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booksandmore · 3 months ago
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thinking about this again… it’s the wrongness of the situation, i think, that really gets me. i genuinely cannot imagine this ever going well, nor can i imagine alec ever being happy with someone else, and that is so sweet and so tragic at the same time
i really would not change a single thing about the malec plotline (breakup and all) but sometimes i really do wish we got to see alec date at least one other person yk? and i dont mean that in a pre-cog focing himself to date a woman to hide his sexuality way, i mean in a post-breakup rebound/fling kinda way like i just know the drama would be legendary
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theenemyod · 9 months ago
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When I say "I headcannon Alex ____" there are at least three different Alexs from three different books I could be talking about and sometimes I don't even know which one I'm talking about
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in1-nutshell · 7 months ago
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For the Ratchet and Drift adoption battle.  
The Lost light ends up on earth for some reason.  And trouble appears, Buddy’s birthparents.  Coming out of the woodwork demanding to see their child.  Now, depending on how long Buddy has been in the system, the state may have already relinquished their parental rights, but it does bring up another problem, by cybertron standards, Buddy is legally Drifts and Ratchets, Earth standards, less so.
This is just the start of an idea.  Maybe it's angst and the parents are a piece of shit who want the child who they abandoned back for some really selfish reason.  Maybe the parents truly do want some relationship with their child and poor buddy is just stuck in between the family that loves them and the family who they spent their life wishing loved them.
Maybe I just want the lost light to turn this custody battle into a fucking kangaro court.  They show up in their holoforms and Rodimus starts to boo whenever the birth parents try to say something.  He’s kicked out and the court goes into recess as they try and figure out how to hold him in contempt of court.  Luckily a good part of the remaining crew have assembled to always have someone audibly cough whenever birth parents try to speak.  Nevermind the fact that none of them even really need to breathe, holoform or no holoform.  And Ultra Magnus is acting as their attorney.  That's all I got.
The bio parents were done for the moment Magnus took on the case.
Hope you enjoy!
Human Buddy (Dratchet's kid) meeting their bio parents again
SFW, Platonic, Familial, Slight angst, Human reader
MTMTE
The ship had docked again on Earth for a mandatory, in-person, meeting that Buddy needed to go as liaison of the Lost Light.
It was something simple check in that honestly could have been done online but there wasn’t any harm in some sightseeing. Many of the bots on the ship hadn’t been on Earth or hadn’t been there in a while and wanted to look around.
Buddy stayed with Drift and Ratchet.
Before they headed back to the ship, Buddy wanted to show their bot parents one of their favorite parks they used to go to feed the pigeons.
Ratchet napped in the parking lot, while Drift activated his holoform to go after Buddy.
After a bit Drift started heading back to his alt mode with Buddy trailing behind after forgetting their water bottle at the bench.
Buddy walking back to Drift alt mode.
“Hey kiddo!”
“Buddy turns around and freezes as their face collides with someone’s chest.
A familiar chest.
They push themselves off the person as another person comes up too.
“Mom? Dad? What are you doing here?”--Buddy
“That’s what I’d like to know.”--Drift
Buddy looks behind them to see Drift’s holoform marching up to Buddy.
He gently places his hand on their shoulder and looks at the two humans.
“A who might you be?”--Drift
“I’m their father.”--Dad
“And I’m their mother.”--Mom
Drift raises his eyebrows.
“Buddy are they…”--Drift
“My biological parents? Yes, and I thought I’d never see you again after you put me in the system.”--Buddy
Neither of the parents get the little hint of venom in their voice.
“Well, we’re here now! And its time to take you home—”--Mom
“Take them home?”--Drift
“Take me home?”--Buddy
“That’s right Pal—”--Dad
“My name is Buddy.”--Buddy
“Whatever, we’re going home now, so if you’d just come here.”--Dad
The ‘Dad’ tries to grab Buddy’s wrist, but Drift pushes Buddy back.
The ‘Dad’ narrows his eyes at Drift.
“Are we going to have a problem here?”--Dad
Drift narrows his eyes as well.
“I think we are.”--Drift
Buddy’s eyes widen.
“Listen everyone, HE is legally my main guardian. Has been with my other guardian for a while now.”--Buddy
The ‘Mom’ huffs.
“Well until WE see the paperwork, if its not justified by the court here then its null and void for us. Now get over here and—”--Mom
“And what’s happening here?”--Ratchet
Buddy smiled at Ratchet’s holoform coming overlooking more annoyed than usual.
“These are Buddy’s biological parents.”--Drift
Ratchet’s eyes narrow and stands by Buddy’s side.
“The parents that put you in the system?”—Ratchet
“Yep.”--Buddy
The ‘Mom’ starts getting more annoyed.
“That’s in the past and we’ve already settled a court order to get Pal—”--Mom
“Buddy.”—Buddy, Drift and Ratchet
“—Back to us.”--Mom
Ratchet turns to Buddy.
“Wait in the ambulance.”--Ratchet
“But—”--Buddy
“Kid, trust me. We need to have a chat with your ‘parents’.”--Ratchet
Buddy looks at them all before walking to Ratchet’s alt mode.
Buddy wordlessly goes to the ambulance while the muffled yelling was heard outside.
They just strap themselves in the back and hug themselves tightly.
Everything went so fast…
They felt their seatbelt tighten.
It’s a heavy quiet on the drive back to the ship.
When they transformed Ratchet passed them to Drift who just holds them to his chassis.
A crew meeting was called.
“So, Buddy’s bio parents want them back because, and I quote ‘We want to embrace them once again!’. Am I missing something?”--Rodimus
“That’s about it.”--Drift
Half of the bots laugh.
“Good luck with that! Buddy’s legally Dratchet’s kid!”--Whirl
“Whirl we’ve talked about the name—”--Cyclonus
“Yeah! They’re Dratchet’s kid!”--Tailgate
“…Why do I even bother with you?”--Cyclonus
“But they did bring up a point, Earth courts and legal system don’t see Buddy as their kid. Meaning to them, Buddy’s still in the system. And if they play their cards right…”--Megatron
Drift and Ratchet stiffen at the thought.
The crew starts talking amongst themselves but all feel angry at this revelation.
“We can’t let that happen!”--Nautica
“That’s why we’re going to court to fight for Buddy’s case. Ultra Magnus has agreed to represent Buddy—”--Megatron
“Those Fleshy’s are so screwed!”--Whirl
Time to take this to court.
Buddy is put into a different home while the case gets settled.
Meaning no contact with anyone.
There had been attempts by the bots to go and see Buddy, but they complied hearing that any visit could jeopardize their position in custody.
Thank goodness Magnus was there to help with the court case and legal things.
Also to help mediate the humans and the bots ‘immature’ actions.
So many of the bots in their holoforms were making obnoxious noises (cough* Rodimus and Whirl*cough).
There were more breaks because of this.
No one of the bots are happy to see the parents when come to the stand, fuming when the pair put on an act.
Even going as far as stating that Drift and Ratchet were unfit parents, not being the same species.
Something strange happens the day when Buddy is supposed to take the stand.
Everyone is asked to come back the next day for the final verdict.
All the bots are confused and worried.
Ratchet and Drift are especially worried about what happened.
Today would have been the first time the pair or anyone would have seen Buddy, and all of a sudden, the day they are supposed to take the stand no one is allowed to see them?
Something is wrong and they can feel it.
The pair find solace in each other while riding high on anxiety.
What if the court decided they truly weren’t fit to raise their human kid?
Would Buddy have to leave the Lost Light for good?
There were too many questions going through their processors right now.
The next day Magnus is updated on what happened yesterday.
The next day the bots and bio parents come in.
Buddy is sitting behind a desk far from everyone else in the room with a guard by their side.
“Ultra Magnus and the crew of the Lost Light, in the case of the legality of the adoption document of Buddy, the jury recognizes that Drift and Ratchet are the legal guardians and will be formally recognized in the system here on Earth.”--Judge
All the bots are floored and cheer hearing the news.
Ratchet and Drift smile the happiest of the bunch.
“Excuse me? What makes these aliens even fit to raise a human child, our child Pal—”--Mom
“Their name is Buddy, Fleshy.”—Whirl and most of the bots
Magnus clears his throat getting everyone’s attention.
“To begin with, you two are charged with attempted kidnapping and aggravated assault of a minor.”—Magnus
The bots behind him eyes go wide.
The parents themselves go pale.
The police start cuffing the bio parents as they squawk in shock.
“What is the meaning of this!? Unhand us!”--Mom
“You have no right—”--Dad
“IF I may!”--Magnus
Magnus ‘clears his throat and intently stares at the parents with hatred in his holoforms eyes.
“You attempted and succeeded in breaking and entering the home where Buddy had been staying and attempted to take them to an unknown location against their will. They fought the both of you off sustaining injuries to both hands and you two fled the scene on foot back to your respected household to pretend that this ‘incident’ never happened the next day.”--Magnus
The bots behind him have a mixture of shock and anger on their faces.
Drift is glaring at the parents wanting nothing more than to punch them square in the jaw.
Ratchet is trying to look over at Buddy for any injury he could spot from where he was sitting.
Magnus looks at Buddy.
“Buddy, if you may show your hands.”--Magnus
Buddy reveals thick bandages on both arms and hands.
“I do believe that is enough evidence. The biological parents are set to a new court date to address these charges. The court once again recognizes Drift and Ratchet as Buddy’s legal guardians, court dismissed.”--Judge
With the swing of the gabble the parents are escorted out screaming and kicking, while Buddy is escorted to a different door.
