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TMA SubTags: Episode Art, Characters, Artists

General Tags:

#tma, #tma fanart, #tma art, tma comics, tma text post, tma animatic, tma animation, tma audio, (audio), tma fic, tma au, meta, song comic, tma spoilers, 

#tma season art/ tma episode art: pre s1, tma s1, tma s2, tma s3, tma s4, tma s5, scottish safehouse period, somewhere else,

jonny sims, (goddamnit jonny, jonny dug his own grave), alexander j newal, q&a, rusty quill (general, includes: interviews, rqg, etc), the mechanisms, (the bifrost incident), meta (theories, connections, background info, help from rq/jonny), tma quotes,

TMA Characters:

#jonathan sims (s1 jon, s2 jon, s3 jon, s4 jon, s5 jon, ace jon, autistic jonathan sims, enby jon, monster jon, moth jon, selkie jon, jonsimsandcats2021, eye jon, jon madrigal 

Allies/Neutral: martin blackwood, jonmartin, georgie barker, melanie king, the admiral, what the girlfriends, jon and daisy, daisy tonner, basira hussain, sasha james (Archivist sasha), tim stoker, agnes montague, gertrude robinson, gerard keay, michael shelley, helen richardson,

Enemies/Antagonists/Monsters:  elias bouchard, (elias bouchard has a punchable face), peter lukas, lonely eyes, not!sasha, the distortion, (michael distortion, helen distortion), annabelle cane, nikiola orsinov, not tea

#the entities: the web, the lonely, the vast, the hunt, the eye, the spiral, the dark, the extinction,

Artists:

everchased, roboomic, megzilla87, linecrosser, skyberia, ggracee, blueberry star, satturn, yesoksure, luftballons99, beansmakesart, yamiiino, dudeiwannasleep, tatumsdrawing, coralreefskim, honeycakelion,  amarearts, lazyperfs,  disasterzoo, reidspng, tolbyccian, speakerunfolding,

Specific pieces/ series: theyellowmistress (Great series of episode art), ashsweet (Cursed teacups), octos art (Cassette tape art), lescarnetsdehaku (Great comics), planplantsilus (Pixel art),

glowbat, cael does art, oceanbrine (gifs), (a collection of yearning), ghostbri,

Pre S1: Martin’s Birthday, The Dog Incident,

TMA S1

01, 02 (Do not Open), 03 (Across the Street), 04 (Ex Altiora), 11 (The Dreamer), 13 (Alone), 22 (Colony), 26 (A Distortion), 32 (Hive), 34 (Anatomy Class), 38 (Lost and Found- Vase), 39, 40

TMA S2

41 (Too Deep), 50 (You’re dating the cop? -no Tim, I- Won’t tell anyone!) 51 (High Pressure), 60 (Observer Effect), 67 (Burning Desire, You can trust me with the key to the tunnels!), 74 (Trophy Room)  79 (Hide and Seek), 80, 

TMA S3

81 (Mr. Spider), 83 (I could be on drugs!),  86 (Blanket), 87 (Uncanny Valley), 89 (Jude Perry), 91, 92, 97, 99, 101, 102 (Melanie’s got a knife), 111 (Family matters) , 118, 119, 120 

TMA S4

121 (Far Away), 122, 126, 127 (There’s a door in my mind), 128, 129 (I miss you), 131 (Flesh), 132 (Entombed), 135 (Dark Matter, Basira beats up Elias), 136 (Puppeteer- “Boo hoo, I’m all alone and a monster”) 139 (Chosen), 140, 141 (Doomed Voyage), 142 (Scrutiny), 143 (Heart of Darkness), 146 (Thresholds- Confrontation/Intervention), 151 (Big Picture), 152 (Gravedigger- “When will the Eye make me monstrous?), 153 (Love Bombing), 154 (Bloody Mary, Let’s Gouge out our eyes and Make out), 157 (Rotten Core), 158, 159 (The Last), 160, Scottish Safehouse Period, 

TMA S5

tma s5 trailer, 161, 162, 163, 164, 165, 166, 167, 168, 169, 170, 171, 172, 173, 174, 175, 176, 177, 178, 179, 180, 181, 182, 183, 184, 185, 186, 187, 188, 189, 190, 191, 192, 193, 194, 195, 196, 197, 198, 199, 200

[voiceless-terror]

for the kiss prompt #11 I Almost Lost You Kiss or #29 Last Kiss if you like!

me: i don’t think i can write sad things, really

grace: gives me these prompts

i did them BOTH and here there be mag 200 spoilers

Martin tells Jon he loves him because that’s all there’s left to say.

