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Modern AU Suguru whose guilty-non-guilty pleasure idea of fun is to make people fall in love with him (just because he can) meets you, the new transfer, at the office and instantly decides you’re his next target.
He’s befriends you right off the bat. Seeks you out between breaks for a quick chat. Tries to get to know you more. Invites you out for an occasional drink that turns into full blown dinners and walks home. He gifts you little trinkets he finds reminding him of you— hold on. Wait a minute, Suguru’s world screeches to a halt with utmost urgency. Since when did he start to look forward to texting you first thing in the morning? Since when did he carve out a routine to see you outside of work at least once a week? Since when did he anticipate to see your smile, hear your laughter? Since when did his thoughts start to run circles around you every night before he sleeps? Since when did he start planning to have you meet his two disaster best friends? Since when, since when, since when—
Geto goes through a ‘minor’ crisis realising that he ended up falling in love with you instead of the intended other way ‘round. Gojo cackles so hard his sunglasses slips off his face, boisterous laughter only amplified by Ieiri’s, “I told you, dumbass.”, but the dark-haired man is still in denial nonetheless.
“There’s no way, Shoko—”, because where did he falter? When did he slip up? It’s not even his first rodeo, so why did this happen?? “—and shut up, Satoru!”
“And there’s no way his hair isn’t white.”, unimpressed and utterly over Geto’s shit, Ieiri blows a cloud of smoke into his face, strangely annoyed and sympathetic. Okay, maybe not that strangely. Maybe it’s her conscience kicking in because you’re actually a great friend to her and she’d hate to see you gone because of the man bun wearing block-head. “Get your shit together before it’s too late, Suguru.”
And maybe Geto should. Yeah. No. He definitely should. Like hell is he losing you to some lame baker who makes stale pastries 3 blocks down from your home (it’s not stale, he’s just jealous) or to that desperate creep from the company next door (they’re actually just an extrovert, he’s just jealous), and especially not to Fushiguro fucking Toji of all damn people (that’s a married and devoted man to his wife, he’s just jealous). So yeah, Suguru’s going to get his shit together alright.
#modern au suguru because I CAN AND I WILL#geto x you#geto x reader#geto x y/n#suguru geto#geto suguru x reader#geto suguru#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu geto#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu sorcerer#jjk#I REFUSE to do any sort of canon compliance or timeline for jjk#ESPECIALLY FOR GETO#low-key jerk suguru bc I have a horrible thing for jerk men who turns soft & sweet for the one they fall for#he going through a crisis but that’s ok he’s just being dramatic#as usual yk <3#jjk.fics
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Goofs and gaffs in the chat about mer Jean and Kevin seeing sunshine pirate/fisher/general beach enjoyer Jeremy and immediately deciding they need to somehow get his attention
#I wasnt gonna post this but then I decided#why not I post non-canon compliance all the time#and I am HERE for playing in the sandbox of these aus#this was like. a first draft of Kevin’s design#I have since changed it#but you saw that I think#rip Jeremy considering jean is still like 12 ft but that does include tentacles#twice Jeremy’s height#fan art#my art#aftg#all for the game#kevin day#jean moreau#kefin#squean#mer au#chibi#digital
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Ectober 2022
12. Way of Life & Cause of Death
I am recycling a comic I originally planned for Dannymay since it actually fits even better for these prompts.
Maddie is testing Danny's blood and confirms her suspicions that it's not blood it's just ectoplasm. I hope it's clear what Maddie is getting at. She doesn't think half ghosts could exist. And if half ghosts don't exist that would mean that Danny is dead. A lot of ghosts can look human. Part of Maddie doesn't want to be proven right. She doesn't even dare to put her hypothesis in words but she can't stop herself before she knows.
