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cottonvanjogh · 1 year

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TMA Characters and whether or not they would wear the Wiimote wrist strap

Jon Sims- of course he wears the wrist strap, it's there, why wouldn't one use it

Martin Blackwood- obviously he uses the wrist strap

Tim Stoker- does not wear the wrist strap, he and Danny never wore them as kids

Sasha James- does not wear the wrist strap because she doesn't think she would ever throw it

Elias Bouchard- wears the wrist strap to spite Peter

Peter Lukas- does not wear the wrist strap to spite Elias

Basira Hussain- wears a wrist strap

Daisy Tonner- does not wear the wrist strap

Melanie King- used to wear the wrist strap and then stopped and then resumed

Georgie Barker- did not wear the wrist strap until she dated Jon, now she still does

Gertrude- did not wear the wrist strap

Gerry Keay- wore a wrist strap for certain games but not usually

Mary Keay- wears the wrist strap for non-safety related reasons

Michael Shelley- wears it arbitrarily to make you wonder if he usually does or doesn't

Helen Richardson- is wearing one but it keeps getting longer

Mike Crew- does not wear the wrist strap

Simon Fairchild- wears the wrist strap so he can take it off specifically to throw the wiimote

Jared Hopworth- did not wear the wrist strap and now he cannot

Jane Prentiss- wears the wrist strap

John Amherst- is missing the wrist strap

Jude Perry- does not wear the wrist strap

Agnes Montague- loves wearing the wrist strap

Raymond Fielding- will make you wear the wrist strap

Julia Montauk- wears the wrist strap for certain games

Trevor Herbert- wears the wrist strap for the same certain games

Mikael Salesa- has a personalized wrist strap

Annabelle Cane- is wearing eight wrist straps

Calum Brody- does not wear the wrist strap

Oliver Banks- did not wear the wrist strap and now he does

Rosie- wears the wrist strap

Joseph Rayner- does not wear the wrist strap

Breekon & Hope- wear the same wrist strap

Nikola Orsinov- is wearing your wrist strap

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bellaxisworld · 1 month

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snippet time !!

thank you my loves @ecstarry @theicarusconstellation @ninety-two-bees @sommerregenjuniluft for tagging me <3

please accept this snippet of a twilight-inspired vampire jegulus one-shot i am cooking!!! it's meant to be fun and silly so don't take it too seriously.

James runs his hand up Regulus’ back to fist his hair, forcing his head back to look him in the eyes. “You’re a goddamn menace, sweetheart,” he whispers. “You love it,” Regulus replies, pressing pressing pressing, always some sort of game going on between them. James smirks, “I’d have to, sticking with you for what, six centuries now?” “Nearly seven.” Regulus blooms and blushes under James' gaze, so deliriously happy about seven full centuries being his. “Seven centuries. Damn. I’ve had my baby for seven whole centuries. You’re a miracle,” he whispers, using his grip on Regulus’ hair to bring their faces together, devouring Regulus in a kiss. He licks into his mouth and Regulus groans against him, sparks shooting across his skin, all the way down to his toes. His hands grip James’ shoulders hard enough to leave marks, red fingerprints smeared across skin. James completely commands the kiss, holding and moving Regulus every way he wants. Regulus is pliant against him but meets him for every push, matching every biting and bruising kiss with vigor.

the tags are going to be CONCERNING for this one !!!! regulus goes a bit crazy <3 this snippet is far more tame than the full fic. it's violent and unhinged, and there is mass murder. also, any snippets i share are subject to editing in the future.

no pressure tags to @sixlane @regscupid @theapocryphaofantares @lilacfiresoul @malchai and if anyone else wants to share a snippet, go ahead and tag me <3

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marauders-rarepair-fics · 14 days

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List of Prompts for May 2024 Marauders Rarepair Microfics

These microfics are no-commitment, no-pressure, daily prompts for those that want to have a crack at writing, want to spread some love to their rarepair (poly ships are cool too) favs, and those who enjoy writing microfics or following prompts! All rarepairs are welcome, no matter how whacky (with the exception of incest and pedophilia). Pick a prompt that inspires you to put your ships in a fun little situation and write away! Tag us and use the hashtag “#marauders rarepair microfic”.

Have fun with these prompts, get inspired to write, draw, make playlists, create mood boards, edits, collages, or anything involving your rarepairs to spread your love for them. NSFW is cool, but please make sure everything is tagged correctly and plenty of warning is provided.

Late submissions are A-okay. Feel free to interpret the prompts however you like, the theme is only there to aid if you’d like, and to make things a little more fun :)

Posting starts May 1st. Have fun creating, can’t wait to see whatever you all come up with!