Once the bots are outside, they can see Buddy running to them with arms wide open.
Drift and Ratchet open their arms as Buddy crashes right into them crying and wrapping their arms around them.
Drift is crying and ratchet is on the borderline of doing so too.
Ratchet carefully looks at Buddy’s wrapped hands.
“Those two good for nothings just wanted to get me back to get my income.”--Buddy
“We can add more charges to their case.”—Magnus
“We can jump them!”—Whirl
Buddy chuckles a bit.
“I think the grapefruit sized marks are enough for now.”--Buddy
Buddy pulls out a wrench from their pocket.
“Learned how to throw from the best.”—Buddy
Ratchet hugs them again as Drift joins in a second later.
The bots all head back to the Lost Light.
Ratchet and Drift never letting go of Buddy for an instant.
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pigeons-with-jello · 2 months ago
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HATE when i open spotify to show my friends a song and i get flashbanged by THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES and its always some emo ass title too not even something that could be considered normal like 'first hunt' or 'human remains' or 'blood bag' and i just close the app and say nevermind because i would rather DIE than let them POSSIBLY read it and i have to get all apologitic and go oh actually no its not like thst its actually good and not violent and gorey for the sake of it
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alexanderlightweight · 2 years ago
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You know what I rarely see? In the show after wooing Alec, Magnus is not shown as overly invested and it always appears as Alec reaching/apologizing/moving the pair along. Which was definitely a writing/directing choice. But what I’d like to prompt if it suits you, is Magnus being the one to apologize or to reassure Alec that he is important and not temporary-I’m team immortal but this convo certainly should happen. I liked the way you had Alec be angry in that prompt fill about his birthday and Magnus had to own up to that. If this isn’t your thing no big deal! Hope the weather is nice where you are and nightshade has enough pets and treats for the day!
i believe in 'no partner is perfect' and while i don't tend to write the angstier couple stuff 'i like my malec happy' i don't mind occasionally dipping my toes into partner angst (with an immortal happy ending)
this particular fic isn't about about immortality but it's about haing two people who have fundamentally different lifestyles having a miscommunication that devolves and while the argument is based on the show scene, it doesn't follow it perfectly. nor is the actual argument written. just the aftermath.
my thoughts are that magnus tries to spoil alec in season two still but it's more intimate and offscreen and he sort of in season 3a but magnus relies heavily n his magic to spoil alec and he kind of is spiraling all of season 3 tbh. they just really were sprinkling angst on malec like it was salt and they realized the show was bland.
all they did was get oversalted content which got salty fans, since they forgot to add actual herbs and spices.
it's a bloody hot day okay. i love the sun as much -nevermind apparently this is a lie-
so i don't hate the sun okay. i enjoy sunshine in specific environments. the sun is not a tyrant devoid of compassion.
anyways i live in a desert because its whats best for the people i love but give me mist and foggy days and give me winters of waist deep snow i can fall in. oceans so cold your lips go blue and rivers so deep and clear and still cold with melting ice.
if people are going to send me 8-10 feet to the bottom of the lake because they lost their electronics. it better be cold and clear. not warm and murky. (this has only happened 3 times but i have a preference).
So I made Say breakfast and nightshade breakfast and then I made @saeths breakfast a few hours later so i made an extra egg for nightshade to tempt him to eat another bowl of kibble.
so i fed nightshade twice and forgot to make any eggs for myself ^_^ so he is plenty spoiled (don't worry his egg was made without cheese and salt).
also the reason i'm awake is because he needed snuggles and after that he wanted to play in the pool and then i was too awake to bother
but that's our wednesday so far and i'm getting my work out of the way so i can focus on writing and house things.
<3 lumine
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Magnus is ready with another quick retort when Alec’s face goes blank for a moment.
The argument fades from Magnus’ mind in an instant, because while this is the perfect moment to land another barb, the words die and his sentence stops, ending with a snide comment he doesn’t really mean.
“That’s fine Magnus.” Alec says and he’s not angry, which is worse. He sounds tired and yet professional. His manner restrained and placating in the way he does when he no longer has any fight left and he just wants to retreat and lick his wounds.
Wounds that Magnus caused.
“Alexander—” Magnus starts, because he didn’t intend to get so upset but Alexander just shakes his head.
“You’ve said your piece, Magnus. I get it.” Alexander sighs and runs a hand through his hair as he shuffles. “I messed up, again.”
Magnus winces, because he’s begun to feel more like a scolding mentor than a partner.
“I need to get to the Institute—” which makes sense, the argument started as they both got ready for their days. “I’ll—” and Alec hesitates and then shrugs, “I’ll see you tonight.”
Magnus waits until it’s dinner time and then portals to the Institute, already preparing words to once again explain that it’s not Alexander, it’s just not time yet.
He opens the door to the office without knocking and steps in.
“Alexander—” Magnus starts and then he hesitates.
Because for once, Alexander’s eyes don’t soften when they meet his. They remain cold, devoid of the warm ardor they normally contain but once again, without anger. Only an empty tiredness that Magnus longs to chase away.
“Do you have an appointment today, Magnus?” Alexander asks, setting down his pen and turning off his tablet with a sigh. Even upset Alexander will still give him his full attention and Magnus steps closer to the desk when Alexander continues, “because I’m sorry, but I don’t have time for a meal, or a conversation if it’s not official. So, if you don’t have an appointment, it needs to wait until I’m off.”
Alexander doesn’t mention coming home like he normally does, and Magnus suddenly misses it, with a deep lonely ache.
It also reminds Magnus that despite how often Alexander drops everything to join him, his boy is being worked to the ground and also driving himself to his limits in his pursuit of building a better Institute. Alexander is struggling to create ties between an Institute and local downworld leaders that would be revolutionary, with a sincerity that is unmatched by anything Magnus has ever seen.
Of course, he’s exhausted, and Magnus feels hollow now, remembering their fight all over again with a new clarity.
“No darling, it’s nothing official. I’ll see you tonight—” Magnus pauses, wanting to offer to summon Alec something to eat or drink, but it feels too much like an emotional bribe with how shuttered his boy is. Alexander nods and gives him the same perfunctory, polite smile he gives his siblings when he’s too exhausted to deal with them and doesn’t know what else to do.
It cuts Magnus to the heart to have that same expression directed at him, when he’s supposed to be safe for Alexander.
Magnus can’t handle the idea of reaching out only to be shied away from, so he runs from the possibility and instead summons a tiny flower to land by Alexander’s pen when the door shuts.
No one in the Institute seems to notice anything is wrong. Magnus gets a few strange looks, but he quickly realizes that it’s because everyone expected Alexander to be leaving with him, like his boy usually does.
Magnus feels cold and it’s with determination that he sends out an emergency message.
“I became stagnant in my old, single age.” Magnus bemoans, “I spent so long on my heartbreak that now, with a man I adore over every living being, I keep pushing him away.”
“Truth potion?” Catarina offers but Magnus shakes his head. Alexander deserves Magnus explaining this without the aid of something to help his thoughts form, even if it’s a trick Magnus has used continually and without remorse on himself.
This is different though because Magnus wants to become aware of what is wrong, not rely on a potion to figure it out.
“He wants to move in.” Magnus starts, about to launch into it when Cat laughs, interrupting him.
“What do you mean he wants to, he already has. Or did you just move him in on the sly and forget to ask him if he wanted to?”
“Cat—” Magnus says hesitantly, “he’s never moved in. He’s the one who brought it up. I told him no.”
Catarina pauses and then she sighs, and she summons her favorite, light summer beer and pinches the bridge of her nose.
“Start from the beginning, Magnus. I need details.”
Magnus does, realizing things that he missed as he’s explaining so many details that he just assumed and took for granted.
“I did wonder that the Loft hasn’t changed much. It seems more like Alec’s an addition to your things rather than his own person.”
It’s that comment that drives Magnus into a frenzy the moment he’s home.
Magnus doesn’t go overboard; Alexander wouldn’t want him to. Also springing this on his boy after the prior rejection will be too much like whiplash.
So, Magnus starts very small.
He finally creates the foyer he promised himself and Alexander he would make.
Alexander’s never pushed but Magnus remembers the tightening of his shoulders and the way Alexander will be too tired for anything but cuddles — rarely even hungry — after barrages of people through the loft.
The kitchen he only summons when Alexander asks, which is rare, so he makes it a permanent fixture and makes sure to hang an apron with little angel wings up. It’s with a pained smile that he sighs and wonders when he got so old that he forgot to enjoy life, and instead spent all his time focused on the past, just like Ragnor always warned him about.
Magnus doesn’t want to regret any time with Alexander, and he finds that he already does.
Not the time spent with his boy, but the time he could have focused on him more.
Magnus has spent so long protecting himself from losing Alexander, that he hasn’t noticed that he’s pushing him away, stopping him from coming too close.
Except Magnus has also bound him tightly.
Alexander sleeps more often in Magnus’ bed than his own. He’s rerouted his own schedule so he can take the last patrol before shift change, come to Magnus’ loft, write his report there and send it in, and be in bed for Magnus to return to.
Except for work, Alexander spends the majority of his daily life either in the loft, or with Magnus.
There are signs of him, all over the loft, but Magnus can’t look at a single piece and think, “Alexander picked that out.”
It aches in way that is almost visceral, because now that Alexander isn’t here, it’s only more obvious.
Magnus is chest deep in a drawer when he becomes aware of his boy stepping slowly into the bedroom.