#danny phantom#maddie fenton#ectoberhaunt22#ectober#EH order#EH chaos#day 12#way of life#cause of death#full ghost au#(I meant this as an au where Danny is full ghost but in full denial)#(an AU)#(so please don't argue about canon compliance in the notes since this was never meant as such)#comic
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mistystar n who
I think fratboy Podlight who sends his powerful grandmother stupid texts is a VERY funny concept.
"My dad didn't love me because he could never move on from the lover he had in his 20s. My sister is up to no good. I party hard at Aftergatherings about it, are you rockin' with me?"
He is 38 cat-years-old.
#BB!Podlight#Aftergatherings#Better bones au#Fennelposting#There's a secret AU of the AU where everything is exactly the same but the cats have the ability to text tbh#I do occasionally just for fun imagine what their phones would be like for no particular reason#Misty is the sort of old person you think you'll have to teach how to use an app#But the moment never comes and you find out she actually has a whole ass burner phone and even refuses to upgrade to--#--a more modern model because she doesn't trust a device she can't take the battery out of#And your blood goes cold for a moment because like... Gamgam?? Silly funny gamgam with the long speeches at gatherings???#When pressed she's just like ''once you give a secret to the world you can never take it back. Knowledge is power and power is a weapon.''#It's fun. I wish I had a way to translate half of these fun phone thought experiments into canon compliance lmao#Btw just as an aside. If this ever DID become an original project it would probably take some inspiration from like...#I really love the new Zelda games' magitech take on an apocalypse. VERY cool idea.#Months ago I had a passing thought of Fallen causing such an apocalypse and entertained it for fun for a while.#Put it down ofc because I like the project in its current form#But it was a fun thought.
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"Maedhros wondered how long it would take for a spider to eat a Vala."
(AKA i am writing a very goofy Silm AU and this line is Very Good out of context)
maybe more context if i finish the thing, idk stay tuned for that if it happens lol
#the silmarillion#tolkien#possible silm fic oh my eru#writey#for now it is called the “angry rescue au” in my head#but the actual doc is something along the lines of “no canon compliance no prewriting just insanity”#tis for nothing but the LOLS your honor#oops i forgot#maedhros
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What’s a fic trope, plot bunny, or character variation that you want someone to write for Rumbelle, but no one ever has?
okay I've been sitting on this for a while bc as soon as I saw this question, I completely forgot what rumbelle fics I wanted to read haha but now I think I have my answers:
Adventurer Belle continues to travel with Mulan and Philip as they try to find Aurora. Belle and Rumple keep on almost crossing paths until they finally bump into each other in some way? Idk I just want more of Belle having adventures with Mulan and Philip, and Rumple eventually seeing her in that outfit haha
Gold and amnesiac!Belle from the beginning of the Lacey episode get to know each other and fall in love all over again. There is that line about them helping each other and that soft look between them that I would really love to see explored
On the flip side, Lacey and Gold terrorize the town after the Lacey episode. I know that there are lots of Golden Lace fics but I don't think there are any of Golden Lace getting up to shenanigans around town. I am specifically thinking about that scene of them threatening Whale. Just more of them getting drunk, having lots of sex in the pawnshop, and terrorizing the town. Added bonus if there is exploration of Lacey's line of "Could you keep me young?...Cause then we can be together forever." Like what if Gold actually did that?? And what would be the consequences??? Though I guess that could be its own fic haha
Detectives AU - I just really want to read a fic about Belle and Ariel having their own detective agency and then Rumple is either a client or a rival detective that they have to work together with on a case