Previous months prompt list + Rules, guidelines & FAQ's + AO3 collection information

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nothingtoseeherebyeexx · 1 year

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after my last alicissa fanart my head has birthed a whole medieval au. allow me to show you bc i need to share.

alice has been training to become a knight for years, and now that she’s 21 she has almost finished her training. as a “senior knight”, one of her duties is to keep watch on younger trainees, in her case, james and sirius (thank god she has frank, another soon-to-be knight, helping her). since they are roomates, only these three boys know that she’s actually not a man (women weren’t allowed in the knights bc medieval times yknow), and eventually they’ve become friends.

and as her friends, they deserve to know about the beautiful woman she’s met in the forbidden forest.

in the neighbouring kingdom, narcissa is aching. one of her sisters ran away from their family, and the other has been married off. her only company is her younger cousin, who’s still suffering his older brother’s disappearance, that left him alone and with the weight of being the future heir on his shoulders.

being her only family left, she tells him about her meeting with a charming woman in armour in the forbidden forest.

chaos ensues. drama starts. the good shi 👌

and there will be a part 2 where i explain what is sirius’ deal with this “bastard thief”

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A: companions, i think i’ve found the most beautiful damsel in the world <3

S: WHO?!

J: WHERE?!

F: this is new

A: i do not know her name, but merlin, that won’t stop me from meeting her again <3

J: WHERE??

A: forbidden forest, near the border

J: sirius, we’re going there tomorrow

S: i CANT i have that bastard thief to catch!

A: you’re not going anywhere, you’re too young

J: i’m only three years younger than you and frank!

A: and how old does that make you?

J: …almost 18!

A: almost old enough!

J: UGH!

N: oh regulus, i think i’ve found it

R: found what?

N: …the reason andy left

R: …

N: i could never do that, though. as royals, our fates were decided the day we were born- i guess i’ll just pretend, for a while

R: what are you doing here?

J: asked the suspicious, hooded fella before pulling out a dagger-

R: answer me. and stop squinting.

J: i’m not squint-

J: i’m looking for my mentor.

R: merlin, you’re blind! how did you become a knight?

J: im still a trainee?

R: i’ll stalk my cousin tomorrow. follow me.

J: …i fear i’ll get stabbed

R: not like you could see it coming

J: rude.

S: bastard thief…

Rem: they look nothing like us, i’m almost offended

M: my face is on a poster, that’s enough for me <3

#tell me if i need to explain further lol #this took so long to write ugh #alicissa #nobleflower #wolfstar #jegulus #alice fortescue #frank longbottom #james potter #sirius black #narcissa black #regulus black #remus lupin #marlene mckinnon #starchaser #sunseeker #making a tag #nothing’s medieval au

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mrsmikaelsxn · 11 months

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Birthday Girl

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pairing: james potter x female reader

warnings: fluff, kissing

summary: james planned a wonderful (and humorous) birthday morning for you

a/n: i'm actually so proud of this one and i love it sm, i hope you love it as much as i enjoyed writing it!

song: dancing queen - abba

James enters your dormitory and smiles when he sees you peacefully sleeping. He excited tiptoes to the bed before jumping on top of you.

You groan at the weight as you wake up and adjust to the light in the room. You rub your eyes with a lazy smile looking at your boyfriend.

He sits up and goes over to you. He kisses your forehead, "Happy," your left cheek, "birthday," your right cheek, "my," and finally your lips, "love!"

"Thank you, James," you comb your fingers through his hair and he rests his chin on your chest, looking at you with admiration in his eyes.

"I have got stuff planned all day for you," he says.

"Is that so?"

"Mhm, so get ready. And dress up!"

"If you say so," you bite your lip in excitement. James always makes things fun. You get out of bed and go into the bathroom while James 'reads' a book that was on your nightstand - he was just flipping pages and holding it upside down.

You wash your face, brush your teeth, and use a quick spell to wash and dry your hair in seconds. You do your makeup and put on some deodorant.

You step back into the room and James watches you as you pick a simple but gorgeous dress from your closet. You take off James' shirt which you slept in and pull it over your head with your back turned away from him.

You only had your underwear only since you didn't sleep with a bra. You glance back at him and see him playfully pouting at you. You roll your eyes with a laugh and finish getting dressed.

You turn around and do a pose, "How do I look?"

"Stunning as always," James stands up and goes over to you. He puts his hand on your waist and pulls you into a sweet kiss. He licks your lip for you to open but you pull back.

"Nope, you are gonna mess up my lipstick," you laugh looking at his mouth, "this color looks good on you," you grin as he blushes. You take your hand and slide your thumb on his mouth, wiping the bit of lipstick that got on him.

