#mag writes fic

[ghostmaggie]

i looooove my fiyeraba wip fic. i wish it was done so y'all could read it but in a much more real way i wish it was done so i can read it

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Angband falls. Beleriand sinks. And Maglor’s wandering when comes across an emaciated hand on the sea shore. Now, it’s not uncommon to see bodies and limbs especially with the mass death of so many orcs and elves killed in the War of Wrath.

But this one he recognises.

The ring bearing the star of the Crown Prince turned King, at the time only recently given by a dying father to his eldest son. The misshapen gold from a young nephew learning his craft, worn with pride even in the darkness of Beleriand. Favoured gemstones embedded in a more elegant ring given by a younger brother as a gift for reaching the highest level of scholarship.

But he wouldn’t need any of that. Not really. Because even scarred and bloodied and shrivelled as it is, Maglor recognises the hand of his eldest brother, left in an iron shackle on the heights of Thangorrodrim.

A hand taken trophy by a Vala and enchanted never to decay. A prize with a place of honour in Morgoth’s Iron Hell.

A hand that’s all Maglor has left of his older brother.

Cradling the slowly decaying flesh, Maglor slowly works at pulling off the iron cuff, careful not to damage Nelyo’s hand any further. It takes days. Weeks. But he refuses to make another mark on it. When it finally comes off, he tosses the cursed object to the depths of the sea, and for the first time, leaves the shore.

Ulmo watches as the Singer makes his way inland, single minded focus driving him away from his lamentation. Maglor walks and walks, weeks, months, all the while carefully protecting the last piece of his brother. The Vala of the Oceans isn’t the only one watching as he stumbles and falls and fights what orcs remain with terrifying fervour until he at last reaches what he’s looking for.

A fiery chasm. One of few left in an almost sunken Beleriand. Just big enough to do what’s needed.

Kneeling at the edge, he holds the hand to his chest, and for a moment it’s like Nelyo is there with him, promising it will be ok. It’s all the courage he needs.

When Maglor falls, he doesn’t feel fear. Pain. Grief. Or even the fire.

Only his brother welcoming him home.

[bewaretheidesofmarchyall]

it’s past midnight and i need to sleep but more importantly 

I need to talk about Mags Flanagan from the Hunger Games

Listen. Listen. She might be a minor character who dies halfway through the book she arrives in. But her story is fucking fascinating. 

First of all, since she’s 80 years old during the 75th Annual Hunger Games, she would have been 5 when they started. That means that she’s the only victor we know of that’s guaranteed to have memories of the beginning of the games, not to mention the rebellion itself.

Second, there’s a promotional poster that has a photo of her Victory Tour and the Implications it accidentally has are staggering

her expression and the fact that they dressed her in a military uniform with medals is captivating in its own right but. She’s the victor of the 11th Hunger Games. That doesn’t sound like a big deal but it is.

The 10th Games, featured in The Ballad Of Songbirds and Snakes, took place in a literal arena. They were the first Games to feature sponsorships and betting, which meant they were the first Games where a tribute’s ability to play to the camera mattered. Lucy Gray, their victor, did not have a victory tour.

Mags Flanagan having the 11th games means that she was the first tribute to know that winning over the audience was a factor from the minute she was Reaped. She was the first tribute with a Victory Tour. It’s likely they she also may have been the first tribute to fight in an arena of the kind that’s shown in the actual Hunger Games trilogy.

So she goes from a witness to the fall of the rebellion and the Capitol’s new horror, to a record-breaking and possibly crowd-favorite Victor. That’s already a lot and we’re only 20% through her life.

She then went on to be a seasoned mentor for Four, possibly shaping it into a Career District. She played the Capitol’s games, while eventually becoming a rebel conspirator.

Speaking of the rebellion-Her district’s victors were far more onboard with fighting against the Capitol than any other Career District. If not for Lyme from District Two (shoutout to Lyme from District Two), Four’s victors would be the only career district victors that actively plotted against the Capitol. Why? When did this start? What was Mags’ hand in it?

I have a million questions about her. Mags Flanagan appreciation please

[mortal-kingss]

just a sketch but be on the lookout 🕷️

update: they have been rendered… mwahahahhaah

[candyswirls]

Salutations and happy Sanguinala!

