all.

Goodbye, for now.

#supergirl #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #alex danvers #kelly olsen #esme danvers olsen #nia nal #querl dox #brainy #lillian luthor

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schm00by · 4 months ago

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As someone who is fixated on this game, I almost passed out from seeing this. I'm so glad I'm not the only one who is still infatuated with this game. Thank you for pointing out some things I left out, I definitely skipped quite a few details when making this lol.

For the first point I'm gonna say I agree with you there. My theory that there was possibly a third character was something that I didn’t really believe myself personally (which is why I called it the Stranger) and I honestly had no idea where I was going with that and was just sorta throwing it up in the air for interpretation, but looking back on it is most definitely the Kid. It’s very likely it was the Kid, and it would make sense for why the Entity chose to have him specifically kidnapped and manipulated. However, it still, makes the timeline very strange in my head but for my own sake I'm ignoring it lol. I also agree with that in the section where Garfield asks the player to pick up the toys that it is in fact the Kid. This was more so a revision of what happened, and I tried my best to keep an open mind for speculation but in all honesty, it was most definitely the Kid. In fact, this whole sequence could’ve been Garfield/the Entity’s way of worming it’s influence into the Kid’s head in the first place.

As for the route where we do get to save the dog I did know about this! I mentioned only the dog being killed as I didn’t think the dog being dead or alive really mattered in the grand scheme of things, given the dog may have lived or died countless of times within the many many time loops but now I wish I did mention it lol.

Now for The Temple section my own theory was that it was Jon that went to temple in the first place which is where he learned about the blindfold technique and the significance of the symbols used to ward off the Entity’s influence. Plus, it would’ve shown that Jon knew of the dangers of the entity and why he blames himself even more harshly about what has become of him and this Kid. I think both interpretations work as the game is pretty vague and it doesn’t affect the timeline all too much.

I personally think the Kid escaped and went on a killing spree during the first hallucination (when there was still nine days left till the stars aligned) but during the second hallucination, after Jon shoots the Kid, it is shown that the Kid is still trying to climb out of the basement, relic in hand, when he is shot.

Also, you made me remember one of my favorite details of the game that I think I mentioned in my rant. I absolutely love the differences between the Entity’s manipulation of Jon and the Kid. With what you stated that the Entity knew how to play with its food. The Kid being a kid would be much more susceptible to influence and control if eased into doing heinous acts with bright colors, music, etc. Like bro was literally going on a hallucinatory bender that got every person at a random ass gas station killed just because the funny kitty gave him fire powers and was told to kill lasagna and find a tower. While with Jon, whenever it minds controlled Jon, he’d just black out. No fun hallucinations about fighting make-believe foods or anything of the sort that wasn’t blunt or forceful. Every horrible act the Kid made was through coercion, not full-on possession like Jon, though hallucinatory. (Not saying it’s his fault, he is a little kid. Plus, if the funny cat told me to jump on clouds and fight evil lasagna, I’d probably do it too)

THIS OMG. This dialogue in particular proves that it is ONLY the Kid who can see the Entity as Garfield. Which is just the Entity’s way of taking on a form that would most likely amuse a child. Like you’ve stated earlier, Jon refers to the Entity as The Voice, he doesn’t see some concrete being when he hears it. It is simply just that. A voice. I can’t believe I didn’t think about that when writing my rant.

I love this game and I'm still onto hope that the dev will make another ending for this game 🤞

Making Sense of the Last Monday (yes the Garfield horror game)

The Last Monday is a psychological horror that starts with you trying to help Garfield find his house keys. It is free to play on itch.io and if you haven’t checked it out you definitely should.