"Well, I think it's time to go," he said glancing at his watch.

James steps out first and as you follow you get squeezed in a tight hug.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" You are finally let go of and suck in a breath after being suffocated. You look and see Dorcas, Marlene, Lily, and Alice.

"Thank you, thank you," you do a dramatic bow and they giggle. Lily steps in front of you and puts a sash on you that says 'Birthday Girl'. Dorcas puts a tiara on your head, Marlene puts on a bunch of bead necklaces on you, and Alice gives you two gorgeous bouquets of flowers.

"Guys you are going to make me cry, you didn't have to do all of this!"

"Don't be silly!" Lily waves her hands.

"You're our best friend," Marlene puts her arm on your shoulder.

"And the sweetest person we know," Alice continues.

"Exactly! We love you," Dorcas smiles.

"Well, I love you all more," you step back into the room to place the flowers in a vase you got with your wand, then you go back to the four girls.

You hear a throat clear a few feet away from where you all are standing, "If you ladies are done, I believe it is time for breakfast," James says.

The girls share a look with giddy smiles and you furrow your eyebrows.

You are all outside the Great Hall now. James in front of you and the four girls behind you. James pushes the doors open and your jaw drops. Alice giggles as she records everything.

You are met with Peter and Sirius each on their own table on the two opposite sides of the Hall. Sirius in a tight glittery pink dress, Peter in a tight crop top and matching tight shorts. They have matching goofy grins.

James jogs over to one of the two middle tables and hops onto it. He takes off his shirt, revealing a purple bra and he mutters a spell that turned his pants into a tight skirt a couple of inches above his knee.

The students cheer as the lights turn off and colored light beams start moving around. Suddenly, a disco ball comes from the ceiling with Remus in a disco ball jumpsuit sitting on it. He spins as it reaches low enough for him to jump onto the table next to James.

"Oh my goodness," you blush.

James summons a microphone and speaks into it, "Happy birthday to my lovely girlfriend! The beautiful, stunning, breathtaking, lovely, angelic Y/n L/n!"

Your face burns even hotter as the students all look at you as cheer.

The song 'Dancing Queen' by a muggle group called ABBA starts playing.

You look at the staff table and see everyone with smiles on their faces - except McGonagall who was laughing into her hands.

James starts to sing as he dances along the table, "Ooh you can dance!"

"You can jive!" Peter continues.

"Having the time of your life!" Remus hops around on the table.

"Ooh, see that girl," Sirius winks at you, "Watch that scene!"

"Digging the dancing queen!" They all sing in sync. You smile brightly at them as they continue to sing the song.

James hopes off the table and heads towards you. You shake your head and back up. You bump into your friends and look at them, they just shrug with a smile and push you towards James.

He grabs your hand and pulls you onto the table with him. He twirls you as people whistle. The two of you dance and laugh as you have the best morning ever.

Once the song finishes James jumps off the table and holds his hand out for you. You take it and hop off, he gives your hand a quick kiss while the other three boys get down.

Sirius claps his hands and the tables to make room for a big square table in the middle.

Remus snaps his fingers and a huge dancing queen cake appears on the table. Peter whistles and sparkling candles fly onto the cake.

James counts down from three and everyone starts to sing happy birthday. Your cheeks turn red again, you never liked people singing happy birthday to you.

Once the song finishes and you blow out the candles, McGonagall clears her throat, surprisingly gaining most people's attention, "Let them eat cake!"

Suddenly, the cake is gone and everyone has a slice in front of them. James grabs the plate that is at his seat and takes some on his finger, then smudges it on your nose.

"Hey!" You grab your slice and take a small chunk, you throw it towards his face but he ducks and it smacks onto Sirius' hair, who was standing behind him.

"..."

The hall was silent as they glanced between you and Sirius.

"Ha... ha... you know, I- I think I left something in my room..." you say nervously, taking slow steps backwards. You turn around and try to rush out of the Hall, "See you later!"

"Where do you think you're going?!" Sirius chases after you, snatching his slice on the way. He catches up to you and wraps an arm around your waist to stop you. With the other arm, he smacks his whole slice onto your face and rubs it in.

He takes the plate off your face and steps back. You turn around and the boys grin, "Gotcha," he pats your shoulder. You wipe your mouth and eyes, then wipe your hands on your dress before remembering you have magic. You say a spell to get the cake off your face and dress.

James comes up with a good idea and sneaks around to some students, he grabs their cake and throws it across the hall at some other student. Laughs fill the room as everyone starts throwing their cake around in a food fight.

McGonagall glances at Dumbledore before using her wandless magic to make her cake slice fall onto his head.

His head slowly turns towards her, "Did you do this, Minerva?"