“Is this a bad time?” Alexander’s tired voice asks. “I noticed there was a new door and tried to knock but the door just opened.”
Magnus wants to say something except he’s furious with himself and everything and the idea that Alexander saw a new door and knocked instead of walking right in, tears something in him.
They stare at each other for a moment, Magnus with his hands still wrist deep in the dimensional dresser, sure he’ll eventually find more than the sparse offering of Alexander’s clothes that he has.
“Where are all the clothes that you leave here?” Magnus asks instead of answering because he genuinely doesn’t know, “I was cleaning, and I couldn’t find them.”
Alexander sighs and Magnus just knows that he’s gearing himself up to — once again — explain to Magnus that it’s not about the clothes, before his boy visibly gets too tired. Instead, he just shrugs and potions to the paltry pile that Magnus has found.
“You have more than that!” Magnus exclaims, frustrated because he knows Alexander does. “That green shirt I got you that you loved. And those pants, the black ones with the umber stitching. The cream sweater I adore you in! That suit I had tailored for you in Milan and the other one in Hong Kong.”
Alexander sighs and he rubs a hand over his face, the stubble he normally shaves away in Magnus— in their bathroom, shadowing his face.
“Magnus, those don’t exist anymore.” Alexander doesn’t seem upset, if anything his face softens into an almost reluctant fondness, “you tend to vanish all the clothing you get me, some way or another. Mostly before fucking me. I tried to ask you one time where they went and you waved a hand and said, ‘another dimension, nothing to worry about’.”
“Surely that’s not all I said.” Magnus protests weakly.
“Well, you proceeded to fuck me unconscious so no, it wasn’t the last thing you said. But it was the last thing you said abut clothes.”
Magnus gives a flat chuckle and then sighs, snapping his fingers to clean up the mess.
“Have you eaten?”
“I figured I could grab something from the cafeteria when I head back. It’s fine.”
It most certainly is not fine, but Magnus doesn’t think coaxing Alexander into eating is going to work this time, which means that Magnus has accidentally undone weeks of effort.
Magnus doesn’t press, doesn’t remind Alexander that he can here. Or that, if by normal standards Alexander stays until he usually leaves Magnus, it would be the early evening of the next day.
“So, you were cleaning.”
Alexander is looking around, voice faltering but face devoid of actual emotions.
“I realized some things, after this afternoon.” Magnus admits slowly, “you’re the first person I opened my heart to, Alexander. In a very long time, I’ve told you that before.”
Normally, explaining things is easier but all Magnus can think is he’s not explaining it correctly.
“I know. But Magnus, you’re the first person I’ve ever opened my heart to.” Alexander interjects and he sounds raw and broken, like he’s been torn apart. “Doesn’t that get to mean anything too, to you? Because I don’t know what I’m doing, and you told me that there was nothing wrong with that. That I had nothing to feel ashamed about but now, it doesn’t feel like that.
"It feels like I can’t do anything right and I thought, I hoped something was coming together with us but now—” Alexander gives a heavy sigh and shrugs. “Now I don’t even know what I am to you anymore. Where do I belong, in your life Magnus? If you tell me where to fit, I’ll make it work.”
And that breaks Magnus’ heart, because Alexander was never meant to feel like he had to cut off pieces of himself to ensure Magnus loves him, that he has a place in Magnus’ life.
“Oh darling, beloved.” He murmurs and Alexander flinches, like it was a knife to his side. “You belong. The entirety of you. You belong in my bed because it’s no longer just my bed. How can I say it’s my bed when I lay in it without you and can’t sleep? When I reach for you in the night and can’t find you?” Magnus moves across the room with slow, purposeful steps and then reaches out to carefully — only because Alexander allows it — cups his face.
“Alexander, I have no excuses. My heart is old, and it is scarred and it is a wonder that you love me with all the cracks you’ve seen exposed. I don’t fear men or demons or angels, Alexander. I fear my heart being torn from my body and leaving me alive, an empty hollow cavern where it should be in the shape of you.
“I’ve always been too much, Alexander. I put my own fears on you, not that you deserved any of it, sweetheart. You’re right. I am your first relationship, and you grew up and live in a shadowhunter society. The relationships you've witnessed aren't similar to ours at all.
"You trust me to guide our relationship but I’m always encouraging you to ask me for things and you rarely do. I’m sorry, that you finally trusted me enough to ask me for something and that I broke that trust.”
And Alexander breaks, his eyes filling with tears and he coughs, scrubbing over his eyes because he hates being emotional during talks like these. As if Magnus will use the crystal sorrow streaking his face against him.
“I don’t understand.” Alexander murmurs against Magnus’ shoulder, “I thought this was already my home, here with you. I don’t know what I did wrong, I’m sorry Magnus.”
“Oh sayang.” Magnus whispers, eyes stinging because his heart is lanced every time Alexander apologizes. “You did nothing wrong. My heart was too scared to admit that you already were home for us, I pushed you away because I panicked. I’m sorry, my darling.”
Magnus is as tender and sincere as he can be, because he doesn’t want Alexander internalizing anything over this. Especially not when he realized that for Alexander, the loft already was home and he just wanted permission, for it to be official.
It’s endearing and sweet and Magnus presses a kiss to Alexander’s temple, softly and then harder when Alexander pushes into the caress.
"This is already your home. Where ever I am, will be your home." Magnus promises, "that will never change, my love. This is our space, for us to grow together and live together in.
Instead, Alexander tackles him to the bed and just lays there, pinning Magnus to the comforter as he snuggles into Magnus.
"Alexander?"
There is no answer, just a soft, exhausted snuffle and Magnus wonders how upset Alexander's been, thinking he was deprived of the home Magnus gave him.
He uses magic to change their clothing. More conversations and decisions can be made after rest and well, Alexander certainly isn't going anywhere and neither is Magnus.
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cepheusgalaxy · 24 days ago
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Types of book titles:
Bought to you by: me trying to figure out a title for my wips and analysing a few existing ones to give me ideas
1. The character name
Easy and efficient. Percy Jackson. Dracula. Septimus Heap. Coraline. Naruto. You get it. Titles like "Name + and + something"/"Name + name" also apply, like Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard or Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.
2. Important element to the story
Pretty practical too, gives an idea of what you are talking about. The Locked Tomb (i think? I haven't read it). Star Wars. Etc.
3. Cool title for your character
This one is rlly cool I think. Similar to #1 but here we are giving our main character a sick title that may or may not be included in the story itself. The Death's Heir. The Lord of the Rings (i think. I haven't read lord of the rings). The Red Queen. And so on. Also alludes to your premise and is pretty catchy.
4. Euphemism or metaphor
Similar to #2 but if telling what your story is all about doesn't sound very good directly so we make an euphemism. Let's say your premise is "we killing the evil queen". That doesn't sound very good as a title perhaps so let's euphemism it. "Fall of the Crown" sounds better, BUT if we want we can push it a little more. "The Last Jewel" may be a bit exagerated but if you can title drop that somewhere in your story its good. Making your euphemism reference something that is already in the book also works better for your euphemism.
Examples are like, Red White and Royal Blue (euphemism for the US and the UK and a prince—by referencing the royal and the flag colors—which about sums it up) and Court of Thorns and Roses (metaphor for the whole fae thing and all the conflicts + references the whole nature and spring thing which are reocurring elements)
5. Literally the plot
Around the world in 80 days. Journey to the center of earth. You know the kind. Flourish a bit if you need to, these also work pretty well if you can pull them off.
6. "The song/chronicles/requiem/adventures/tale of (whatever)"
These are generally reserved for fantasy, I think? Either way they are pretty cool. The Song of Achilles. The Kane Chronicles. The Chronicles of Narnia. A Song of Ice and Fire. They aren't very illustrative but they just sound cool.
Examples from here on Tumblr stories:
#1: Kai and Kyriel (the protagonist and the antagonist) or Alex & Friends (you get it)
#2: Starcross (the spaceship the main characters are the crew of) or The Safehouse (the shelter the story takes place in!)
#3: The Ghost of Seattle (the guy is called "the ghost" coz he is sneaky and misterious and the story is in seattle so)
#4: (ok idk any)
#5: Aros Against Fate (the main characters are aromantic and the themes of the story revolve around carving your own path despiste what has been decided for you, be it by the gods or by your parents)
#6: The Paladin Series (the main villain is called Paladin and yea you get it)
Examples from anime too since we're at it:
#1: Naruto (you know him)
#2: Magi (a very rare type of magician with a bit of mistery ab their origin that surrounds the shows)
#3: Tokyo Revengers
#4: Pandora Hearts (i guess?)
#5: I reincarnated as a slime/with a smartphone/as the seventh prince (all those isekai tbh)
#6: The Adventures of Sinbad
#???: DanDaDan
(anime in general goes by a few different rules actually nevermind)
And that's. That's it I guess?
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moth-eats-paper · 9 months ago
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UPDATEEEEE
I've made it to season four so here's an updated log of the Magnus archives thingy mubob (this contains spoilers :3.)
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Oh the pig no no like you sir
Oh god I guess this pig is a weird thing
THE CIRCUS?
Oh god not more circuses
Oh dear I think the pig has decided to eat clowns now
Oh self cannibalism
Whelp the pig ate someone
Loud sound
The eyes doing it's thing
JOHN DOING THE THING WITH THE EYE
Tim keeps scaring people
Tims not ok
OMG TIM STATEMENT
Tims brother went missing
I don't think it's Tim's brother
Whelp he's gone
Oh clowns know
OH DEAR CLOWNS
I don't think that's your brother Tim
Oh blood
Oh dead clown
Oh no more skin .