Thanks for the ask! It was really fun to revisit fic ideas that I've had in my mind for a while (but momentarily forgot about haha). If there are any fics like these or if anyone writes one, please let me know! I would love to read them :)
#there are times where I wish I was a writer#but alas I am not#so these ideas just live in my head haha#what is really funny is that I am more of an AU person#usually avoid reading canon compliance or divergence#so I find it quite amusing that three of the main fics that I would love to read are canon divergence haha#rumbelle#rumbelle fic ideas#golden lace#thanks for the ask!#jackabelle73#answering asks in the palace
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Fic Writing Review 2023
Thank you for the tag, @aspionagee! This was interesting to do :))
STATS:
Total Word Count: 576,753
Total Fics: 7 (3 posted this year)
WIPs remaining: 1
All for the Harry Potter fandom
TOP FICS BY KUDOS:
Honey Honey
Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy
The Funny Tricks of Time
Seven Dials (Pointing At You)
Footnotes
UPCOMING 2024:
Complete + redraft Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy
Edit The Funny Tricks of Time
Finish The Subtle Art of Sinking Ships (Wolfstar Pirate AU)
Post 4th instalment of Annual Halloween One-Shots
No pressure tags: @residentrookie @arakhnee @pretentiouswreckingball @ulouism - feel free to change this format however you like <33
#this is gonna be my year of WOLFSTAR get ready guys#both wacky aus and painful canon compliance galore#maybe a sprinkle of drarry depending on how much I procrastinate#technically wrote most of honey honey in 2022 but finished it 2023 so ao3 stats have put it there :/#fanfic wrapped#harry potter#marauders#ao3#fic wips and updates
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In the galidraan au, omega is a clone of arla fett. I don’t know if it will come up at all or have any plot relevance, but it does shape my worldbuilding just a bit.
#chit chat#galidraan au#putting this in the galidraan au is made more difficult by the fact that none of the time travelers know anything about arla fett#lmao#rex knows omega purely out of blond clone solidarity and that's IT#sometimes i want to write like. current time oneshots. just to explain everything.#dooku nabbed arla fett at one point just to ensure compliance from jango#but jango was so onboard with the kill the jedi plot that he didn't end up needing her#so he erased her memory of him and sent her back to the facility#where she stayed until canon events#and palpatine kept an eye on her just in case they needed her again#there’s like a whole vague backstory i have about palpatine’s involvement in arla’s arrest and later her confinement at the valorum center#but i need to do a lot more research into mental health care before i could ever put it in a fic#and there is such a high likelihood of me never using it that i simply have not gotten around to it yet#psychiatric confinement tw#mental hospital tw#not precisely but if u know her backstory you know what I’m talking about
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forgot to send an ask yesterday i think but i'm always here for more steve henderson au!!
dgkdyjsjg don't worry about it dude you're always so supportive 😭💕 i appreciate the asks as much as you can do
but yea, this snippet is from the chapter where Steve and Dustin finally meet for the first time!! they're driving from Steve's to Dustin's house and transitions into a recount of the scene in the car from canon
Steve set the nail-bat in the trunk before getting in and putting in the tape, playing from where he left off and turning to Dustin.
“Okay so.. your house?”
“Yeah, it's by the school. I'll give you directions when we get close.”
He nodded and pulled back out onto the road.
“Also, just to warn you, D’art is kinda… aggressive. And he looks pretty scary, but he was really cute and sweet when he was tiny so I don’t know why he’s so mean now but-” he cut himself off.
Steve raised an eyebrow.
“But?” he prompted. Dustin took a breath.
“It might be because he’s hungry.”
What the fuck.
There was silence for a moment as he tried to process what Dustin was implying.
“Wait a sec, how big is he??”
“First he was like that,” he said, showing size with his pointer finger and thumb, “Now he’s like this.” He held up both hands a good foot and a half apart. That was hard to believe.