"I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about," she shrugs while holding back a smile.

As cake is being thrown, James goes to you and pulls you to him, kisses you as people wolf whistle around you. He rests his forehead against yours, "Happy birthday, sweetheart, I love you."

"I love you too, thank you for the best birthday," you whisper.

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florsial · 4 months

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Vampire James!! (And Cannibal Regulus)

He drops the body on the dark wooden floors of Grimmauld. Regulus sits before him. His grey eyes bore into James' bloody figure. A hand snaked around his thin, pale neck. Clasping as if to protect himself from James' bite. But there is a glint in his eyes. One James recognizes too well.

"The greater power passes judgment," James says, his voice soft and comforting. But a clear trick for a naive ear. But not Regulus, never Regulus, who came to understand the book that is James Potter.

"You...you passed judgment," Regulus whispers, his eyes dragging down to look upon the pale, dead body lying at his feet.

The body belonged to a man that Regulus knew faintly. A kind man that showed Regulus the ropes of the hospital. A man who convinced him out for a night of drinks. Who pulled him close-

Regulus purses his lip. James knows why.

"The little king makes a wish," James hums, stepping closer, "what a fool I'd be for denying it."

When he came home that night, he was in a sour mood. The man was too handsy and Regulus hated being touched by strangers, no matter how kind they might be. He spoke of this to James as an offhand comment. Only an offhand comment. He didn't think...

"James..." his eyes slowly move up, grey meeting dark brown, "I did not ask for this."

James stops right in front of where Regulus sits, he bends down, and their noses touch. A small smile spreads across the face as he reaches to where Regulus' hand wraps around his neck and coerces it away. Holding it gently when he presses the pale knuckles against his lips.

"I know you better than anyone, mi corazón," James says against the other's knuckles, "you don't have to act like this now." He presses another kiss.

It takes a moment, Regulus' eyes travel between James and the body lying limp. James watches the little confliction in his lover's eyes in amusement. Regulus fighting morals that they both know he grew up without? An easy defeat really.

"Help me prepare him for dinner," Regulus says finally, pulling away from James and getting up, walking towards the corpse.

James grins.

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risetherivermoon · 10 months

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Part 9 - Sock's Fame Au

Part 9: An Argument

Part 8.5 <- -> Part 10

tag list; @jamofsunshine @okaythisisbecomingaproblem @my-beloved-fandoms @p-prettyboyzz @mo0n-water @nothing2good @mr-messrpadfoot

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shootingthe-stars · 2 months

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hello! chapter 17 of nowhere man is out!! this one is pretty hefty (also the longest one yet) enjoy :)

#nowhere man #the marauders #marauders era #marauders #jily #wolfstar #marylily #hehe #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #lily evans #mary macdonald #dorcas meadowes #alice fortescue #marlene mckinnon #girlies carry this chapter #learning how to actually promote what i write help

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enbysiriusblack · 8 months

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Marlene sat on the stairs at James' house, surrounded by strangers chatting and drinking. One couple next to her were snogging, and kept almost falling into her. But Marlene remained, watching Dorcas from across the room.

It felt strange, seeing Dorcas Meadowes in the Potter's house. But Dorcas had strolled in, chatted to various people and was now standing with a beer in hand, laughing at something Sinistra had said.

Marlene's grip on her drink tightened, ans she felt an anger blossom.

A giggle suddenly came from next to her, and she turned to see a very drunk Peter beside her.

"You look sad", Peter pouted, the buttons on his shirt half undone.

"I'm not sad."

He laughed, "Well you look it", then held out a hand for her.

She took it, and suddenly he was running upstairs to one of the bathrooms. He winked before opening the door, revealing Lily and Remus sitting in the bathtub. Alice, Kingsley, and Xenophilius were sat on the floor. Books and ink surrounded them all.

"Welcome to our humble abode", Peter grinned, grabbing a blunt from Xenophilius and lighting it.

"Is this some sort of book and smoke club?"

Kingsley glanced up, "We're writing a short memoir."

Marlene glanced around the room, accepting the cigarette from Peter, "Why?"

Remus shrugged, his eyes still on the book in his hands, "Because Sirius wanted to do shots and we needed an excuse to escape that disaster."

"No, Remus", Lily kicked him, "Because we have meaningful things to say; our thoughts, our words, our lives are passing through time like insignificant specks, but literature is a short immortality. We may forget tonight, but what we write will live on."

She paused for a moment, and slowly frowned, "Okay. I'm too sober for this, I need a drink."

Lily hopped out of the bathtub, and headed downstairs.

Marlene sat down on the floor, "Meadowes is here."