If it wasn’t a bother or anything I was just wondering to make a request for something fluffy with Yarrick? Ik you typically do stuff with space marines and primarch so don’t feel any pressure ofc!!!

And if a bother perhaps with a younger commissar he is mentoring

Thank you so much for your time and I hope you have a great holiday!!!!!!

A little Magnus doodle as thanks for giving me the time of day, thank you!!!!

Cute! And I said any 40K character and I mean any!

It was a shabby present.

It was wrapped with various paper, most that was burned, held together by a strange paste glue.

With how his name was written, he knew who it was from.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Who in their right mind allowed this to be shipped,” he started. “All the way to me?? All the way through the imperium!?”

Those before him shuffled awkwardly.

“Get out of my sigh- no don’t touch it!” He snapped. “Leave it there!”

They scurried out and Yarrick sat back in his chair, glaring at the wonky box.

“Commissar,” his apprentice questioned. “What is this?”

“A gift for me,” he muttered.

He growled and circled the desk, observing the present.

Why though?? Why??

He crouched and put his ear to the box. There wasn’t any ticking…

He gently picked it up and dared to shake it.

He sighed and dared to untie the scrap bow. Nothing happened.

“Is it wise to open it?” The young commissar questioned.

“I don’t think it’s malicious…”

He removed the lid… then put it back on.

“Emperor d- ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”

Hjs apprentice looked startled, “Sir??”

He tore off the lid and pulled out the little squig. It had a red bow on it with a note.

YARRICK

HAVE A SQUIG FRUM MY BEST LINE DAT HAZ WUN MANY SQUIG SHOWS DIS WUZ HER LAST LITTER

LUV

GHAZGHKULL

He looked at the wide eyed squig.

“Litter?” He questioned. “You’re fungus. Squig shows? I-oh.”

It started purring and licked his face.

The apprentice grinned as they read the note, “I think someone has a crush on you.”

Yarrick sighed, “I’m going to have a warp of time explaining this.”

[sarcasticscribbles]

Hello Timsasha icon of tumblr, I was wondering if you had any first date head canons for them?

Oh! I like to imagine they met at after work events when Tim started the Institute. Probably got paired up for some horror film trivia and kept going every week in hope to see each other again. Tim fell first, and hardest, but they developed a rich friendship first over pints. They prioritized being friends, but then the ill advice hook-up happened, some awkward aftermath, and gradually rebuilding friendship. In my mind the hookup took place just around before s1, and they had just regained each other as friends when Jon got picked as the archivist (was Sasha expecting it to be her, and needed support in an old friend despite their awkward past? Maybe). Tim always had pretty obvious, known feelings for Sasha, but she was in the middle of figuring out her next career move.

They go through season one as rebuild friends, and I think Sasha would be the one to take the (second) first step and ask Tim out. Maybe somewhere in the summer, say, oh, I don't know, maybe on 29th of July 2016.

[hezekiahwakely]

There's something so, so.... I don't know. Sickly anticipatory? About wanting to see the fallout from MAG 200 in somewhere else. Yes it's a good space to make fluff and comfort for the characters yes its healing to imagine them living out the rest of their lives in domestic bliss. But I can't stop thinking about the fallout. The pain of that betrayal and misunderstanding. The worst it could bring out in both of them.

I want to see them have to figure out how to live with themselves, and make an effort to love each other and come back to each other over and over again. I want to see them heal from their experiences, but I want it to be realistic. I want it messy and ugly and relapsing and I want it to hurt before they come out on the other side.

[crossnamara]

hf characters who WOULD be avatars, not just connected to or touched by an entity

miss holloway- semi willing/coerced avatar of the stranger

wilbur- at first unwilling, then VERY willing avatar of the vast

paul- unwilling avatar of the corruption

max- willing avatar of the hunt

charles coven- either eye or web, i cant tell. either way, very willing. elias vibes

[trampled-and-melting]

nobody:

me: what if every character was roughly 20% more fucked up than popular fanon suspects them to be?

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

romantic homicide by d4vd is a good post-third kinslaying maemags song methinks

[ghostmaggie]

girl help my fic isn't writing itself and i want it to

[inthehouseoffinwe]

“Kanafinwë Makalaurë Maglor Fëanorion.”

Despite the dangerous tone that had once sent Morgoth’s armies fleeing, Maglor smiled innocently.

“Mhmm?”