#dustin henderson#steve harrington#stranger things#steve and dustin#steve stranger things#dustin stranger things#dustin and steve#our boys fighting monsters in dustins backyard#i love love love writing these two#sometimes i get carried away and have to cut back on ths absolute vibes these guys have because canon compliance#bur once we diverge its over guys im going crazy#also idk if this bugs people but im team 'replicate canon scenes that show up with just as much attention as the rest of the fic'#just skipping whole events because we should remember doesn't work but i actually don't remember dykdjydhkdkhd adhd y'know 🤙#devon's steve henderson au#steve henderson au rambles#wip wednesday#forgot to tag the og post that oops#its ok not many people actually saw it anyway#also fun fact the steve and Dustin scenes go from daylight to night from the one at nancys house to the car#which meta reason is because in film you either film in day or night because specific times are so much harder to film fast enough#but in universe that means steve and Dustin killed enough time between first meeting and driving to dustins for the sun to set#so i have them drop by steves to grab the nailbat 💃 and then tweaked some canon dialogue to be slightly more familiar
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If you're still doing SClass prompts, I'd love if you continued the one where Yoojin is an overnight convenient store clerk beloved by high-ranking Hunters for his no-fear attitude.
[continuation of this post]
Yoojin really has no idea how Soyoung manages to have this much energy at four in the morning.
“Hey hey, Mr. Yoojin-ssi, what snacks do you recommend?” she chirps, peering intensely at the available selection in the snack aisle.
“Don’t you usually have something in mind already when you come here?” he replies. He rubs his eyes tiredly and winces at the burn in them. He hadn't managed to get much sleep the previous night, and now he’s paying for it.
Soyoung shrugs and pokes at a bag of chips. “Yeah, but I only ever crave food that I’ve had before. I want to try something new!”
“That’s right, Kang Soyoung-nim is from Britain, isn’t she?” Yoojin props his chin up on his hand and hums consideringly. “Are you looking for something more salty or sweet right now?”
“Anything that Mr. Yoojin-ssi would recommend!”
Yoojin sighs. That narrows things down. “Choco pie is popular,” he says, pointing at a red box of the chocolate-covered cakes.
“I’ve had those already,” Soyoung pouts. “I do like them, though.”
“What about custard cakes?”
“Oh, I haven’t tried those yet!” Soyoung grabs a box of the snacks and clutches it to her chest. “Anything else?”
Yoojin stares at her. “Isn’t that enough?” He already knows Soyoung is planning on scarfing down the whole box as soon as she steps out of the convenience store. She might not even wait until she’s out the doors.
“Mr. Yoojin-ssi,” Soyoung chides, “I’m a growing girl! I can never have enough snacks.” Yoojin distinctly remembers Yoohyun using a similar excuse in the past.
“If you want something saltier, you can try honey butter chips,” he says, pointing further down the aisle. Soyoung is actually lucky that she’s in so early for once—the chips sell out pretty quickly.
Soyoung shuffles over to where Yoojin had pointed, but she stares down at the bag dubiously. “I do like honey,” she says hesitantly, like she’s trying to convince herself. “And I like butter…” Maybe they don’t have honey butter flavored chips in Britain.
Yoojin sighs again and gestures for Soyoung to bring the bag of chips to him. “Here,” he says, scanning the bag and swiping his own card. “If you don’t like it, you can just give the rest back to me, okay?”
He flinches when he sees the glistening tears in her eyes. “Mr. Yoojin-ssi is so generous,” she sniffs, dabbing at her eyes delicately. It’s so dramatic that Yoojin has to resist the urge to laugh at the display. “Are you sure? I can just pay for it myself, really.”
“Just eat your chips,” he says, pushing the bag back across the counter at her and trading it for the box of custard cakes that she’s still holding on to. He scans it while she opens the bag and watches with amusement as she attempts to juggle a chip in one hand and get her card out with the other.
Once she finally manages to pay for her snacks, she pops the chip in her mouth and chews cautiously. “Huh,” she says, making a face. “It’s sweet.”
“It’s honey butter flavored,” Yoojin points out.
“Yeah, but I still wasn’t expecting this. I’ve only ever had salty chips before.” She pauses thoughtfully before reaching for another chip. “I guess it’s not that bad.”
Yoojin snorts but pushes the rest of the bag towards her. “Enjoy your catch for today, Kang Soyoung-nim.”