Peter has climbed up to the window sill behind the sink and as he opened it, turned to her, "James invited them, said he likes their fervent attitude towards quidditch."

"You have a crush on Meadowes?" Alice asked, ripping a page out of Chaucer, which Remus was now trying to wrestle from her.

"Merlin, no", Marlene groaned, leaning her head against the cool, tiled wall, "I hate them."

Alice nodded, as if she understood, and leaned towards Kingsley in a whisper, "Just like my Narcissa."

Kingsley laughed, lighting another blunt.

Peter leaned out the window, glancing at the back garden, below, "Hey Marlene, Meadowes is out here."

Marlene shot to her feet, climbing over the sink to reach the window sill. She looked out into the dark garden, spotting Dorcas with Pandora.

"What are they doing?" Marlene narrowed her eyes, watching as the two sat together by one of the bushes.

"You seem like a stalker, Marlene", Kingsley commented.

"I am not. I'm just curious. Meadowes is literally standing right by the fence to my house, maybe they know I live there somehow."

Alice snorted, "You think they're breaking into your house? Pretty, wild accusation."

"Well, I don't know! That's why I'm trying to see!"

Lily opened the door, slamming it shut behind her, and pointed a finger at Remus, "I hate your boyfriend... Okay, I'm ready to write now."

She joined the three on the floor, Remus peering over the tub to watch them.

"Update", Marlene called out, "James is now with them. With a glass of water. I have no clue what's going on."

Peter squinted, sticking his head out the window, "I think Lovegood threw up."

"Oh."

"She did?" Xenophilius stood up, clammering up to the window, "Dora!" He yelled, "Are you okay?"

All three turned to the bathroom window.

Pandora held her thumbs up, and waved.

James yelled back, "What are you doing up there?"

"We're writing!"

He frowned, "At a party?"

Dorcas was staring at Marlene, a small smirk on their face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Marlene shouted to them.

Dorcas' smirk grew, "Were you watching me?"

"No!" Marlene answered, quickly, her cheeks growing red.

Peter turned to her, "Well, you were."

#just watched kill your darlings for the millionth time because allen ginsberg is one of my favourite poets ever <3 #anyway. felt like writing a party. and james would have A LOT of parties at his in the summer holidays #marauders era #marauders #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #dorlene #peter pettigrew #james potter #lily evans #remus lupin #alice fortescue #kingsley shacklebolt #xenophilius lovegood

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envihellbender · 7 months

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What do the archive staff do for Halloween?

Martin adores Halloween, it’s his favourite holiday. He is responsible for all of the decorations of the Archive. He orders it all out of his own pocket and even makes some of it. He insists everyone has a Halloween party and comes to work in a costume. His choice is No Face, Kylo Ren, or Bruno Madrigal.

Tim grumbles to begin with but loves Halloween just as much as Martin. He goes as Ken from the Barbie movie, Link from Legend of Zelda, or David from the Lost Boys. He makes all of them a little bit racy and sexy as well as camp and fun.

John either dresses as Dracula, Victor Frankenstein, or he wears his regular clothes (he legitimately forgot) and says he is dressed as a serial killer. When Martin points out he’s wearing his regular clothes Johns says “that’s the point, serial killers hide in plain sight it could be anyone.”

Martin had insisted his, John, and Tim’s house is decorated, they have bowls of sweets for trick or treaters, and they get lots of nice snacks for a night of horror movies. Tim drags his feet at first but quickly gets extremely into the spirit of things, John grumbles about nearly all of it but is delighted to spend a night watching horror films. Tim and Martin both jump to their feet to answer the door, happily entertaining the kids in their costumes and dishing out sweets. John is partially annoyed the films are paused but watches the display fondly.

Sasha comes dressed as Rey from Star Wars, Harley Quinn, or Daria. She never really celebrated Halloween before but loves costumes so gets right into the spirit of things. She makes Martin cry when she says her parents never let her go trick or treating. She would forget if a Martin hadn’t said anything so spends the evening as she always would, panicking when she sees the kids on her way home and runs out to the shop to get a bag of sweets.

Basira actually thinks the whole thing is stupid and gets really annoyed about Halloween from her time as a cop where she dealt with irritating students who partied too hard, and by the fifth arrest the costumes got a little old. However she sighs, and plays along, putting a quick costume together the morning of. Typical stuff you can get at Tescos like a vampire, a ghost, or a cat.

Melanie gets really into it. She plans a romantic horror movie night for her and Georgie weeks in advance and helped Martin with decorations for the Archive. She either dresses as Percy Jackson, Coraline, or Death from the Sandman.

Daisy feels very similarly as Basira, but refuses to dress up and everyone is too scared to say anything.