Oh famous clown
Tim and Elias drama
Oh we're in China
Oh creepy opening
I wonder. Is this in Chinese? I know that the eye can allow you to read other languages in order to obtain more knowledge. Even if you never spoke that language or were able to read it you just suddenly are able to.
Oh screams
Nevermind I'm pretty sure it's in English cause it seems the person writing it is a British soldier
Does he have the black plague?
OH DEAD BODYS IN THE WATER
Oh-
This is a sad man
“True and total war”
GOD DAMMIT NO CIRCUS
HE CAN READ MANDARIN AND AND CHINESE NOW (cause of the eye)
IT WAS FROM 2004 NOT 2014
Oh the proper one's are in America
Space station time
I wonder if this is the same space station as the one Gertrude read
I think she kept talking about it in one of the statements well more specifically the guy who it is from
We love Melanie (even though she keeps trying to kill Elias but she has a good reason)
FAIRCHILD IS BACK
IT IS THE SAME SPACESHIP BUT JUST A DIFFERENT GUY
Because the one Gertrude read was the isolation guy. This is about the other two people who were on the ship
Oh god the space weird space hands are back I think
Oh blood
Oh he's bleeding
Oh god he's just going to let himself die
Old screaming things
Don't envy the isolation guy he had a really shit time
Whelp now he's in limbo space
OH SOMETHING'S BLOCKING THE STARS
Oh deep thoughts
Melanie is thinking deep
She's skeptical of stuff
Oh dear
IS HE STUCK IN SPACE
Viscera I think is how to pronounce her name?
MARTIN HAS A CRUSH ON JOHN?
Viscera and Melanie are gossiping and I'm here for it
Oh performance review
OH GOD ELIAS
JESUS CHRIST ELIAS STOP LEAVE POOR MELIAINE ALONE
WHAT DID HE DIE OF
WHY DID YOU GIVE HER THE KNOWLEDGE OF HIM DYING
THAT'S TERRIFYING
He can just make her watch her dad's death!
I want texas toast I'm going to go make some
JOHNS IN AMERICA
Whelp he's being followed by a police officer
And Jared's “death”
GERTRUD WAS ARRESTED FOR BREAKING INTO A MORGUE
He just has to read statements to make him feel better
A screaming oven lovely
OH THERE'S A FIRE
OH A TRAINS ON FIRE
What do you mean you'd burn them?
John is better!
OH SHIT IT'S THE POLICE
WHAT IS THAT ACCENT
OH MY GOD ITS THE VAMPIRE HUNTER
YIPPEE MARTIN
I fucking hate Shakespeare
Lovely more masks
Poor Tim
And Melanie
AWW
OH SHIT
SOMETHINGS HAPPENING
PETER LUCAS IS BACK
Lucas seams so silly
Viscera gets really excited about her reading and I love that about her
Mmm more statements
I'm pretty sure John just asked for a statement because he was starting to feel sick lol
MORE VAMPIRES (I think) YIPPEE
His accent is kinda hard to understand
BODYS IN BOX
Spoopy people
Love how she calls the vampire hunter old man
Oh bodys on table
Silent screamers
OH WATER
Staby stab
Oh she killed him
OH SPOOKY THING
HAHAH DOLL THING (why is his voice kinda-)
More Marten :3
This girl sounds like an asshole
THIS PERSONS TRANS TDZSDHUGDZ
That is a long ass name
“Spiders are eating” PFF
Oh don't walk into people's jaws
Mmm Japanese spider movies
YOU HAD TO TRY AND CONVINCE YOURSELF HE ONLY HAD TWO ARMS
Oh spoopy
Oh they found A Way to distract Elias
A leitner?
JARED
Jared is cool
Jared's mom was an ass
Hmmm more things to kill and torture everyone
I keep forgetting meat is in this
Jared is so sad
MURDER
YIPPEE VISCERA
We're back in America and they found a bomb and the taxidermy or what's left of it
John and Tim drama
YIPPEE TIM A JOHN ARE OK
Oh tunnels
Bomb time
The meats back
LITENER
No more arm
And now he's in the water
PFFF
HELEN
Aww
YIPPEE SPOOPY
Meeting timeee
Gurtrud tape time
Wolfgang?
Puppets?
I think this is from a older time in europe because of the writing and how it is worded
DON'T GO
Mmm more robotic things
OH GOD A STAGE
Mmm birbs
BLOOD
WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CURL YOUR LEGS INTO A FIST
Funsies
Oh he's being protective of martennnnn
PLANS
SECRET PLANSSS
JOHN STATEMENT HDHJDGKDVJHK
Awww john
ITS LIGHTENERS
Melines to relatable
MELANIE STATEMENT
MARTIN NFSUSSTUDIY
TIMM
Aww goodbye Jarey
mmm masquerade
MARTIN!!
“sorry Elias I can't hear you there's a DOOR in the way” I love marten
Hehehe bomb
Oh god marten don't die
OH GOD THAT'S NOT WAX WORK
MARTIN NO
ELIAS FUCK YOU
Uh oh
SILLY MUSIC
WHAT'S HAPPENING
Mmm nothing is everything and everything is something
God what is happening
EYE THINGGGG
TIMMM
TIM SET OFF THE BOOM
Oh
What the fuck is this
He's not responseuve
Oh eye always watching
ELIAS STATEMENT?
(I'm listening to this for a second time)
Hehehe sad man
Oh
Oh dear
THE ELBOWS DON'T WORK
The sky?
Oh
OH
Ma ma that's not edible
I don't want the box to sing
NOT THE COFFIN
Oh tunnel
Hmmm blood
TRAIN TIME
Hmmm watching
WHERE'D SHE GO
Oh dig
DOOR
Ants?
Oh
He screams
Who are we watching?
MARTIN
What
ARE TIM AND DAISY DEAD?
Bye Eliasss
PFFFF
OH
Lucassss
YIPPEE PETER
NO TIM AND DAISY ARE DEAD
Season 4 babyyy
Oh
Poor marten
This is so sad
Oh
WHAT
WHAT DO YOU MORE GOODBYE
First actual episode of season 4 :3
Oh?
WHO IS THIS
WHAT
WHERE
YOU SAW JOHN IN A DREAM?
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU
Oh statement
He sees how people die funnn
“What am I?” I ask that often
Oh
OH
Ship into the middle of nowhereeeee
MEMENTO THING
Snakes?
Oh
Nevermind it's death
Why ya calm
Oh
Did you accidentally kill a bunch of people
Nope
YOU GOT A GUN?
YOU KILLED THE CAPTAIN!????
oh
OH GOD YOU KILLED EVERYONE
This is this Oliver guy
SPIDERS
Oh
That's funnn
Oh boy
Melanie (I think it's her)might have scared him off
Oh
OH
JOHNS AWAKE?
Zombieeee
I keep sending the homophobic vase because I can
oh no it was gorge
AND VISCERA
Magic tape?
JOHN!
HIII JOHN
oh
6 MONTHS
He's very confused and I can see why
Hehehe eye thing
Statement timeeee
YOU CUT SOMEBODY'S HANDS?
I think this dudes on something
Maybe
Idk any more everything is odd
YOUR BEING FOLLOWED MX STATEMENT PERSON
Oh
This person's a little silly
Awww I love John
Even though he keeps making have deep thoughts
THEY CAN'T FIND DAISY'S BODY?
Oh oh god marten are you okay buddy
Oh
Aww
He miss his boyfriend (I'm desperately waiting for them to get together)
W E B yippee
Oh god meline she's very traumatized
Oh
Oh that hurt
OH MY GOD THEY'RE GETTING ATTACKED BY THINGS
(Not at the moment)
I think everyone's losing it
HE JUST CALLED HIMSELF THE ARCHIVIST NOT “Johnathan Sims head archivist” JUST THE FUCKING ARCHIVEST
EVERYONE IS EITHER DEAD, PART OF SOMETHING, FUCKING LOOSING IT OR ALL THREE.
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casually leaking top secret files: elliots quote book. our little poet.
“my faggot bench!”
“magnussy”
“blast off! 😄 Its party time!!!😃🎉”
“theres not bugs in my bagel i swear”
“im allergic to josh hutcherson”
“I am a minimim”
“Oh worm i accidentally spelled banana”
“ive run off to play musical chairs”
“FUCK NO NO NO NOT MY SCARY SOAGETI PHAZE”
“Also the djungelskog is immune to fire I decided”
“I dont get it”
“Oh. Oh i see.”
“The camera be darriens”
“Hehehehehehheheh”
“hold my hand NOW!!!!”
“I smell potato. Im gonna die”
“Horray”
“NEW STATEMENT. ......of Jonathan sims...... Regarding a spooky book”
“Sonbign”
“wait wjos mr blinkkin”
“TUMMY HUT”
“STOP”
“WUAT
“STOP ADDING THINGS”
“GRRRR”
“ABAHABABAHABABHHABBAHABBAB”
“.....boob.............”
“Shit”
“Fuck”
“Damn”
“C O C K”
“I bite all of my friends [and you]”
“[Runs away] OW MY KNEES”
"i have a corrupt government plan"
“what if he had big naturals but it was just his eyebrows”
“earful? what about buttcheek full?”