He knew this would happen. It’s why he told the others to go early; he had seen the agony on Jon’s face as they made their choice. And even as he screams, even as he curses Jon’s decision, he can’t fault him. He’s so, so angry that it’s come to this, that all their words and their promises are nothing in the face of the powers and the rest of the world. Because it’s never been about them, in the scheme of things.  Every decision they’ve made has been for some grand plan, for someone else’s gain. Saving the world or destroying it, the stakes ever-rising. It was never just Martin and Jon. It was Martin and Jon and the Eye and the Web and the rest of the fucking world.

Martin knew even as he held him in his arms that night that it would be their last. Jon would never let what happened to him happen to someone else, not if he could prevent it but Martin’s always been about the here and now and what he can see and what he sees is the man he loves asking him to cut the tether, to kill him. There’s no certainty in his eyes but there’s hope and more than a bit of sadness. Jon doesn’t know the way anymore, not like he did before but neither does Martin, and if there’s a chance- a chance to save this world and Jon along with it- he’ll take it.

Jon smiles when Martin reaches him, and he’s crying, oh god he’s crying and Martin wants nothing more than to kiss away his tears so that’s what he does, their first kiss, chaste and sweet and presumably their last. He holds the one he loves close and with a trembling hand he drives a knife through his chest and it’s easier than he thought it would be, the flesh soft and yielding when it should be much, much harder; why is it so easy to do the one thing he swore he never would? Where he expects a scream of pain there’s just the tiniest of exhales; Jon slumps forward and if Martin closes his eyes he can imagine them somewhere else, in a cozy cabin or a cot in a basement, and when Jon goes limp he’s just surrendering to sleep and not dying and bleeding out in his arms-

The tower falls. 

_______

Jon wakes to sterile white. 

He’s dimly aware of pain, dull and numbed as it is. He takes great gasping breaths of air until the room is crowded with doctors and nurses and all goes to black once more. Eternities later, he wakes again to much more pain and a hand entwined with his. Someone is talking.

Martin is talking.

Not saying much of anything, really, just a comforting murmur of blended words but it’s a soothing melody all the same. He shifts and tries to blink the sleep from his eyes; Martin shoots to his feet at the motion.

A hiccuping sigh and a wave of tearful words. A kiss to his forehead. “I thought I’d lost you,” murmured into his hair. He can’t open his mouth to speak just yet but he hopes the pressure of his hand can convey the sentiment. There’ll be time for all of that yet, apparently, because Jon’s living and breathing and here along with everything else he brought. 

But amidst all the pain and fear and chaos he can feel lurking just outside the window, weak but waiting to feast on a world ripe for the taking, there is Martin. Because as much as he regrets his inability to see it through, his weakness is alive and speaking and smiling through tears. Jon made it about them. Because at the very last moment, when he could end it all, starve out the fears and save the other worlds, he saw the pain in Martin’s face and couldn’t go through with it. He panicked. Martin’s his reason, and that’s the real tragedy of it. 

In the end, he did what everyone wanted. The Web won, and they will never know if it was worth it because they’re somewhere else. When the guilt tastes bitter on his tongue he looks to Martin and tells himself he’s alive, you’re alive, and now you have to live with those consequences. He’s been given time, so much of it, more than he deserves. He doesn’t quite know how to make amends, doesn’t know if he ever will. But when he thrashes in his sleep at night, when he screams and sobs there is someone there to hold him down, someone who can’t grant him forgiveness but can remind him that there was a reason why he did what he did.

They’re together, and for now that will have to be enough.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30968831

[lylahammar]

hdskskdk did you just accidentally post a queue for tomorrow??? I read those tags and i was like "oh lyla oh no..." 😂😂😂 (I'm a patron you didnt spoil me)

YEAH IDK WHAT HAPPENED DHF;LDHF I scheduled it for tomorrow morning and it was definitely in my queue but then it just posted randomly 😭 luckily I caught it pretty quickly but omg that was total spoilers I’M SORRY EVERYONE,,,

[seachanqe]

so how about our boy this ep?!? just when you think you can't love martin anymore??? hello??? god he is perfect ❤

HE IS. My heart is full of love for Martin. I’ve been LIVING for all the excellent meta analysis people like @dathen have been putting out on how you can really see his growth from previous seasons and other great moments from the ep. 