Michael finds everything to do with Halloween fun, cute, and wildly entertaining. He makes some of his own decorations, carves a pumpkin, gets lots of sweets for the local kids, and has a cosy night in watching horror films with Gerry. He doesn’t get to dress up, but if he could he’d be a zombie, the Cat in the Hat, or a pirate.

Gertrude banned Halloween from being celebrated in the archive.

Elias ignores everything about Halloween but comes in such a horrifying demon costume no one is sure if it’s a costume or just his real face and body.

#the Magnus archives #Halloween headcanons #envi writes #John sims #Martin Blackwood #Tim stoker #Sasha James #Basira Hussain #Melanie king #alice daisy tonner #Michael Shelley #Gertrude Robinson #Elias Bouchard

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amethystunarmed · 2 months

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Reconnection

Word Count: 1613 AO3 Link “Well, well, well, this is a blast from the past, now isn’t it? Love hearing your voices through dime store speakers again. What was the phrase he used?” She emphasizes he, like they should know exactly who she is referring to. “Gives it a sort of... lo-fi charm?” And, for the first time since Sam has joined the OIAR, Chester’s voice stops of its own accord, midway through a statement. ~~~ Sam watches his computer have a mental breakdown. (The original Archives Cast are the Avatars in the Protocol Universe.)

It’s in the middle of a talker, of course, when everything goes to shit.

It had been a normal day. Alice is humming over her coffee. Gwen is grinding her teeth as she tries to ignore it (probably the reason Alice has been humming for over a goddamn hour). Colin was off somewhere, probably ripping more wires out of the damn walls. Lena hasn’t spoken to Sam since their impromptu meeting, and Sam is pretty sure he is better off for it. Sam himself is doing his best to ignore the current statement like Alice advised (he’s failing), while Chester prattles on about a man reading subway goers their violent deaths hours before they happen.

Like he said, normal.

It’s then that a woman walks out of a door Sam has never really given much thought to. He isn't really sure where it even goes. (Has it always been there?) But the thought leaves him as he becomes much more focused on the woman in front of him.

The woman is mousy, bookish, and larger than life. She wears her hair in a high ponytail, frizzy curls spiraling out in wild waves. Sparkling horned rimmed glasses adorn her face, and she wears a brightly colored sweater over an even brighter skirt. It is floor length, and covered in trippy neon spirals that Sam can’t help but stare into. And her hands... Her hands...

“Who the fuck are you?” Alice shouts, and Sam suddenly remembers just where he is. What is happening?

“Ma’am, you can’t be-” Gwen says, hard steel in her voice, but she falters. There’s something like recognition, like horror, dawning on her face. The woman ignores her, eyes locked on Sam’s computer.

“Well, well, well, this is a blast from the past, now isn’t it? Love hearing your voices through dime store speakers again. What was the phrase he used?” She emphasizes he, like they should know exactly who she is referring to. “Gives it a sort of... lo-fi charm?”

And, for the first time since Sam has joined the OIAR, Chester’s voice stops of its own accord, midway through a statement. “What on Earth...” Sam whispers, but no one seems to be listening.

“You...” Gwen actually stutters, sounding more unsteady than Sam has ever heard her. “You’re the woman from the cafe!”

“Yes, good eye , Gwendolyn,” the woman cheers, clapping her hands together. “Though I suppose I shouldn’t expect anything less from a Bouchard.” Gwen stares at her, face rapidly paling.

“I thought I was imagining...” She swallows, looking like she may faint. “You were following me...”

“I figured it would be a fun little remix!” the woman exclaims, gleefully. “I do so love to put my own twist on a classic.” She holds out her long, distorted hand. Her fingers bend and retract in the fluorescent lights, and Sam can’t see where one begins and another ends. “I’m Sasha, by the way.”

The red light on Sam’s webcam blinks on. Sasha squeals with delight and pushes past him. The brush of her skirt against him burns like TV static. He yelps and pushes his rolling chair back on instinct, sliding across the office. Hands grab the back of his chair, and he knows it's Alice steadying him, pulling him away.

Sasha doesn't bother looking at him, eyes locked on the webcam with vicious delight. She does a little spin, skirt twirling in kaleidoscopic patterns that make Sam feel ill.

“What do you think? I'm a bit different from before, but it's not like you can tell the difference!”

Sam’s computer makes a high pitched grinding sound that sounds almost like a wail.

“Cool your processors!” She giggles. “I'm sure you don't need my whole sob story, how I came to be what I am. I ended up just... filling a void. No Michael this time, with no Institute to send him to his doom, and no need to grab Helen to play your friend. But poor Sasha James can't help but stick her nose in places it doesn't belong, and well, we figured you would show up eventually.” She lights up, as if remembering something fondly. “I made Head Archivist at the university, before I died this go around!” Her smile curls through her cheeks. “We both know I deserved it, after losing out last time.”