“THE 😭😭😭MAGNUS😭😭😭 ARCHIVES😭😭😭”
“for someone who hates being mean to people-you talk a lot of buttcheek.”
“can i just have a peice of cheese? hooray!!”
“i have acquired cheese”
“giggling”
“*dabs*”
“its boobs** carter.”
“Because theyre fucking stupid, elliot.”
“Respond to me you buttcheek”
“you say thats the fattest thing youve ever heard—- have you heard yourself?”
“NOT YEAG”
“wait you need to add the-hold on i have to find it”
“im not gay”
“but men though”
“finish the story first awnwgh”
“WHO SAID THAT”
“I'M NOT A hOmOsExUaL”
“god FORBID”
“i hate gay people so much. i hope they all burn for their sins ooooh my name is elliot and im oh so hateful and i avtuslly said thtid. this isnt other elliot typing this up in hopes he will be cancelled, this is me, Josh Hutcherson saying i hate gay people.”
“Thats upsetting.”
“Rhe beabtles”
“KILL YOURSELF”
“sonbign”
“No bazinga”
“No, bazinga”
“No? bazinga”
“No! Bazinga?”
“no not lmoa”
“Good lord.”
“SOBBIGN”
“do i need to doxx this guys entire friend group.”
“I mean i said fuck it we ball but still”
“Nothing i thought we were just sharing what we were eating and what we were thinking abt”
“I know what im gonna wear… MY KNEE BRACES”
“Also im going to murder the guy that asked you to prom”
“hey dipper, if your show gonna make big money i can show you how to do tax fraud. wink wink.”
“it doesnt matter how it started it matters how its going”
“Mitchell…… ‘who is Migchel’ ‘mitchell…’ Cultist ‘woah’ *ex cultist ‘whyd he stop ☹️’ He got burnt at the stake 🤪 ‘HWTAP’ elliot sometimes i wish i understood the out of pocket shit you say’ :3”
“my plaSTIC NOOOOO”
“Will wood😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭”
“You die”
“OH MY FUCK MY QUEEADESA”
“DONT DROP HIM”
“HE WOULD PROBABLY DROP YOU TOO IF HE HAD LONGER ARMS”
“what if i slide into your bounce house”
“Autismo…Dont you mean… AWESOMEO”
“Wee woo”
“Movie tim…”
“THIS IS NO LAUGHI G BATTER”
“i am going to drink airport water real quick”
“i’m italian and german, im on the wrong side of ww2”
“im gonna bite someone do dododododo”
“mmm… medical help..”
“No like velcro”
“Is there a larry the cucumber in my bag right now, elliot.”
“MARTIN. STOP trying to TOUCH the PLASTIC EXPLOSIVE. just PUT YOUR HANDS in YOUR POCKETS or SOMETHING-“
Its crude oil! “Called it”
“if theres a will — WILL WOOD!”
“larold”
“stop rizzing up larry the cucumber.”
“This is…. larry the cucumber..”
“chiropracting…. OOOOW”
“i’m magnussing!”
“amongd us… what if amongst us?”
“i switch them out every other day” (referring to his collection of knees)
“dareiwn”
“FUCK ITS TOO LONG”
“😭🤣😭😭😭🧅😭so tried”
“His teerth aer nit skft😭😭😭😭😭”
“GOODFNINGET ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️”
“HOW DO YOU SAY MISSIPIPI”
“I’m serving cunt and ceaseless watcher”
“oh its my cult!”
“i was met with- BOOM TITTIES!!!”
“its a cult ritual ☝️”
“They crabs FUCK dude”
“Sigh. Faggot.”
“I love hole(s)”
“MISTER WHAT.”
“i wanna punt that kid into the sun. i want to make field goals with him, nevermind, i want to use him as the ball.”
“actually my mommy loves me very much”
“Booyah.”
“I love it when Mitski plays without my consent”
“Gerlad!!”
“Jaws the shart”
“THE REASON I KEEP GOING OFF SPEAKER IS BECAUSE I AM NOT SPEAKING I AN SCREAMING”
“I just perpetually hit the reblog button” (stuttering and on the verge of tears)
“They looked at tma and thought not gay enough”
“he suffers from white.”
“I didn't know your dog could bake”
“im not crying i swear i just have really wet autism eyes”
“What if. I forgot”
“Back in my day we didn't have no anti depressants. We just killed ourselves.”
“MAYcy”
“AAHHHH I KNOW THAT BALD HEAD ANYWHERE”
“THERE ARE COMMUNISTS IN MY FUNHOUSE”
“this is disgusting and i am going to be smearing it on my face”
“thats not charlie thats jesus hate to break it to you”
“im not crying okay? im batman.”
“THATS NOT ME ITS SHAKESPEARE, MODERN DAY SHAKESPEARE: HIS NAME IS WILL WOOD.”
“You look balder than usual.”
“asmr youre being eaten alive”
“THERES A TRAIN GOING ON BY MY HOUSE IM FUCKING TWEAKING I LOVE TRAINS SO MUCH”
“autism be damnked my boy can cook a bbq”
“autism win💀💀���”
“Jonathermostat”
“let me give andrew the biggest, wettest, autism eyes ever.”
“hey bucko- hey FUCKo”
“yeah. take that POOKIE.”
“i do what i want BIETCH”
“am i so white that white face paint makes no difference “
“GOD. who needs that much food at once!! Slow down!!”
“The trout population will be affected.”
“i need a little baby rat— actually youre my little baby rat”
“balls blast? ohhh”
“the number of miles is i dont care—oh fuck”
“hashtag my tummy really hurts”
“*whispered after a long moment of silence* you should go on township…”
“would you like me to be your waiter.”
“thats a real knee-slapper— OW MY KNEES”
“balls”
hehehehehehehe hi its me elliot
JUDAS NOW
“I dont freeze Im too hot😎😎😎”
“i’d prefer not to have titties, thanks.”
you’ve been exposed @possiblyhenry
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shakingcryingwriting · 2 years ago
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Who would a reader a pjo×obeyme! Crossover fic? Cuz I'm writing it
It's completely plausible, especially with the theatrics of the pjo mulitverse i.e., kane chronicles and magnus chase
SUMMARY: MC is an unclaimed demigod at Camp Half-Blood, a long-term resident of Cabin 11, and a former member of Krono's army. One night, they go to bed and see Camp Half-Blood for the last time
Notes: you/yours/they/them; you are Mc, ofc; takes place somewhere between Last Olympian and Lost Hero (closer to Last Olympian); kinda went headcanon-y with the brothers but pfft who cares
Warnings: Spoilers for both obey me and Pjo; cussing I suppose
Camp Half-Blood hadn't felt this foreign since your first year.
Then, everything was fresh and shiny, new and exciting. Each cabin felt like a grand temple; each camper a hero of legend. You hadn't been able to hold back your ogling eyes and wide-ranging curiosities.
You could remember the jolt of excitement from the first time you hopped on a pegasus or the first time a faceless peer had dropped a broad sword in your hands. You could remember the terror-fueled adrenaline from your first time playing capture the flag, being ambushed by a few Athena kids while you were guarding the flag, or your first time facing a slobbering, snarling hellhound on the one quest you'd been allowed.
Now, tension flooded every crowded room and dripped from every uttered word.
The war was long since over, the shrouds long since burned. Dinner was held in the same pavilion; songs were sung around the same campfire. And yet, as fall neared ever closer, shadows still lingered:
In the eyes of war's witnesses.
In the silence between words.
In the empty spaces left behind by loved ones.
It was ever prevalent sitting on the porch of Herms's Cabin with no company but the cricket chirping at your feet and the consistent rocking of the chair in which you sat.
The last breaths of summer tickled your cheeks and tousled your hair. The setting sun was a dim echo beneath your closed eyelids. Training had turned your muscles into putty. The day had been hot and sticky and sweat still clung to all your nooks and crannies. You would have to head down to the showers sooner or later, but for now, on the cusp of slumber with the night's chill setting in around you, you could relax.
Of course, you appreciated the rest; who wouldn't?
But it would never be possible if Camp Half-Blood was at its peak.
Only a few campers could be seen on the green: A boy on his knees in the dirt outside the Demeter Cabin; Two girls holding hands as they headed off toward the volleyball court; A young girl tending to the central hearth, and you, of course. In the distance, the Stoll brothers were trying to push each other off the rock wall, and even farther away was the distinct sound of Clarisse La Rue giving someone a piece of her mind.
There were others, of course, there were others, but in a moment like that, you couldn't help but feel emptiness.
"Mc"
"JESUS!"
You nearly jumped out of her skin. You turned to find a familiar blonde girl with grey eyes at the corner of the cabin smiling at you.
"Spoke ya?" she asked.
"Yes!" you exclaimed, then quickly added, "Of course not!"
Annabeth Chase laughed, a sound you'd quite missed during your time in... Nevermind.
Annabeth hoisted herself up on the edge of the porch, not bothering with the stairs. "So," she started, "Percy and I are thinking of sneaking out and heading to the beach tonight."
"Uh-huh," you drawled, watching her trace the wood patterns of the porch with her finger.
"We plan to get some swimming in before the summer ends," she glanced up for your reaction, and when you said nothing she continued with "Do you want to come swimming?"
"And third wheel for you and your boyfriend?" you scoffed. "No thanks."
Annabeth's face reddened ever so. "He's not-Well ... You wouldn't be third-wheeling," she said.
You gnawed at your bottom lip for a moment, thinking. You'd missed Annabeth the past year, you really had. Before the war, you'd been the closest of friends... Then you picked Luke over her...