Soyoung frowns at him petulantly even while gathering her spoils for that morning. “C’mon, Mr. Yoojin-ssi, you don’t have to be so formal with me, y’know!”
“You call me ‘Mr. Yoojin-ssi’,” he points out reasonably, though he stumbles over the foreign form of address with his fading memories of his meager English education.
“So I’ll call you oppa, and then you can call me Soyoung-ah!” Yoojin politely refrains from pointing out that snatches of conversation at too-early hours of the morning aren’t really a foundation for building a close relationship. “C’mon, oppa,” she says pleadingly, leaning closer with her overly dramatic puppy eyes. “Even the guild master only calls me Miss Soyoung and he’s probably the person that I’m closest with outside of Evelyn and I just speak English with Evelyn.”
Yoojin’s not quite sure what to make of that word jumble, but he still feels a pang of echoed loneliness at the idea that this bright young girl’s closest friends are two of her guild members and a tired man at a convenience store.
“Fine… Soyoung-ah,” he mutters, and can’t help his smile when Soyoung pumps her fist with an unsubtle ‘yes!’
“Thanks, oppa! I’ll see you next time!” And then she bounds out of the store.
Yoojin keeps his composure for the next ten seconds, just long enough to make sure that no other customers are going to come in right away, before succumbing to exhaustion and laying his head down on his folded arms.
God, kids are so tiring.
#lunaryugamine#sina writes#sctir#s classes that i raised#fanfiction#convenience store au#i was originally going to write this abt pre-reg yerim before I remembered that the timeline wouldn’t match up#curse my dedication to canon compliance#i can’t remember how shj usually refers to ksy but by imperial author decree it’s now miss soyoung#canon hyj watching this yj become exhausted after interacting w one (1) a-rank hunter: 🤡
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I haven't kept up with Don't Starve lore in like two years what on earth is happening
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Ummmmmm things are happening in my brain again........
#really sappy things......#in my anton dad au. anton adopted amy years before he met jazz. there's two main reasons for this#1) canon compliance that I like also turning into silly lore and 2) I don't have any interest in raising a really young kid#I'm not changing that bc the idea of actually having/raising a baby with him makes me so uncomfortable I don't even like typing it out#however. the idea of him Wanting a kid with jazz (outside of that au‚ when they don't have amy) makes me so goddamn mushy sometimes#he wants to be a dad and he wants to raise a kid with jazz bc he loves him so much and wants them to have a family and... aouuuuu 🥺😭🥺😭#but I will not be doing this bc I'm more comfortable with my fankid au as it stands Now. amy was around Before jazz#but The Thought. it does things to me.#thinking about him really wanting a kid and then getting all giddy when he finally has one... it's so cute... so sweet...#but only in one-off daydreams. bc making him want a kid in our main (i.e. non-au) ship when he's NOT going to get one sucks and is annoying#it's so sweet though. him having a conversation with jazz where he tells him he wants to be a dad and wants jazz to be part of that....#lays on the floooorrrrrr#roz posts#♡: 🔨🎰🥃#s: it's happy hour
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Just started reading your au and it’s like you’ve extracted everything I adore about Sophie Foster and dumped it on the page. 100/10 will cry again.
Also, this may seem like a strange compliment, but I really like your adherence to canon?? Like obviously it diverges in a big way, but the main themes, the character dynamics, the politics, the worldbuilding - it’s all there. It really feels like you understand Shannon’s world and considering fandom’s tendency to blatantly ignore canon it makes me happy.