The computer stutters out beeps, almost an inquisitive dial up tone.

“Of course I remember you!” Sasha cheers, “It makes no sense, and that is kind of the whole deal, isn't it?” She chuckles, and it sounds like squealing spiraling fireworks. “I am so excited you finally arrived. Wait until I tell Timmy about this!”

Sam’s computer clicks and whistles. He can hear the gears grinding.

“He won’t get the joke, of course,” Sasha continues, prattling on like Sam’s computer isn’t making sounds out of an eldritch horror. “But he’ll appreciate the irony once I explain.”

The computer wheezes, like it is taking deep, gulping breaths.

“What, did you think since the Magnus Institute doesn’t exist, it was all sunshine and roses?” Sasha clucks her tongue, “We still had encounters, we just had nowhere to go.” She grins. “I'll have to let all our friends know!”

“Chester has human friends?” Alice nearly shrieks from her hiding spot behind Sam’s chair. “Chester from the ‘puter?”

Sasha tilts her head, back and forth, mulling it over. “Well, human may be a bit of a stretch.”

“F-friends? Plural?” Sam says, fearing what he already knows to be the answer. “There's more of you?”

“Oodles more!” Sasha assures him, head bobbing like a freshly oiled doll. “Basira's a drag, takes ages to get her out of the dark and Daisy is a chore to hunt down! But I'm sure Melanie and Georgie are around. What a power couple, the Slaughter and the End? One to kill and one to collect? Almost rivals the synergy of the Spiral and the Stranger!” She taps her long, long fingers against her chin. “Though, I suppose I may be biased.”

With each name, Sam's computer whirs louder and louder. He swears he hears something inside snap, and a smell like burnt rubber wafts through the room, but it never quiets.

“And of course...” Something changes in her voice then. It's just as light and bubbly as it was before, but there's an edge to it now, like an iridescent butterfly knife. “Jon and Martin should know, too. Shouldn't they, Chester?”

She says the name like it's a joke. The computer whistles like a tea kettle.

“Martin's in a fog most days and we'll have to untangle poor Jon from his webs, but I'll think they'll make an exception. Particularly since it gives them an excuse to see each other.”

The computer stops for a moment, and makes an error sound, like what Sasha just said couldn’t compute.

“Always so convinced you are the center of the narrative, aren’t you?” Sasha scolds. “It's funny, isn't it? Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood, happy together at last. And all they had to do was die.” She peers down her horned rimmed glasses with surprising disdain. “Not that you would know. You still managed to fuck it up.”

Sam didn't know a computer could make a sound so similar to a sob.

“Of course, I could be lying,” Sasha says, shrugging. “You'd know all about that.” The thing’s voice dips, and swirls with a hatred that makes the back of Sam’s neck prickle. “You were so very quick to jump to conclusions, back in the day. So suspicious of everyone but the singular entity that deserved it.”

The computer (the thing in the computer?) makes a low, regretful groan.

“Maybe none of this is true, maybe you didn't doom them all. Again.” She hums a dizzying melody as she thinks. “But... we both know better than that, don't we?”

There is a pause, a moment of stillness. Sam doesn't breathe, doesn't know if he could if he tried.

Then Sasha's perfect peppy persona snaps back in place. “Well, toodles! I have places to go, people to eat. Try not to cut yourself on all those angles, Chester.”

And she skips out the door, which promptly vanishes behind her.

(Sam’s desktop tower shudders, and jerks like it was shoved.)

Sam curses.

(The tan plastic cracks along the edges, and bulges.)

“Should we smash it?” Alice asks.

(The flat panels distend and warp with rippling force.)

“I... I...”

(Like something is pushing outward.)

“Great, she broke Gwen.” Alice’s voice is high-pitched and frantic. “Sam, please tell me you have a plan?”

(Like it is trying to hatch .)

Sam has no fucking idea what to do.

Before he can say as much, there is another error noise, and blue and white text flashes across the monitor.

“Did it...” Sam is almost afraid to say it, like he’ll jinx it. “Did it crash?”

As if answering his question, the monitor goes complete dark, then lights up with the Windows logo.

Alice, Sam, and Gwen watch in silence as it boots up, unaffected by the dents and distortions in its casing. They stare at it, in rigid stillness, like it will reach out and bite. At this point, Sam wouldn’t be surprised if it did. The start up tone dings, and Sam jumps so hard he nearly falls out of the chair.

And then Chester's voice picks back up, right where it left off, what feels like a lifetime ago. With the strange door gone and Chester back to normal, it’s almost as though nothing has changed.