You both wanted things back to normal. And normal was getting up to no good that Annabeth would otherwise frown upon. So sure, what the hell?
"Great," Annabeth's smile was brighter than the sun at noon. "I'll see you then. Around 12 ish?"
"Sure," you smiled back, though your tired body hated the idea.
Annabeth rose from her spot just as the dinner horn blew in the distance.
She glanced over her shoulder at you.
You heaved a dramatic sigh before attempting to stand from your chair. A long groan came out instead as your back ached, locking you in a hunch for a moment too long.
Annabeth laughed again, "Need a hand, old man / lady?"
"Shut up," something in your knee cracked as you made your way down the few stairs the porch had to offer.
Annabeth looped her arm through yours, either for comradery's sake or because she was fully giving into the elderly bit, you'll never really know. Together, you headed off for the dining pavilion.
Dinner was the same as any dinner, at least from the past couple of weeks. Quieter than it should have been, but still bustling with excitement for the upcoming capture the flag game that Connor Stoll was quick to remind you of the moment you sat down.
"Hear Athena's got a new magic item up their sleeve," he said before your ass had even hit the seat. Travis slid into place on the other side of you.
"Yeah, right," he scoffed before leaning in so only you and Connor could hear, "If you ask me, it's a loada shit. They probably just started that rumor to get us on our toes."
"Yeah, say that when they hand us our asses Friday," Connor rolled his eyes.
This conversation continued all the way up to the sacrifice hearth. You'd never been quite sure who to sacrifice to, and seeing as it was weeks after the war and you were still unclaimed, you doubted you ever would, but you dropped in a nice buttery roll anyway.
Dinner went by quickly, filled with endless chatter and argument. Soon, campers were draining out of the dining pavilion and flooding into the amphitheater.
A campfire was already going and Apollo's kids were already roasting marshmallows. Everyone filed into their respective section, sitting under the banner of their cabin. Some went straight for the smores first, though.
Quite full from dinner, you took your seat far from the center of the Hermes section. On one side, there was the slightly more crowded Hephaestus Cabin, and on the other was the solo Hades camper.
You'd seen Nico before the war, but you hadn't known him to be a child of the death god. It was nice to see he'd been claimed. When your eyes met, you flashed him a friendly smile. He quickly glanced away, his cheeks almost flushed in the firelight, and gave you a tentative wave back.
One of Apollo's sons scooped up a guitar down by the fire and spit out a few experimental notes before jumping into the fan-favorite song I Am My Own Great-Great-Great-Great Grandpa.
The music had not gotten better while you were away.
But you sang along anyway, specifically when Connor Stoll, singing his lungs out right next to you, nudged you repeatedly with his shoulder and nodded encouragingly. By the third song, you were giggling and singing just as bad as he was.
Eventually, the day's activities got the better of you. You shouted to Connor over the ruckus that you were going to bed, he called you a prude, and you headed off.
Camp was much less welcoming in the dark. Sometimes, past the light of the periodically placed torches, you wondered if you'd see a hideous face or a pair of glowing eyes peering out at you. Of course, something like that was ridiculous. Camp Half-Blood was safe. The only safe place for you. You shook your paranoia off as you approached Cabin 11 once more.
Sometimes, it was jarring seeing the inside of Cabin 11. You'd done so so many times, but nearly two summers ago you'd accepted the fact that you would never see it again before you ran off into the night, hellbent on getting revenge on a parent you didn't know. Even now, it felt like stepping into the past rather than another room.
You made it over to your little spot on the floor. After the war, demigods had been claimed much more often, but before that, Travis had joked that you were a traitor and should keep the floor. You'd taken it a little too seriously and by the time a bed was free, more Hermes campers had been claimed. So, the floor it was.
You knelt down on your bedroll, contemplating that much-needed shower. Was it worth it if you were going to swim later anyway? You decided against it and against putting actual pajamas on, too. The shorts and tee shirt you wore would be fine. You were more or less taking a nap, not really sleeping.
You flopped down on the bedroll and melted the moment your body was wrapped in a blanket. You were going to set an alarm for yourself and put on a sleep mask (let's face it, those Hermes kids would barge in and turn the light on whether you were sleeping or not).
Instead, your eyes closed and sleep took you.
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magnus-the-maqnificent · 2 years ago
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Stars Around My Scars
Chapter 6 - I Keep My Side Of The Street Clean (Read on Ao3)
TW// Homophobia, Accidental Coming Out. Sorry, Alec.
Magnus woke up to the sounds of Chairman Meow scratching at his door and meowing incessantly.
He couldn’t help but frown sloppily as he raised his head from his pillow. Chairman never acted like this - like someone had set fire to Hell.
Sighing, he got out of bed, grabbing a robe from the floor and pulling it on as he crossed the room and opened the door. As soon as he did, Chairman Meow streaked into the room, going straight under the bed.
“Wha-“ Magnus stared at where Chairman had disappeared under the bed, and immediately realised something was wrong.
“Alec!” He called out as he ran to the living room. “What have you-“
Magnus froze.
The first thing he noticed was Alec, slumped in one of his armchairs with one leg crossed over the other, looking like a parody of a glittery pop star on tour. He was wearing a large violet glittery fur coat, under which he had a glittery pink two-piece set on - except the skirt was now extremely short, only going down to the top of his thighs. Magnus suspected that if he stood up, it would barely cover his ass. He was also wearing a large pair of sunglasses inlaid with rhinestones, and was smoking a large pipe.
Alec had looked at Magnus as soon he’d entered the room, and grinned around his pipe.
“Morning,” he said.
“What… are you doing?” Magnus asked warily.
Alec shrugged. “What it looks like.”
“Where did you even-“ Magnus squinted at his outfit. “Is that my coat?”
“The sunglasses too,” Alec said. “From your wardrobe.”
“You were in my wardrobe?!” Magnus asked, enraged.
“I was,” Alec confirmed coolly. “You look nice shirtless, by the way.”
“Thanks,” Magnus said without thinking. “Wait, no. You- you broke one of the rules.”
“Several, actually,” Alec said with a small shrug. “Broke into your wardrobe, and then into your study to get this-“ Alec waved the pipe. “Which I’m now smoking. That’s three. Then I opened one of your windows and leaned out of it - which apparently qualifies as attempting to leave the house, which- thank goodness cause my next plan was to hang off the balcony railing which would’ve definitely triggered your magic watchdog system and woken you up. Four. I called that annoying Dumort vampire from your phone - I didn’t tell him anything, by the way. I didn’t have to. Calling him was enough. And that’s five.” Alec was counting off his broken rules on his fingers as he spoke. “Oh and then I broke a bunch of your vases - don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be able to fix them. You have magic. And the breaking of the vases upset your cat, Chairman Meow. Making it a total of seven rules.”
Alec smiled like an angel.
And Magnus had to begrudgingly accept - he was impressed. Alec had broken every single rule that didn’t involve a second person.
“Oh, by the way,” Alec added, pointing to his thighs. “This stopped getting shorter somewhere around the seventh or eighth vase. Turns out there’s a limit to how short the skirt gets.”
“I see,” Magnus said, his eyes flicking down to Alec’s thighs. Though he was deruned, his physicality still remained intact, and it showed in his still bulky thighs-
Ehem.
“I’ll… nevermind,” he looked back up at Alec’s face. “Why are you doing this, Alec?”
Alec tilted his head. Magnus couldn’t read his expression, not with those sunglasses on. “Why not? I followed the rules, and I got thrown out of the Clave. I might as well take the other road for once.”
“That’s not how it works,” Magnus said. “These rules-“
Magnus paused. There was no way he could say “These rules are good for you” because that’s what the Clave told its soldiers, that’s what parents told their children to keep them in line, and there was no way Magnus could convince Alec that his rules were better than the Clave rules, because Alec was a rigid asshole.
Magnus sighed. “Look, I’m just trying to keep my house in order. And I’d really, really appreciate it if you do stick to the rules from now on.”
Alec’s lips twitched. Magnus thought he was going to say something, but then Alec dropped the still smoldering pipe onto a side table, and stood up.
“I have a question for you, by the way,” Alec said.
“What is it?”
Alec walked towards him, slowly, almost deliberately. He took off the sunglasses, tossing them off to the side somewhere, and put both his hands on Magnus’s shoulders.
“It’s about the last rule,” Alec said. The look in his eyes was just as deliberate as his gait had been.
“I’m listening.”
“You said I couldn’t have sex with anyone in his house.” Alec looked up at him through his eyelashes. “Does that include you?”
Both of Magnus's brain cells made a sound that was something like a record scratch.
Huh?
Before Magnus could answer, however, the doorbell rang.
“WHO DARES DISTURB THE HIGH WARLOCK OF BROOKLYN?!”
“This is Robert Lightwood, Head of the New York Institute. Open the door immediately, warlock.”
Magnus immediately swiveled to look at Alec, who was white-faced. He turned back to the intercom and asked, “What business do you have here?”
“I know you have my son,” Robert said.
Magnus looked at Alec again. Alec shook his head immediately, looking almost fearful.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Magnus said into the intercom. “I’m not housing any Nephilim.”
“Don’t jest with us, warlock,” came another voice, one decidedly not Robert’s, and one he didn’t recognise to be Maryse’s either. “We have tracked Alexander Lightwood to your house. Open the door, now.”
Magnus gave Alec one final, helpless look, and then pressed the button to let them in.