This game is broken up into numerous sections that are not in chronological order. From my research and analysis of the game, I will be breaking down each section, each POV we play as, and finally structure each section into a somewhat cohesive timeline at the end of the sections analysis to the best of my ability and observations. I have also named each section to remember it easier

There are three characters we play as:

The Stranger

The Kid (the kid will be referred to with he/him pronouns, but ultimately they don’t have a concrete gender stated in the games)

John Arbuckle

Section 1: Entering the House

We start the game in an unknown POV of neither the Kid nor Jon. This POV will be deemed the Stranger. We open up with a view of the sun before looking at a saturated colored house in the middle of no where. We are requested by Garfield to help him into his house. We retrieve a garage door opener from the backyard and find the key after Garfield gets up from the porch to stop us from opening the garage door. A small easter egg is found when the garage door opens and a small CD is thrown out before Garfield closes the garage. This CD can be used during Section 2. After grabbing the key you can access the basement. We are instructed by Garfield to paint over symbols that are drawn over the basement. There is a small black cage and a notepad filled with child drawings. This will be important later. The notepad contains a code to open a vault and retrieve a black cat relic before we run up the stairs of the basement chased by an angry Jon Arbuckle. We make it upstairs and spray paint the rest of the symbols before being commanded by a voice to throw the relic into the fire.

Section 2: Chores

The second section we play either as the Kid or John. We are in a bright colorful house. The Entity/Garfield often uses saturated colors and hallucinations to manipulate the Kid, unlike with Jon whom because he is an adult, uses bleak colors. Again this is up to you, either POV works for this section. We are told to put a lasagna in the oven and a 2 hour timer starts and in that time, told to pick up some toys. This is also when you can put the CD found in Section 1 into the TV however nothing happens and this does not effect the ending or the story in any way. (Very disappointing considering there is only one ending to this game as of now) When we are told to pick up the toys, if you notice, every single one of these toys are found in the Kid’s bedroom (explained in Section 3.1). This section I believe is kind of a sick way of making the Kid reliving his capture at the hands of John. Or it could be Garfield taunting John of what he did, kidnapping an innocent kid and making him cleanup the child’s toys as a mockery of him. After picking up all the toys and the relic, we see quick glitches of fire that spread throughout the house. Confirming that this takes place after the events of Section 3.1 (explained below) We know John burns down the Kid’s house after kidnapping him. Again this could either be the Kid reliving his capture in a sick way or John being forced to relived his actions he made whilst possessed. After picking up the toys we go to the backyard to dig up things Odie dug into the backyard. We find a ball, a bone, a newspaper clipping about a family murder and a child being missing (this will be important later), and finally a dog corpse. The corpse possibly being the dog you kill during Section 3.1. The house is burst into flames because the lasagna burned and the section ends. Its important to note that this entire section…didn’t exactly happen. As I’ve stated this is more of a recollection of events that have already happened. To understand this section you must understand sections 3 and 3.1 as this entire section occurs sometime after those events and is more so a dream-scape like retelling of those events.. This does not have an official place on the timeline as I am considering this more so of a dream that The Kid or Jon had. I will place it on the timeline below but this isn’t a very crucial section to understanding this game, other than the newspaper that is dug up.

Section 3: The House

I want to note that the events of the game don’t play in chronological order, and I will put a short summary of the timeline below. We play as John in this section, who after coming to from the Entity’s possession (Garfield) winds up at the very house the rest of the events of this game will play out. We know we play as John due to the reflection of the bathroom mirror when he cuts out his tongue. Here we pick up gasoline (which will be used to burn down the Kid’s house in Section 3.1), the gun (which the Kid will use and I’ll explain further down this analysis), and a roll of tape (which will be used when kidnapping the kid), and the wire cutters (which are used to uh remove John’s tongue and cut the powerline of the Kid’s house). We also find a bloody shovel and can infer that the Entity made John kill the family living in this house while possessed.

Section 3.1: The Kidnapping

In the beginning of this section we play as John, cutting the powerline, killing the dog, and the people in the house. The POV then switches to the Kid and we hide in the closet. Again, all the toys in the Kid’s bedroom are also found in Section 2 when we have to pick them all up. John kidnaps the Kid and the scene ends.