Like, how he set clear boundaries for Jon on what he can’t handle, and is firm about it. He has so much more confidence now compared to seasons 1 and 2, and I secretly hope he has a better idea of his self-worth now? Maybe Jon helped him with it during the pre-Apocalypse time at the safe house? (That would be a nice fic actually....) 

Its possible perhaps though that Jon’s love has helped him realize or come to terms with his inherent worth*? In previous seasons, his self-worth was obviously tied to how he could help others. He felt he only had purpose when he got the rest of the archive crew tea or taking care of his mom, despite how much he got berated by Jon or his mom, etc. But I think actually receiving some love for the first time in his life (because he never had parental love, and it doesn’t seem like Martin had friends outside the Institute which is so depressing in itself) has really helped boost his confidence and give him the emotional support he needed to clear some of the depression fog and realize he does deserve good things and he actually doesn’t have to keep sacrificing his own well-being and mental health to help others. I’m soooooo proud of him, and I hope we get to continue to see how he’s grown through how he and Jon interact and how he responds to the horrors of the Fear Apocalypse. 

Speaking of which, Martin trying to help those lost to fear and how he spoke to them was heart-wrenching. Like they must have looked horrifying themselves tbh but there Martin is just all nonchalant “Sorry about my boyfriend, do you need anything?” He’s so KIND and GOOD, I have so many feelings about it (and Dathen did such a lovely write-up about how he hasn’t lost all his goodness, even if its something he has to do purposefully instead of it coming naturally). And of course, him ignoring the phone booth like “Can’t get me now spooky motherfucker” was GREAT. I wonder how long we’re going to have to wait until we find out who was calling. Its so intriguing how Jon couldn’t hear it...

*Side note: This differs from Martin realizing he has self-worth only because he’s making Jon happy

[ravenvsfox]

✐ if you're still doing it! ❤

[captainkirkk]

i dont think i knew you were into aftg? missed that somehow, followed for literally everything else and then out of nowhere you murder me with this Q U A L I T Y content???!?!?!? great fic 👌😭❤

I don’t post about it much, but the AFTG series is so good. And jgkjtjk thank you!! 

[kandayuu]

do you know if anyone has translated 231 yet? I'm dying I've just been staring at the cover in awe it's so beautiful 😭 also hoshino's insta ❤❤👏😭😭😭🙌❤❤❤

someone has posted a translation here!

also hoshino’s insta was such a nice surprise im so happy she’s back

[avannak]

i stg i was sitting here like "i need more fma meta on my dash" and like two seconds later your queue delivers 👌👌bless 🙏

[annahillart]

i love tommy and sweets i want 10000% more of them???

thank you so so much i love them too! :’) funny you should send this i was just starting to draw the next one yesterday because it’s been a while since the last one. genuine interest in my oc’s makes my day like anyone else so thank you so much for this message !!

[nokkiart]

that podcast was so fun! it was cool to hear your journey as an artist and it's always surreal to put a voice to a face on tumblr haha :D

Oh yay! I’m glad you liked it!! I always get so nervous going into podcasts and interviews so it makes me happy to hear that it was somewhat entertaining ^^

I hope my voice doesn’t sound too much stranger than you imagined XD

[voiceless-terror]

if you like! jon becomes a teacher in a 160 never happened universe?? I have only become more obsessed with jon interacting with kids since the Dark ep in s5 when he talks to callum 🥺

AHH okay so i know most AUs where he’s a teacher have him teaching preteens or teenagers but consider this: primary school.

The kids ADORE him. He doesn’t talk down to them, he’s very patient and understanding. He’s especially good with the ‘troublemakers’ cause he was one himself, he knows what it feels like. He’s great at story time, always does all the voices and keeps them on the edge of their seats. Even the teachers stop by and are enthralled fdlgjldfkg. The kids are curious about his scars, and of course he doesn’t give them the full truth, but they accept it and don’t look at him differently- I just think Jon deserves to be around people who aren’t afraid of him and actually like him, he hasn’t had that in so long.

Little add on: there’s a poetry unit, and all the kids go home with a worksheet of ‘m.k. blackwood’ poems to analyze. martin is completely unaware of this.