Immediately, he leapt into motion. First he went to Alec - one tug at Alec’s coat had it returning to his wardrobe, and he took off his own coat and draped it around Alec’s shoulders.
“Put this on,” he said, turning away before he could see the look of surprise on Alec’s face.
Magnus could hear the footsteps of whatever Shadowhunters were walking up the stairs to his front door now. A flick of his hand, and all his vases were fixed, another and the smell of smoke disappeared along with the joint.
He walked up to the front door, and pulled it open just to reveal Maryse and Robert Lightwood - along with a third, unfamiliar woman, at the forefront.
“How may I help you?” Magnus asked coolly.
“Magnus Bane,” said the unfamiliar woman. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Pity,” Magnus said. “I don’t even know who you are. Well, now, if you would just leave us to our morning-“
Magnus tried to close the door, but the woman pressed a hand firmly against it, preventing him from doing so.
From behind her, Maryse Lightwood gently cleared her throat. “Mr. Bane, this is Amatis Graymark. She works with Inquisitor Herondale.”
Magnus raised an eyebrow at that. Why the Hell was a liaison of the Inquisitor at his doorstep?
“Mr. Bane,” said Amatis. “You are aware that you cannot provide shelter to a deruned Shadowhunter?”
“Nothing in the your precious Covenant prohibits this,” Magnus said. “We’re just a Downworlder and a mundane cohabiting, there’s nothing wrong with-“
“You’ve been in regular contact with the Heads of the New York Institute, is that correct?” Amatis asked.
“Yes,” Magnus said reluctantly.
“So, would I be correct in assuming that Alexander here would be able to contact his parents through you?” Amatis raised an eyebrow. “Something that is, in fact, strictly forbidden by the Law-“
“No,” Magnus said vehemently. “Alec hasn’t even expressed any interest in contacting his family.”
“But why else would he stay here?” Amatis asked firmly. “You can see what it looks like. The usual protocol for a deruned Shadowhunter would be to disappear into the mundane world, not stay within reach of any Shadowhunters.” She crossed her hands. “So unless you can tell me another reason as to why, Alexander Lightwood cannot be allowed to live here anymore.”
Magnus wanted to feel angry.
He wanted to feel angry at this Shadowhunter, for barging into his home, for demanding to oust Alec - someone who was practically helpless, who had nowhere else to go.
But he couldn’t allow himself to be angry right now. His hands were tied, and he had to think, and fast.
Would these Shadowhunters even believe him if he said it was out of the goodness of his own heart? Probably not. Shadowhunters might have a mandate to save the world, but to them it was duty, not a kindness.
Time was ticking. Amatis was watching him intently. Maryse and Robert were looking to somewhere behind him, at Alec, but he suspected if he turned around, Alec wouldn’t be looking back. 
He thought of Alec himself, his cold blue eyes, him fast asleep curled up with Chairman,, his wits and smarts and his ability to make Magnus’s life a living hell, and something in him cracked.
When he spoke, he looked not at Amatis but at Maryse and Robert. “Alexander and I are in love with each other.”
“What?” Amatis said, but Magnus paid no attention to her. Behind her, Maryse gasped, clasping a hand over her mouth, and Robert looked faintly green.
“Alec-“ Magnus turned around, and saw Alec staring at him, white faced. He reached out for Alec, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him by his side. “Alec and I are in love with each other. Have been for a while. When he told me… what happened.” Magnus licked his dry lips. “I immediately offered him a place at my home. I’m not planning on letting him go anytime soon.”
Amatis was staring down at him, mouth set in a thin line. Magnus stared back, both locked in a silent challenge.
At last, Amatis conceded. “Very well, then. I’ll have to ask you to not bring him along when you visit the Institute in the future.”
“I can agree to that,” Magnus said.
Amatis nodded, turned on her heel and walked out. Robert and Maryse followed, Robert taking his wife’s hand and ushering her out as if the house were on fire.
The downstairs door slammed shut, the sound echoing through the now eerily silent apartment.
Magnus sighed in insipid relief, letting go of Alec to shut the door. “Well, I suppose they won’t be disturbing us any longer now.”
But when he turned around, Alec was staring hard at the ground.
“Hey,” Magnus said gently. “It’s alright, you know. I doubt they care. Besides, it’s not like we’re really- you’re not really gay, right? I’ll tell them so the next time we meet.”
Alec took in a sharp, deep breath.
“Alec?” Magnus took a step closer to him. “What’s wrong?”
Alec raised his head, and Magnus felt like he’d been slapped when he saw those blue eyes rimmed with tears.
“You-“ Shit. “You’re gay.”
Shit shit shit-
Alec spun around, rushing straight to his bedroom, and Magnus heard his first muffled sob just before the door fell shut.
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(Yes, Alec’s outfit in this chapter was a teeny tiny bit inspired by Taylor Swift’s Karma outfit at the eras tour, plus her swimming outfit from the YNTCD mv)
Because of your choices last chapter -
Alec got to see a glimpse of Magnus’s kinder side
Magnus is now a little more, ehem, *appreciative* of Alec
Now,
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corens-relisten · 1 year ago
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MAG 23 Schwartzwald
"my dearest jonah..." "next time i have the pleasure of your company" gay. idc. ive decided that jonah magnus is at least a little bit homosexual. oh albrecht is married? hmmmmm
"fascination with the macabre" huh? i wonder how he got into all that creepy stuff, enough to make the institute. but omg its so cute that albrecht heard from someone (hc that its another bf IDC) (any hcs i have abt jonah's collection of bfs is automatically a joke) that he got a new interest, then he immediately writes a letter and tells him abt macabre stuff! thats so sweet!
spoilers <3
i wonder how magnus got into the Eye, in the first place. from what we've seen, working at the institute is the best way to become an avatar. but it seemed that Magnus had always loved Knowing about everything, especially "creepy" (related to Dread Powers)
martin coming in with no trousers and jon having a perfectly normal conversation with him is so ace... and so me.
URGH i know i had a really good thought but i lost it. BOO OMG THATS RIGHT!! so, we k ow that statements are as eloquent as they are bc of the Eye, and them being compulsed by the archivist, right? does that apply over letters, phone, emails? i wonder. bc this dude seems plenty eloquent and traumatized
anyway, i think this is the Beholding! all the books, containing info and such (bc you know info lol), and being "seen" in the tomb, and feeling watched in the forest, etc. plus the being followed by an eye-less dude who could still see him.
spoilers over
does anyone who sees these actually care abt spoilers? i know my friend does so ill keep putting the warnings but i still wonder
anywho, i really love cemeteries. the consept of them is so interesting. i would so explore stuff like this if i could
i remember there being a letter as a statement, and it being addressed to jonah magnus, but not the contents of it. its really good though! i rly understand the mc of this one. and omg being followed is so creepy this whole statement is really amazing. i dont quite know how to put it to appreciate it well enough.
carla or clara, jon? which is it? lol
IT IS A RATHER A RATHER PLEASING DISCOVERY, ISNT IT?? i was so excited when i heard the name Magnus
well, thats all my lil commentary for this one. WAIT NEVERMIND THAT. MICHAEL KEAY?? (really jon. another michael.) MARY KEAY?? OMG???
okay now kim done! haha. heres my offering!
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some jon for your travels. excuse how fried the photo looks, i tried to fuck around w the filters to make it actually visible bc i drew super lightly
have a great day!
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debbyghost13 · 2 years ago
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The Adventures of the Finder and the Whisperer
By: @demonboi24 and I
Prologue
“Aw man, I really hope that I’m not lost.” said a person with a black cape, green sweater and black pants worrying. They had long blonde hair and facial hair, plus some scars. They were walking in a strange forest with blue-silver leafed trees. “Huh, these are new…” They looked at the trees. And then there were sounds coming from the trees, “Oh hello…I have been expecting you…Nathaniel.”
“Wha… What?” He said genuinely confused. A sort of foggy silver mist was forming in front of him and a stranger stepped out. The stranger had a black Captain hat with a gray ribbon across it with a few gray star charms. Their bangs were white and they had messy blue, purple, and dark blue hair with some white streaks. Their clothes were a white poncho with a gray star charm in the middle and had a black and navy trench coat under it with black pants and comet-like boots.
“I said, I have been expecting you… Nathaniel.” The stranger says looking at Nathaniel with their dark blue eyes. Nathaniel steps back. “Who are you? And how do you know my name?” He said while slowly backing away from the stranger. “Oh? Forgetful are you? Well it’s great to see you too… but your quest ends here.” The stranger chuckled as they reached and pulled out a lance with a purple and blue handle, “Mark your final words.”
“...Get away from me!” Nathaniel shouted. The stranger only laughed at his shout. “Oh please you saw this ages ago when you…nevermind. No need to explain. But I say, your quest is over! The fallen magicians are lost forever and you have been making a ruckus trying to find them!” The stranger pointed the lance at him.
Then something clicked on Nathaniel’s head. “The fallen magicians…?” He took one good look at the stranger before putting two in two together. “M-Magnus!?” He said. “That’s my name in its full glory! Now I say it one last time… Mark. Your. Last. Words.” Magnus smiled and then his tone of voice got low.
“...lacomino rashidian loco mono.” Nathaniel said. He seemed to be panicking but he hid it very well. “…’All magicians shall work together, stay together no matter what.’ …pity. This is why you and I will never be allies again…” Magnus looked at Nathaniel with a serious face. His lance had a dark blue aura around it and Magnus dashed at him. Nathaniel dodge Magnus just in time. Then he summoned his whips and started aiming at Magnus. Magnus slashed at the two whips and a bright light flashed. Everything turned to black.