Section 3.2: The Symbols

We are now in the POV of the Kid, locked in a cage by John, but not for malicious reasons. John is keeping the Kid in the cage because he is compromised by the Entity, his actions could be puppeteered by it at any given moment, thus keeping him in a cage. I know we are the Kid because of his cries to ‘go home’ right after the house burning sequence, and also because John leaves cartoons in front of his cage to watch. We ask him questions and ask to go home only for John to not answer (unable to due to his tongue being gone). The Kid consumes the food and drinks the soda provided which was shown to be drugged. We walk through a bright door and pass through numerous symbols. These are the symbols that later on in the game are explained that they’re the only thing repelling the Entity. The Kid attempts to communicate with Jon once more only for him to cry when the Kid speaks. Probably from his guilt, Jon’s guilt for what he’s done is recurring.

Section 4: The Tower

Our POV starts right where we left off from Section 3.s, our POV still the Kid’s and we are watching TV. What is interesting to note is that Garfield only appears when John isn’t around and even refers to John as “his master” even though we know who is really in control. This is where the timeline gets wonky as these sections do not take place in chronological order. I am just explaining each section on a surface level and will sort each section into a somewhat cohesive timeline based on my observations that i am 75% sure is right at the end of my section analysis. In Section 4, John is no longer being controlled by the Entity, it’s presence now moved onto the Kid. This was possibly the reason why the Entity made John kidnap the Kid instead of killing him, a child being much more easier to influence incase John managed to break free. Anyways back to the analysis of this section. Garfield breaks us out of the cage and apologizes on his ‘master’s’ behalf. He instructs us to run up the stairs and grants us something called ‘firepower’ this fire power I believe is the gun John stole in Section 3. Another thing important to note is that, unlike with John, whenever the Entity possess or influences the child, it makes what the Kid is doing seem harmless and fun, the world saturated in color and illusion. Unlike in John’s case with everything bleak. Again fueling the idea that the Kid is much easier to influence and control. We are told to get to through the maze and to the tower and to shoot lasagnas that come after us. When we do make it to the tower, we are snapped back to reality and are in a gas station. We shoot the last stray lasagna before the illusion fully dispels and we see a man dead and the realization that all those lasagnas we shot were all people. We hear a honk of a horn, who is later confirmed in a later section to be John. Basically, Garfield made the Kid massacre a shit ton of people and disguised it as a game and rides back to John’s house in his car. We wake up in a bed to see Garfield in front of the TV again referring to John as the ‘master’ even though we know he is feigning innocent. We get into John’s garage and read a book with the symbols we in Section 3.2.

Section 5: The Temple

In this POV we are entirely John. We are at a temple and place a familiar cat relic into a box with the symbols shown in Section 3.2, which I will refer to as just the symbols, drawn one the box. The box is sealed and a small ritual is performed that implies John was broken free of the Entity’s control. This section takes place sometime after John was first possessed and perhaps found a way to break free of the mind control. We are never explicitly shown when John was first possessed, but this is possibly the earliest account and this sequence happens before any other section occurs.

Section 5.1: Change of Heart

Sometime after the events of Section 5, John had a change of heart and decided to go back for the Relic with the promise of shared power with the Entity. This is the domino effect of everything that happens in the game. He steals the Relic and drives off before the Entity takes control of his body once more. He comes to after the Entity forces him to murder another family before the flashback ends with John arriving at the house in Section 3.

Section 6: Methods

We are back where 4 left off, back in the Kid’s POV. When we try to leave the garage we are immediately confronted by an angry Garfield who demands to know what is in the garage. The garage has the symbols drawn on the walls, thus is the reason why Garfield is unable to enter. We pass out and then when we leave the garage and enter the house Garfield is no where to be seen. A note from John is on the counter, explaining what is happening. In his note, it explains the Entity who once controlled him is now controlling us and the only way to stop it is at the end of the month when the stars align, until then we must wear the headphones to keep us from listening to the Entity. John warns us to not listen to its lies or illusions and that he is sorry. Obviously he is sorry for killing the Kid’s family and being the one to start this mess in the first place. This is also where we get the confirmation of the symbols being used to protect us from the Entity, with a note on the wall explaining each symbol’s meaning. When wandering in the basement, a note states that if we are overcome by the Entity we will be put into a cage, the same one seen in Section 1. Again this more proof we are in fact the Kid, with John using words like time-out to explain to us the usage of the cage. We go to the bedroom where John sleeps on a futon allowing us the bed. The Kid falls asleep.