[seachanqe]

i totally understand your feelings! when i do comissions i always ask if i can post the art but i would never consider using it as anything other than a portfolio piece to get more work. that's just me though! and if there was a misunderstanding and the client asked me to take it down i would do so immediately. so if you did say something im sure they would change their icon. on the other hand i have trouble asking a waiter for more napkins so i feel your pain 😅

Thank you for providing your perspective!! I really, really appreciate it. :) 

(also I am totally with you on the being afraid to ask for things kalnsdknf)

[ravenvsfox]

hi I would like to take a moment to thank you for the phrase "dick high fuckin leg rips" incredible. have a nice day.

shit your welcs dude I always strive for quality in my disgusting commentary

[captainkirkk]

in regards to your favorite color, have you heard The Grass After Winter by Zach Winters

No, but I looked it up and now I’m listening to it and crying

[ashes-in-a-jar]

And I Owe it All to You

Hello! This is a fic I wrote based on @speakerunfolding 's wonderful Jonmartin scottish cabin comic which I couldn't stop looking at.

I wrote this while watching Dirty Dancing for the first time in many years. Quite an experience xD

Summary: It's a night in for Jon and Martin in the cabin and they decide to pop out the wine.

Rated: T

Word count: 2.2K

Tw: alcohol, drinking and being slightly drunk, minor injuries

Maybe it was the fact that neither of them had gone out much in the past few months. Maybe the Fears prefer their avatars lightweight. Maybe Scottish alcohol tended to be stronger than English alcohol. But the sparkling wine they bought on a whim at the village store shouldn't have had the effect on them that it did.

Having emptied two cups each (Jon was actually drinking out of a mug, since they found only one wine glass, and he conceded the honor of feeling classy to Martin) they have already become giggling messes over some dumb joke regarding one Peter Lukas and a computer that refused to boot.

It wasn't even that funny. But there they were, acting like complete fools leaning against each other on the couch, legs propped up in a completely uncomfortable position on the small living room table (dangerously close to the now nearly empty bottle), holding their cups precariously in one hand and holding hands with the other.

And enjoying every moment of it.

The giggling subsided. They took a moment of comfortable silence to regain their breath and enjoy another sip.

"Can't believe he didn't know he could just u-unplug and replug the whole thing. Even I know that." Jon's speech was ever so slightly slurred, his leftover wine sloshing in his cup.

Martin hummed and then snorted.

"Jon, you barely know how to do that either. I had to teach you how to open new tabs in the same internet window for christ's sake."

"It was a new laptop! All of the buttons were in the wrong p-place." Jon protested weakly, starting to hiccup.

"Sure."

"Prick." Jon nudged him fondly. "You underestimate my vast knowledge of 'modern' things."

Martin snorted again. "Modern, you say?"

"Yes Martin, what do you take me for?"

"An old geezer." Martin tousled his hair gently. Jon leaned into the touch. Then, the words sunk in.

"Hey! Why do you and Georgie keep thinking that? I can know pop culture!"

"Oh yeah? Tell me, what do you know?"

"Uh..." Jon struggled to straighten himself, which resulted in actually sliding further off the couch. "Um...I know S-Star Wars! And uh, Matrix? I think. I've seen it once. Oh! That, that dinosaur movie! And... Titanic?" He finished unconvincingly. 

Martin looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Really, Jon? You're just naming movies now.  And not even new ones. Did you actually watch any of those?"

Jon avoided his gaze "I... I may have fallen asleep during uh, during some of these?"

Martin gave him a long look. 

"Yes alright, I fell asleep in all of them."

Martin huffed "Thought so". 

Jon gave up trying to salvage his dignity, taking a final long gulp from his mug, a small drop trickling down his chin. Martin swiped it away, absent-mindedly licking his finger, not noticing as Jon hiccuped, his face heating up considerably. 

"I-I did like the Princess Bride though— that was a nice film, if a bit sensational." 

"Hang on. You watched the Princess Bride? And liked it?" Martin asked, incredulous. 

"I'm allowed to like things, Martin. B-besides, Georgie made me watch it. Said it was a- a core staple of cinema history o-or something."

"Oh yeah? Did she make you watch those other movies as well?" Martin asked casually, swirling the liquid in his cup. 

"Unfortunately yes. She would cruelly  shake me awake when I finally managed to get some shut-eye for once in my life. I-it's not my fault the only times I could sleep normally were during those, those damn films! She woke me up for that ridiculous scene with the, uh, the bullets in the Matrix. And that lifting scene in that unseemly dancing movie."

"What lifting scene?" 