(But it has. It has it has it has it has-)

“So,” Alice says, voice shaking, “Anyone want to go for a pint?”

#the magnus protocol #the magnus archives #sasha james #jonathan sims #alice dyer #samama khalid #gwendolyn bouchard #tmagp #tma #the distortion #the spiral #body horror #my writing #my fanfic #timsasha #jonmartin #fun fact: this was written before the last episode #I predicted the future and am feeling so normal about it

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this is how a girl becomes holy

Summary: She’s five-and-ten when Viserys Targaryen takes her to wife and declares her Queen of the Seven Kingdoms; not yet a year past the death of his first. She’s six-and-ten when she becomes a mother. Somehow the latter feels more daunting.

Characters: Young Alicent Hightower, baby Aegon II Targaryen, Viserys I Targaryen, Otto Hightower.

Warnings: Implied/Referenced death in childbirth, implied marital rape, childbirth, underage pregnancy. All canon-typical, unfortunately.

inspired by this post and this post !! title/quote from prelude by brynne rebele-henry. read on ao3!

She’s five-and-ten when Viserys Targaryen takes her to wife and declares her Queen of the Seven Kingdoms; not yet a year past the death of his first. She’s six-and-ten when she becomes a mother. Somehow the latter feels more daunting.

Alicent is lying in the same bed Aemma Arryn perished in when she bears her first, and all she can think about is the scent of her blood, still clinging to the sheets, and the sad mewling of Baelon Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne, as he died in his crib. Her handmaidens and nurses surround her, flitting around the bedside like pigeons, fixing pillows and wiping sweat from her brow and neck. They try to hide it, but Alicent sees their nervous glances, hears the soft quiver in their voices as they urge her along, and feels the shake of their hands as they clutch her own. She thinks she catches the glint of silver protruding from the Grand Maester’s pocket as he stands between her legs.

Stillborn. Deformed. Dead in the cradle. Which of these fates will her babe share with their half-siblings? Or will Alicent finally be the one to bear the burden of a son? The pregnancy hasn’t been easy, it wouldn’t be, for a girl her age, but no harder than poor Aemma’s; perhaps she’s only some part in the gods’ cruel plan to punish Viserys, and she’ll die the same way as the woman she stole her crown and husband from.

When the pain becomes its worst, and she fears she’ll be split in two, she prays to the Stranger it isn’t so. She prays to the Mother for mercy, and wishes her own was there to comfort her; she prays to the Father for strength, while her own stands outside the chamber doors with the king, awaiting the birth of the grandson he hopes to put on the throne.

Would he do the same to me as Viserys did to Aemma? The thought shoots through Alicent’s mind as the muscles in her belly pulse and shriek. Ser Otto Hightower, servant of the Realm first, father second. Guilt mingles with pain and the question is gone, replaced by a quick prayer for forgiveness. Of course he would. It is his duty.

It would be her duty. Alicent, too, is a servant to the Realm. Her body is no longer her own, her wants and wishes must now be for the good of the kingdom, and her joy belongs to her son — the one pulled from her womb after hours of fear and suffering. He takes his first breath, and his screams overtake her own. The maester proclaims him male, and before Alicent can even lay her eyes upon her child, Viserys is in the room, flanked by her father.

The Grand Maester wraps him in cloth and passes the bundle to Viserys, congratulating him, murmuring that he’s hale and healthy and that the Seven Kingdoms have a new prince. Alicent smiles, because that’s what she’s supposed to do; no one spares her a glance. Some part of her is thankful they won’t see that it doesn’t reach her eyes.

Aegon, her husband, the king, declares his firstborn son. He looks to Alicent for approval, and she gives a nod; her son’s name has never been hers to decide. Viserys looks back down at Aegon, and his smile falters. The object of his desire after fifteen years of yearning; the prize of his patience and consolation for the murder of his first wife.

He places his son back in the arms of the maester, and leaves. Alicent’s father squeezes her shoulder. Well done. A shaky anger rises in her throat, but she doesn’t know who or what she’s angry at: her husband, her father, or her son?

Thank you, she murmurs back, in the voice of the queen, not of Lady Alicent.

They wash Aegon of every trace of her own flesh before giving him to her to hold for the first time. By then, the room has cleared, save for the lingering nurses who fuss over the queen and her prince, fetching fresh linens and milk of the poppy.

Wide, violet eyes stare up at Alicent’s brown ones; tufts of silver-blond hair peek out from beneath his shroud. A stranger’s babe with a conqueror's name. Her son does not belong to her, either.

#house of the dragon #alicent hightower #aegon ii targaryen #viserys targaryen #otto hightower #character study #james writes

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