Section 7: The Cage

We are back in the Kid’s POV with only ten more days to go until the end of the month. Ten more days until they can defeat the entity. We have the headphones John gave us on listening to music as the we sit down in front of the TV to draw in our notepad. The same notepad that was in the cage of Section 1. We draw about not listening to The Entity, fully trusting John. This happy moment does not last as Garfield/The Entity chastizes us for our mistrust in it, stating that they werent there for the horrible stuff that happened to the kid but John was. They weren’t there when John was at the Kid’s house, or at the gas station, and was the one that freed the Kid from the cage in Section 4. It claims it is our friend and pulls the Kid into another hallucination, beckoning him to come play outside. We are met with another illusion, back at the tower from Section 4, only now we are climbing up it. We fight off bats before the ‘monster’ gets us. We are flashed back to reality to see a scratched up John dragging us back to to the house as we somehow during our hallucination made it outside. The Kid is shown lying down in the cage before waking up and John interrogating us about what we saw before we were possessed, using a notepad. At the end of the interrogation, John advises the Kid to use the blindfold next time we see the Entity or “the Kitty” as the Kid has been calling it.

Section 8: Means To An End

Once again, we are in the Kid’s POV. One more day until the stars a line. One more day until they can defeat the Entity. The music is noticeably gone, meaning we are not wearing the headphones John told us to wear. The scene plays out similar to Section 7, only this time when the Kid goes to draw it is clear he have lost trust in Jon and is possibly too far into the Entity’s influence, with drawings showing mockery of Jon’s warnings and a desire to go outside. On the last page of the notepad there is a code for a vault. The same vault from Section 1. The Entity commands the Kid to go down into the basement, which for the past two sections have been locked due to Jon being down there. However this time, Jon is sleeping in the bedroom and the basement is unlocked. The Kid creeps down the stairs to open the safe, which reveals the relic and we are thrusted back into another hallucination. This hallucination ends with the Kid snapping back to reality, shot by Jon to prevent him from escaping the basement with the relic and going on another possessed induced massacre, thus killing the child, just one day before they could defeat the Entity and be freed.

Section 8.1: Devourer of Stars

We are in Jon’s POV after he killed the Kid. Draping his body in a blanket and putting the child in the garage, the Entity begins to speak to Jon. It tells him that Jon’s killing of the child has unleashed the Entity. It begins monologuing on the uselessness of Jon’s futile efforts to defeat it, stating in this chilling line: “You want to defeat me when the stars align? Then I shall take the stars from you.” The Entity then states that Jon shall see the child soon enough. It is revealed that Jon and the Kid are stuck in a time loop, created by the Entity, to repeat this timeline again and again until, in it’s words: “gets what it wants and until Jon breaks.” What it desires never being said explicitly, and to be honest I’m not very sure what it wants either. So the ugly truth has come to light, that this isn’t even the first time these events played out. The Kid is destined to be taken, corrupted, and killed over and over again with Jon’s efforts never being enough to save the both of them.

Section 9: The Last Monday, Again.

We are back in a POV similar to the start of the game. The saturated house in view, no other house in sight. Only this time, the sun is gone. We are given the same task by Garfield to help him find his key. Only this time, when going to retrieve the garage door opener, it is nowhere to be found. When returning to Garfield he states: “I love playing with my food, don’t you?”

The End Credits

When the credits roll, a morse code is to be heard which reads, “I don’t know who you are, and I don’t know what you know. You’ve been here before, hundreds of times. You’ve returned to me everyday and everyday I must stop you. I’ve tried killing you. I’ve tried keeping you alive. Please forgive me. Sometimes I want to give up, but I fear that if the voice is free (the Entity/Garfield), we will be tortured more than this. Please please forgive me.” (credit: Mak Angeleezy on YT). This is likely Jon to the Kid or in this case, us, since we the player are the Kid. Section 9 is the start to the next time loop or in other words the second timeline

Conclusion

The Last Monday is a psychological horror with Lovecraftian elements. We flip flop between different POVs and different parts of the timeline. We have been through these events hundreds of times over, due to a time loop instilled by the Entity to repeat the last Monday over and over again right when our characters are just shy of victory. There is no happy ending for anyone, and despite this, Jon pursues freedom in each loop. To save us and himself from this forever hell. Something very notable and something to commemorate, even though it is his fault for its beginning. Hopefully someday for my own sanity the creator will make another ending to the game because my god, The Kid is going through it.