"That movie with all of the dancing? Th-the one where he lifts her at the end in the middle of the crowd with that song? At least, uh, at least I think there was a lot of dancing, I wasn't actually, hmmm... Focused at the time." 

"Oh my god Jon, do you mean Dirty Dancing? You fell asleep during Dirty Dancing?" Martin's delighted incredulity was plain on his face. 

Jon scrunched up his nose. "That's the name of the film? Good thing I fell asleep then."

"Jesus Jon. That's incredible, good on Georgie! Heh, at least you woke up for that scene. It's iconic, you know." 

"Yes, yes." Jon waved at him dismissively, reaching unsteadily for the wine bottle. Martin gently took it away from Jon and with a much steadier hand, poured the remaining bit of wine into his mug.

"Thank you Martin," Jon mumbled into the cup. 

Another warm silence fell on them, lulling Jon into a half drunken stupor. He nearly threw his cup in the air when Martin's words startled him back into awareness. 

"I can do that scene you know, that lifting part." He was looking intently at his glass. 

"R-really?" Jon hiccuped. "How?" 

"I… I had a boyfriend who wanted to try it. So we did. Turns out that I'm good at balancing large things that aren't stacks of paper."

Jon hummed. He suddenly imagined very vividly Martin lifting someone else in that way and felt a pang in his chest. What was that?

Another beat of silence. 

"Do. Do you want to try?"

"W-what?" 

"Do you want to do that lifting scene with me? I'm sure I could lift you." Martin suddenly sat up, his tone excited and anticipating. He looked at Jon. 

Jon shifted. "Uh, I-I guess it's fine? Sure."

"Okay! Let's do it then!" Martin got up on his feet, swaying ever so slightly. 

Jon looked up at him surprised. "W-wait, now? Shouldn't we wait? You know, to be less uh, inebriated? Don't you need to see the scene again for a reminder?"

"Mmm. We don't have reception so I can't exactly watch the scene again. But, but I'm pretty sure I can do it now, definitely sure! Come on." He held out his hand expectantly. 

Jon took it, stumbling only a bit as he got up. Martin took out his phone . 

"I might even have the song saved. Let me check."

A moment later he gave a whoop of success and the song began to play, filling the main space of the cabin with its soft, if slightly tinny sound. 

Jon stretched, releasing the tension in his muscles. "All right Martin, where do you want me?" 

"You need a bit of a running start, and then you need to jump high right as you reach my arms, so stand over there." He indicated towards the door of the bedroom. 

"Right." Jon stumbled only once as he made his way towards the designated spot. Martin moved across the room stopping right near the kitchen door. 

The song kept playing calmly in the background, slowly building up towards the upbeat chorus. 

Jon looked at him again "I dunno Martin. A-are you sure?" He suddenly felt a bit more fuzzy than he did sitting down. He hiccuped again. 

"Please Jon, you're thin as a rake. Have a little faith." His face wore that determined look that Jon couldn't help but love. 

"Alright, as you wish." He grinned, proud of his clever reference as he took his stance. 

Martin rolled his eyes as well as his sleeves. "Steady on Westley, this is the part."

Jon felt a rush of excitement as he caught Martin's enthusiasm. "Ready?" He asked, bouncing a little on his feet in preparation. 

"Ready." Martin crouched a little, holding out his arms. 

As the chorus neared Jon, with a wild drunken energy, took his running start, jumping up as he reached Martin, grabbing on to his shoulders for support. Martin firmly gripped Jon's hips, bent his legs and with a strained grunt lifted Jon in the air as the song reached a crescendo. 

Jon was flying. 

He laughed giddily, stretching out his arms in elation. 

As Martin continued holding him in his strong grip he looked down at his beautiful boyfriend. Despite the exertion, Martin looked up with the softest expression as the song kept playing for them in the background. 

For a moment everything was perfect. 

And then Martin leaned backwards a bit too far. 

In hindsight, they should have known this would happen. While Martin was better at hiding it, he was as drunk as Jon. And Jon's already impeded balance certainly didn't help. 

As they went down, Jon idly wondered if they could also recreate the rest of the dance if they practiced. And then he hit his nose on the floor. 

After a moment of stunned silence the pain rushed in and Jon grunted. 

Turns out that while most of him was protected from the fall by Martin's soft and sturdy body, his knee also missed the mark and crashed into the floor as well.

Muffled by Jon's body above him, Martin squirmed. "Ugh, Jon, are you okay?"