Maedhros turned fully towards the younger, a thunderous look darkening the fair face. He held the phone to Maglor’s face.

“What. In Eru’s name. Is this.” He ground out.

“Fanfiction, brother dear. The name gives it away.” Maglor said with an offhanded wave, laughter threatening to break out despite the elder’s ever increasing rage.

Maedhros snapped.

“It’s MORGOTH’S WORK, THAT’S WHAT” He jumped up from the sofa, pacing back and forth, and Maglor was suddenly thankful that the walls were... somewhat soundproofed. “WHAT DEVILRY IS THIS THAT PORTRAYS THE EVENTS OF THE FIRST AGE IN SUCH A- A FRIVOLOUS MANNER-”

A string of curses followed as Maedhros ranted on and on about the inaccuracies, and Maglor fell off the sofa, clutching his stomach laughing. Maedhros glared daggers at him.

“You truly are the spawn of Morgoth, you know that?”

“Now now Maitimo, better not let Ammë hear you talk like that,” he replied, still laughing.

“I hate you.”

“You love me really.”

“I’m going to leave you here.”

“No you won’t.”

“I will.”

“You won’t.”

Maedhros frowned, crossing his arms as he stared at his younger brother lying on the floor, one leg on the sofa and his hair splayed wildly across the carpet. Maglor gave another innocent grin. Maedhros sighed.

“I will.”

Maglor’s grinned triumphantly, the spark in his eyes, so dull when Maedhros had arrived, finally growing brighter. Despite the reservations of his brother’s sanity, Maedhros gave a small smile back and dropped on the floor, leaning against the sofa

“But I’m warning you now. Anymore of that... whatever you want to call it, and I’ll toss you into the ocean myself. See how Ulmo treats you.”

“You’re the one who said he was first to appeal on my behalf,” Maglor retorted, “but fine. I suppose the last thing I need is to be done for another kinslaying.“

Maglor laughed again at his brother’s long suffering groan then sat up, a gentle smile taking the place of his grin.

“I’ve missed you Russandol.”

AKA: After several Ages, Maedhros is healed enough to be reembodied and given permission to hunt down his stubborn brother. Maglor isn’t quite ready to leave… but that’s ok. Maedhros can wait.

He could do without the horrors of modern day technology though.

[meownotgood]

I miss the prince aki fic so much😭 I keep re reading, do you plan on continuing it?

I'm glad you liked it... 🥹 I promise I will continue it eventually!! I pretty much know everything I want to do for the next chapters, I just have to write it out haha. I'm hoping to get back to it pretty soon, and I'll write more akis as well once it gets closer to the chainsaw man movie 🫡

[blooberryberet]

what are y'all listening to atm i need new music for my writing playlists (especially anything even vaguely killugon coded tytyty)

[thunderjackal]

WOAH GUYS LOOK I WROTE ANOTHER FIC HOW CRIMINAL OF ME. anyway the TMA hyperfixation has set in guys prepare for more of these, anyway here mroe about the fic

Like Real People Do -- G -- 4954 words -- Complete

“Statements huh?” Martin said with a small noise, somewhere between a laugh and a sigh, “Even when you're sick? You do know what a break is- right Jon?” The archivist opened his eyes, shifting in his position into an awkward pose so he could look at Martin, “Despite popular belief, I do in fact know what a break is.” He went silent for a moment, before continuing, “I think- I’ve been away from them for too long, it’s taking its toll. I thought if I-” “You thought if you could read a few it would make you feel better?” Martin finished for him, voice kind, “That Ceaseless Watcher needs to calm down, you’re sick and can't help it.” --- OR Jon is a little sick, has statement withdrawals and is overall the most pathetic man in existence. Martin comes to check in on him

[felixravinstills]

hi!! for the tag game can i ask about the persephone fic??

re: wip game

Of course! Persephone Fic is mostly an elderly Persephone talking to an elderly Mags on a train. It's kind of a lesson on forgiveness but probably not in the way people would expect. Also kind of explores ideas about privilege, and I am thinking about Persephone and Nero having opposite ideas about forgiveness (Persephone believing in it and Nero not believing in it even for himself), but this latter part may not feature heavily in the fic... or maybe it will if I surprise myself?

Similar to what I said for Don't Lose Your Head ask, there isn't too much going on with the concept, so not too much to say without just describing the fic beat for beat, haha!