Timelines

So…technically there are two timelines or two time loops if you will that this game marks. Each section is set to how I think the events of this game went chronologically.

Time Loop 1

Section 1: Entering the House (this marks the end of this time loop and thrusts us to the beginning of the second time loop aka the loop we play)

Time Loop 2

Section 5: The Temple (Jon rejects the artifact which holds significance to the Entity)

Section 5.1: Change of Heart (Jon comes back to the artifact with the promise of shared power before being controlled and taken to the house)

Section 3: The House (Jon arrives at the house and collects supplies needed to kidnap the Kid)

Section 3.1: The Kidnapping (Jon kills the Kid’s parents and kidnaps him)

Section 2: Chores (a dream or daydream the Kid or Jon might’ve had about the kidnapping)

Section 3.2: The Symbols (Jon keeps the Kid locked up and performs a ritual on him in an attempt to protect him from the Entity)

Section 4: The Tower (Garfield/The Entity frees the Kid and sends him on a possessed, hallucinatory bender that causes him to kill a ton of people before Jon picks him up and takes him back to the house)

Section 6: Methods (After reading a book left for the Kid by Jon, he is told the only they’ll beat the Entity is at the end of the month when the stars align and is instructed a list of ways to keep the Entity at bay from his mind during their time waiting)

Section 7: The Cage (10 more days until the end of the month and the Entity manipulates the Kid into not trusting Jon before being thrust into another hallucination which causes him to escape the house. He is then being dragged back inside by a battered Jon and kept in a cage until he is himself again)

Section 8: Means To An End (1 more day to go before the end of the month. The Kid is too far gone in the Entity’s manipulation and as instructed by the Entity, goes down to the basement to unlock the relic from the safe. The Kid is thrusted back into another hallucination before being shot by Jon when he attempts to leave the basement with the relic)

Section 8.1: Devourer of Stars (The Entity reveals Jon’s plans for defeating it were futile, revealing the existence of the time loop the Kid and Jon have been in for god knows how long)

Section 9: The Last Monday, Again (marks the end of this time loop and would be the catapult for the next time loop’s beginning)

Idk what’s with my fascination with characters who get mind controlled but yeah I think about this game every day

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loyalshipper · 4 years ago

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May I introduce the Tumblr DC community to one of my two favorite Batfam AUs I have created. Bruce Wayne owns a hotel/museum near an ocean cliff and still has a chronic adoption problem but doesn’t fight crime. (If anyone writes this you can make it to where heroes still exist, the Batfam are the inly no capes)

WE still exists but it isn’t run by Bruce it is run by Lucius because back in the 60s Thomas and Martha bought the hotel and wanted that to be their legacy. They still die the same way but Bruce puts all his efforts into running and blossoming the hotel which was his parent’s dream project.

I’ll get back into the hotel in a minute I’m taking about the kids now

Dick is gotten a similar way, he visits the Cape with Haly’s Circus, his parents die because of faulty wiring sold to the circus by Zucco and Dick becomes an orphan. Bruce just so happened to use his one night off in a while to go see the circus. He keeps thinking about Dick and ends up adopting him. He helps Dick and the Circus bring Zucco to justice and sues the hell out of him and shuts down his business. (Adopted at 8))

Jason was found living in one of the shut down rooms of the hotel. Because his dad left and was in prison and his mom od. So Bruce treats him like a wild animal and starts to leave food out on a regular schedule until Jason gets comfortable with him and he adopts Jason. (five years younger than Dick)