When Jon didn't respond, Martin groaned and picked himself off the floor, lifting Jon in the process. 

"Oh my god, Jon! You're bleeding!" 

Jon's face throbbed. And so did his knee. His hazy drunken state began fading away as the pain sharpened. 

"I-I think I hit something." 

"I'm so sorry Jon! God, where are the tissues?" Seemingly having sobered up considerably, Martin picked Jon up and carried him bodily into the bathroom. Jon allowed all of this to happen as the shock of the fall dissipated. He let Martin easily lift him onto the sink counter as he shoved a towel into his hands.

"Hold it against your nose while I... Jesus, your knee too?" He stepped back now hurriedly lifting the stained pant leg to reveal the damage. 

"God, Jon I'm so sorry. Hold still, I'm going to find the first aid kit. We shouldn't have done this. This was a complete disaster." 

He kept muttering irritably as he walked away. Jon sighed and pressed the towel to his throbbing nose. His foggy mind still felt as though it was trying to catch up to the recent chain of events. He spoke slowly, attempting to convey himself with clarity. 

"Martin, it's fine. Honestly, I think we both know I've had worse-" 

"You nearly broke your bloody neck! God, where's that goddamn kit." He shouted from across the cabin as Jon heard the rattling of drawers being forcefully pulled open. 

"Martin, please I-I'm okay. It's just a little bit of bruising. It honestly already feels better." 

And it actually did. In the chaos after the fall, they both forgot Jon's... situation. Jon watched as the cut on his knee slowly closed up, leaving only the drying stain of blood behind. The pain in his nose was slowly vanishing as well. 

By the time Martin came back holding the bag, Jon already put down the towel and was tentatively poking at the previously bruised spot. 

Martin stopped in front of him, looking at him with a mixture of emotions Jon couldn't parse out. He smiled at Martin hesitantly. 

"See? Good as new. No harm no foul, I say."

Martin let out a long suffering sigh and took the towel out of Jon's hands. He quietly dampened it in the sink and stepped closer to gently pat at his face. 

Jon looked at him. This close he could practically count his faded freckles, follow every line and trace every mark that was so beautifully Martin. He let himself smile. 

"I must say, I'm quite impressed by your strength, if we weren't so inebriated, I'm sure you could have kept me up there for quite a while," he said quietly, enjoying the fluttering touches. 

"It wasn't because I was drunk." Martin muttered. 

"Pardon?" 

"I said it wasn't because I was drunk that I dropped you," he said a little louder, oddly flustered. "I was looking at... At you. You just looked... I dunno, happy, I guess? I just never seen that expression on you before and it..." He trailed off, concentrating intently on Jon's knee, finishing up cleaning up the blood. 

"M-Martin, look at me. Please look up here." Jon gently tugged at his shoulders to pull him up. At this height, sitting on the counter, he actually came face to face with Martin, seeing his blush and ruffled expression right in front of him as opposed to slightly above him like he normally did 

He lifted his palms to bracket Martin's warm cheeks. 

"There you are," he whispered and leaned in for a quick kiss. He then leaned back slightly. "You know that I'm perfectly happy. Here with you. Y-you know that, right?" 

Martin looked at him for a few moments, then smiled. "Yeah, I do."

"Good. Now, help me down so we can clean up the wine stain, which I'm sure is growing on the carpet right now."

"Wha- oh," Martin said as he turned to see the fallen glass that apparently toppled during the mayhem. 

"Yeah. Let me down?" Jon said again, holding out his arms. 

Martin turned back to him, a teasing expression on his face. "As you wish." 

Jon groaned and allowed himself once again to be pulled, secretly enjoying Martin's burst of giggles as they both walked back into the crime scene that was their drunken night in. 

All things considered, it was a pretty good night. 

[captaincravatthecapricious]

WIP GAME

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I was tagged by @banashee

Let’s just go with the to do list of stuff on my phone as opposed to the list of endless things in my big messy wip folder. I’m woefully behind on everything so idk when these will get done. But I wanna do them all.

TMA

- Life happens

- Music ask

Encanto

- Bruno sleep

- Bruno bath

- Bruno couch

- ohtonapinacorner

- things Brett says

LWA

- music ask

TPP

- Music ask

Feel free to ask about these if you want. I don’t know who has done this nor do I know who wants to. But uh. @fidelesir @spacestationdaedalus @speakerunfolding @celosiaa @taylortut @janekfan everyone else whose issuer names I forgot how to spell