Many…hours? Days? Time seemed to go by and Nathaniel woke up on a train seat. A train seems to be going to a destination in a hurry.
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So sorry about the requests getting deleted but I hope this reaches you well!!
Mtmte/LL
Whirl + (Gender neutral) Cybertronian reader
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So this is based off the Christmas special of when whirl found a colony of scraplets that took the shape of a protoform.
Whirl and reader have been conjux endura for a long time now(don’t ask how no one knows), always there for one another cause god knows whirl needs it. And after the events of them finding the colony of scraplets they obviously decide to secretly raise it without anyone knowing!
They both raise the scraplets that they now both consider their very own sparkling. And it even takes the physical features not just from whirl but from the reader too, making the attachment to her even greater<33 and just all in all the miscellaneous first time parenting moments of whirl and his conjux leading up to all the way to the scene with getaway in the end.
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Reading the special really makes whirl look like such a mom it’s adorable and I love him🥰
Take care of yourself and hope you have a great day!!
That Christmas comic has to be one of my favorites to read.
Hope you enjoy!
Bot Buddy being Conjunx with Whirl and taking care of scraplets
SFW, Platonic, Romance, Familial, Mention of injuries, Cybertronian reader
MTMTE
Buddy had stayed by Whirl’s side longer than most bots would have.
Many bots questioned many things about their relationship, but Whirl liked to keep them on edge and never told them the truth.
Buddy was probably one of the loyal and most stubborn bots anyone would have ever met.
Some of the things that Whirl had fallen for.
At Swerve’s… Whirl: “Move it Eyebrows! Buddy gotta sit! Whirl tries to push Rung out of the way but gets stopped by Buddy who has an unamused face. Buddy: “Whirl, we’ve talked about this.” Whirl: “But you need to sit, you said it yourself!” Buddy: “I said my pedes ached a bit—” Whirl suddenly picks Buddy up like a sack. Buddy laughing a bit: “Whirl! Put me down!” Whirl: “I’ll put you down, don’t get your bolts twisted.” Buddy huffs and smiles at Rung. Rung just smiles and waves. CLANK! Buddy: “Whirl!” Whirl: “What?” Buddy: “Why?!” Whirl: “How do you NOT expect me to touch that shiny metal—” Buddy covering their face with their servos: “That’s enough Whirl!” Whirl: “Bet you hate me!” Buddy in a  muffled voice: “Love you too.” Somewhere on the Lost Light… Magnus suddenly straightens his back struts even more. Rodimus putting away his data pad doodle: “Mags?” Magnus: “First, don’t call me that. Second, someone just broke a rule…”
The night the ship was to go into mauler space, Whirl had promised Buddy he was just going to get a quick drink with Nautica and Swerve before going into the B.E.D.
But when they woke up from their sleep, they were greeted with a frantic Swerve spouting about Whirl and scraplets.
They were running to the medbay before Swerve could finish any of his rambling.
They tackled Whirl onto the med slab and hit him upside down the helm when they heard what he did with the scraplets.
But they defiantly saw why their Conjunx did what he did.
They peaked at the container and saw a little sparkling with some of Whirl and their features.
Then Velocity mentioned about disposing them later that night.
Whirl and Buddy heading back to their habsuite. Whirl: “There goes another bot I care for gone.” Buddy: “Whirl you’re still on the pain killer’s.” Whirl: “Yeah… maybe it’s the meds… but don’t you ever—nevermind.” Buddy: “What?” Whirl: “Its something dumb…” Buddy putting Whirl on the berth and carefully cupping his helm. Buddy softly: “What?” Whirl: “… Do you ever want to start a family? I know its nuts to think me as a father figure or something but—” Buddy: “Its okay to think that Whirl… I need to go outside for a minute. I’ll be right back.” Later… Buddy carefully opens and closes the door holding something. Whirl sitting up. Whirl: “Finally! Thought you’d ru—what is that?” Buddy sheepishly smiles and holds up the container of scraplets. Buddy: “Meet Junior.”
It took some time for the pair to finally properly train Junior, but by Primus it was worth it.
It surprises the pair to no end that NO ONE had figured out they were harboring the scraplets.
Buddy and Whirl made sure to keep an optic out for any loose ends that could lead to Junior.
Junior soon started showing signs of Whirl and Buddy’s physical features.
When part of the crew went down to necro world, Buddy insisted on staying behind
Something wasn’t right and they wanted to be there for Junior in case something happened.
Whirl reluctantly agreed.
Buddy was slightly terrified when Getaway started talking on the intercom about mutiny.
They marched straight to Getaway while he was transmitting the call with blasters in their servos.
On Necroworld the bots suddenly heard shots being fired and buddy with fury in their optics tackling Getaway
Whirl, while low key worried for Buddy, was cheering them on to take him
The crew could see the struggle and fight going in Buddy’s favor.
That was until an arrow suddenly appeared in Buddy’s mid-section.
Whirl screamed as they went down revealing Atomizer behind them.
Getaway quickly ordered Atomizer to take the back halls and throw them in their habsuite.
Rodimus was borderline smoking at one of his crewmates dying trying to get the rat.
Whirl being furious was an understatement.
He promised himself that he was going to make sure that Getaway suffered once he got his claws on him.
Back on the Lost Light…
Atomizer had carelessly tossed Buddy’s frame in the room and locked the door behind him.
Junior was startled at the sight of their parent not moving.
They became increasingly worried the longer they didn’t move and the small energon puddle forming.
They had plenty of metal to eat before having to resort to…
Junior carefully dragged Buddy to a side in the room that was clean.
She carefully ate away the arrow and slapped one of the temporary sticky patches on the wound.
Time skip to Getaway finally offline…
Junior was quite insistent in getting Whirl to the room as fast as possible.
Whirl’s pedes nearly gave out from underneath him when he saw the still frame.
Whirl stumbling over his pedes to reach Buddy. He shakingly reaches for them, nudging them a bit. They don’t move. Whirl shut his optic and let Ratchet drag him away from them while First Aid went to check on the frame. First Aid’s helm suddenly went up. First Aid: “Ratchet! Ratchet!” Ratchet quickly gets to First Aid’ side. Ratchet: “By Primus, Whirl! Your beautiful, stubborn Conjunx is still online! Barely but there’s a spark beat!” Whirl immediately got to his pedes with Junior and went outside: “OUT OF THE WAY! MEDICS INCOMING! MOVE IT OR I WILL SIC JUNIOR ON YOU!”
It took many weeks of recovery and physical therapy before Buddy was once again back on their pedes chasing after their Conjunx.
Well, now chasing their Conjunx and newly adopted sparkling.
Minimus had even officially sealed the adoption pads as a gift to the new parents.
Whirl was so happy he didn’t commit a felony for 2 weeks.
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abessive-art · 5 months ago
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TMAGP listening to ep1 and uhh oh my there are already a bunch of things... WHEW.
So is Sam marking that one statement for the "response unit" gonna be some kind of chekovs gun? i hope it is thatd be neat. Also Jon & Martin's voices reading out the statements is, PHEW, haunting...
So if i understand correctly this is another universe post-TMA finale, but if thats the case why do we have ANOTHER The Magnus Institute in... manchester? did i get that right? An abandoned Magnus Institute... Wonder if its an exact copy that had another Martin & jon & Tim & Sasha that just never got roped into discovering the fears... I mean ik if thatd be compatible with JOn & Martins voices being in the TMAGP machines... OR if its just another version of the magnus INstitute with different people that just... closed down around 2020 when the world ended in TMA... AGHH i love this sm there are so many things to figure out
NEVERMIND unpaused and it burned down around 2000 or 2004... maybe the version in which Gertrude managed to burn down the archives and so maybe... Jon & Martin & Tim & Sasha never entered the archives and are living normal if spooky lives. AGH its making me lose my mind. WHAT DO YOU MEAN A BLAST FROM THE PAST SAM???? HUH. WHAT DO YOU KNOW.
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realcowboysdrinkjuice · 8 months ago
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omfg yes i won charlie said in the rolled that its present day and magnus and jerome are just fucking weird lmao
that’s what i was going with until someone said it was 2012 and i was like wAIT WHAT??? NO ITS NOT?????? there’s tiktok and the new iphone it would be at the very LEAST still called music.ly nope nevermind just googled that dropped in 2014 so IT WOULD BE ON AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT PLATFORM LOL BUT FINALLY VINDICATION!!!!!!! like i talked to someone in replies who said it was 2012 and i was like idk i just interpreted that as jerome and magnus being strange and late to the trends sense charlie’s explanation for it was “they’re like in their late forties” and then someone said it was 2012 and i was like oh no was i wrong that one time oh no
anyway this is nothing this is a nothing post
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original-elias-bouchard · 7 months ago
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yeah. i could try and keep him away from you, but that might just lead to him stalking you as well, so...
the regency- you mean there's more people from that era other than jo- magnus? also is that wine from the 1800s or did he buy it here because i bet that wine's gonna sell for a fortune if it's from magnus's timeline. even if people think it's reached past its peak- okay nevermind that might sell for a lot less, actually
and absolutely you should get a raise. you're dealing with this a lot better than i was. i remember squeezing the life out of rubber chickens i could touch to get my anger out on something. *he smiles genuinely, trying to cheer her up a little.*
hey.
I have some wine,
and I’m pondering.
wanna join in?
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absolutely
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