Tim was the son of two wealthy archaeologists who were gone 11 out of the 12 months. Bruce met Tim because he liked to come into the museum and take pictures of the museum exhibits and hotel architecture and shoreline which he would develop and give copies to Bruce. So he opens his house to this little boy with a penchant for photography. Until one day Tim’e parents call Tim telling him that they are staying in Egypt permanently because the archeological dig is producing wonderous results and they’ll be hiring him an around the clock sitter. Only for Tim to wait three weeks and no one shows up. They went so far as to fire Ms. Mac but never hired a sitter for their son. So he goes to Bruce in tears and explains everything, because this is it-his parents finally did abandon him, and Bruce sues them for custody of Tim. (Three years younger than Jason, adopted at 7)

Damian was the result of a relationship Bruce had in college while studying hotel management and hospitality. Talia is the daughter of a hotel conglomerate owner who is currently trying to buy Bruce’s hotel so it can be torn down and Ra’s can built a new hyper expensive hotel in its place. Damian was sent to live with Bruce to try and get Bruce to have Damian inherit the hotel so Ra’s can get it and destroy it, but that backfired because instead Damian falls in love with the hotel and his new family (reluctantly) and wants to see the hotel and museum flourish, not tear down this historical piece of architecture to replace it with a soulless hotel only available to the wealthy elite. But something available to everyone that families vacation to because there is so much history and beauty in a thing that has stood for centuries. So Damian turns against Ra’s. Due not that while Damian and Tim do have a sibling rivalry it is not as vicious and cutting as it is in canon. They love each other they just don’t mesh well while in the same room. And yes, Damian still has his variety of pets (7 years younger than Tim)

Cass came to the hotel with her “father,” David Cain, who went to the Cape for business, and just ended up leaving and forgetting Cass at the hotel. He was still abusive and Cass had trouble speaking but he wasn’t “turn Cass into the world’s greatest assassin” abusive. After Bruce finds Cass, he sues Cain for parental custody and then ruins his life unrepentantly. (Couple of months older than Jason)

After Martha and Thomas died, Alfred took over managing the hotel while Bruce was still growing up and while he was getting his degrees, now he is the grandfather to Bruce’s many kids and helps to keep them running and cared for while they run and care for the hotel. He’s also the one that helps the new kids transfer into the life of running a hotel.

Barbara is the daughter of the Police Comissioner still who became friends with Dick and works, first part time at the museum/hotel and then full time. Same with Steph and Tim (1 year older than Dick)

Cullen and Harper work at the museum, Helena works at the hotel. Carrie does both. Duke is the newest acquisition. Only, his parents disappeared and no one has been able to find them yet. So Bruce currently had temporary custody of Duke who lives at the hotel with everyone. (Harper is a year older than Tim, Cullen is a year younger than Tim, Carrie is the same age as Jason, Duke is a few months younger than Tim)

Each person has different jobs. (Dick is concierge/check-in, Jason does guided history tours of the hotel/museum/grounds, Tim works in financials because he deals with the least amount of people, Helena, Carrie and Steph are both maids, Carrie also does janitorial stuff with Cullen, Barbara works hotel check-in with Dick, Barbara and Harper work cashier at the gift shop, Duke doesn’t have a job yet because he is still dealing with the disappearance of his parents, Damian does every job to see where he fits in best.

JARRO IS THE FAMILY PET STARFISH THAT TIM ADOPTED WHEN HE FIRST JOINED THE FAMILY AND RESCUED FROM BEING EATEN OFF THE BEACH

The hotel is still fully staffed with not-batkids, like grounds keepers and other hotel cleaners and janitors.

Location time!

I’m turning Gotham nicer and changing the geography of the city.

The hotel Museum rests about 200 yds from a cliff that overlooks a beach. There is a well maintained stair case put into the cliff for people to walk down, as well as a longer gravel path that follows the cliff edge down to the shoreline. It is frequented by seals, sea lions, and in the distance, dolphins and whales. The hotel it’s self has about 100 or so acres of land and a long drive but it is technically within walking distance to the city. And it’s a normal coastal town with a port and touristic areas. Kinda eerie at night when the fog rolls in but that’s part of the charm of the NorthEast.

Selina is just Bruce’s friend in this. She is Helena’s mother and Bruce was a surrogate for her. She decided she wanted a baby and Bruce offered to be a donor. So Selina had Helena and Bruce is part of her life but not as her dad, which was the agreement. Selina takes care of the stray animals on the grounds and favors the cats.

Clark is a reporter that was tasked to right an article on the hotel and it’s history, became good friends with Bruce and brings his family (Lois, Jon, Bizarro, Kon, Kara, Lena, Chris, Ma, Pa, and Lex) on vacation to it every year. Lex and Clark are divorced husbands that left on good terms and are friendly enough to coparent their son, Connor, who was made the same way as canon but less hush hush and illegally, Kara is Clark’s cousin and Lena is her fiancée, Lois is his wife, Jon and Bizarro are their two biological sons (Bizarro has autism), Chris is their foster son. Bizarro latches onto Jason in a way that he hasn’t before and always loves coming to the hotel, Jon and Chris are best friends with Damian, Connor and Tim are long distance dating.

Collin, Maya, and Maps are Damian’s best friends from school (Damian has a crush on Collin) and he’s trying to convince them to join the hotel staff like his siblings’ friends but they are a) too young and b) not interested.

Roy has all of his problems as in canon and gets help for it, so as a way to try and bring the family closer, Oliver and Dinah arrange a vacation to the hotel for them Roy and Lian. As a stepping stone kind of thing. Get away from daily stress. Roy is resistant at first until he and Jason hit it off and start talking and Jason talks sense into him and they strike up a friendship turned romance.

The Flashfam visit the museum diring a countrywide roadtrip and mad the stop because Bart is a history buff and wouldn’t stop talking about it the entire trip. He becomes fast friends with Tim and is the only person to ever get a Tim Wayne history tour. No matter what Kon tells you he is super salty about it. Wally and Dick were internet friends and used the roadtrip as a way to be able to meet up.

Thad is the obligatory complainer who doesn’t want to stay in a musty old hotel.

Ivy is the main grounds keeper and is in charge of the native wildlife sanctuary most of the land is used for, as well as taking care of the native plantlife and lives in town with her girlfriend, Harley. Harley helps the kids prank Bruce.

Harley is a children’s psychiatrist hired by Bruce to help the kids deal with their various traumas. Her coming to the hotel for sessions is how she and Ivy met.

They started dating between Dick and Jason and Dick talks up each of them to the other, but each individual kid that comes in think they’d be cute together (since they are both professional while working there isn’t immediate proof that they are dating. But they will flirt with each other if they see each other) and it’s basically a right if passage to try and convince their siblings to help them get together and then try and set them up on their own and find out the hard way that they’re already together. They love seeing all the different way the kids try and set them up. They tend to go along with it until either the kids realise or they take pity on them.

Their favorite was Damian’s where he set up an entire romantic dinner at the hotel restaurant and Dick managed to slyly convince him to set it on a certain day that turned out to be Harley and Ivy’s anniversary.

Alfred is the head chef for the hotel, making room service meals and the breakfast buffet line up. Jason will help him out if he isn’t busy with other things.

Victor Fries and his wife hold an ice cream social ever summer at the hotel with all the ice cream flavors they came up with over the last year.

Edward Nygma, famous escape room designer, is hired to make an escape room themed on the hotel and museum that is built on the grounds near the main building.

Another ritual that starts, begins with Tim, where the older siblings convince the newest one that the hotel is haunted and Jason takes them on a “haunted ghost tour” of the abandoned part of the hotel (the part that is too dilapidated and run down to remodel safely) while the others are stationed at different parts of the hotel and grounds to run whatever scenario to scare the new kid. The only one that hasn’t been done to is Cass because even after several years she still jumps a little too hard at loud noises. But one time Jason accident closed a door a little too harshly while Cass and Tim were doing something and it caused her to jump so hard she knocked over Tim and started crying. They were contemplating whether she was strong enough to do it or not and that cemented that she wasn’t.

Tim and Cass are nearly inseparable and are commonly referred to as the Wayne Twins. For Halloween they decided to go as each other.

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