Overall very good so far very good writing thank you
Oh my gosh hello! I saw your comment on ao3, just haven't responded to it yet, but I'm so pleased to hear you're enjoying it :)
If I make you cry/emotional please do let me know what it was I love to look back at the au and talk about it and see what got to people. Sometimes people will tell me lines they particularly enjoyed and it always makes my day
And not a strange compliment at all! It's something I did intentionally, as I happen to prefer canon-compliance. Fics that do what they want can be fun, but i'm here in the fandom because I enjoyed the source material we all read, so I like to stick with it. Of course, the wings au does take a big turn, but everything was built off of what Shannon gave us and is actually plausible in canon based on the rules and set up she provided (prior to stellarlune, that is)! Which I think is super fun. Kinda an interesting way to write an au, where it's not actually an alternate universe at all but instead the original universe as it was if it just went a little to the left
Nothing against all my mutuals who like to ignore canon, I'm just not that kind of person, so I'm thrilled to know you like how I've written it! I get nervous about it sometimes because it doesn't feel like it fits with the typical fics you see, but it's the most genuine to me and what I wanted, and it's so satisfying to share that.
I'm both ecstatic and apprehensive to see what you think of the rest of the fic (or however much you read of it), as I think my writing got better over the course of the year and a half it took to write? So hopefully it only goes up from here! Thank you so much for reading and giving me a chance to talk about it, because I could talk about the wings au for hours :)
#kotlc wings au#shattered upside down#quil's queridos#quil's queries#moonlarked#the wings au was my life for a year and half#and I try not to overwhelm people with it#but my god do I love to talk about it#everyone whos read/is reading the wings au i'm giving you a silly little kiss on your silly little foreheads#you'll find a similar canon compliance in most of my writing! there are exceptions. but like the dialogue prompts#(which are on a temporary hiatus as I do the secret santa but I WILL complete them)#the dialogue prompts I try to fit into canon as best as I can#though I may take a few very small liberties. like making flashers hands glow beneath the skin#little things#otherwise I do like to stick to canon :)#so I'm glad someone else likes that!#this fandom is very ignore canon heavy sometimes
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9 what tag have you changed your mind about?
😘😘😘
Hmm i guess organisational ones...? I don't think I've been v consistent at tagging stuff like canon compliant or Beth pov, and now whenever I search my bookmarks for something I'm tutting at everyone for their poor tagging but what can I really say from my moral low ground 😂♻️
Also I never used to tag my bookmarks which I regret bc I have loads so trying to find things can be a maze 😅
Ao3 tag questions!
#Thank you! 😘#I do maintain that not tagging au is weirder than not tagging canon compliance#But still#Ao3#Tagging#Fanfiction#Fandom
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question for the three people that are awake rn: how do you feel abt regular high school (byler obvi) AU fics?
#i kno tht ... One... of them is rly popular#but the comments i tend to hear abt byler fics specifically are mostly 'i dont tend to read/like AUs but i loved x fic'#which is New to me bc ive never been in a fandom before where canon compliance is so heavily favored#and if this idea fleshes out well then like ... im gonna write it anyway lol even if only two ppl end up reading and liking it#but idk i was curious.. bc ive noticed tht what gets heavily recommended on tumblr specifically doesnt align with my own tastes at all rly#and i didnt kno if tht was a ME thing or if there are Others too yanno#it came to me in the two seconds before the benadryl i took knocked my ass out so tht note is jus like.... gibberish honestly LMAO#but we'll see 🧐
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some post canon beholding & jon uwu <3
What is it, to be tossed to a new world alone with only the god you’re part of? 3200 words.
1. They are one now.
That was the whole idea - not that it was supposed to go this way. He was supposed to end it all; not… not this. Not woven together like this, where closing his eyes does nothing at all, where he Knows everything and always will, all the knowledge streaming through him laden with Beholding's heady delight.
It Knows they have gone somewhere new. It is telling him everything it sees, eyes and eyes and eyes peering through at an entirely new world to learn.
It is happy as a mindless idiot god being can be, and it makes Jon wish he could still puke. He is alone.
There is no Martin here. Nowhere in this world. Beholding looked for him before he even asked - and maybe he should have been thankful. Maybe he is thankful that it's incapable of lying about something like that, but it just makes him… cold. A million facts filter through his mind as the Eye eats up the new world, and Jon absorbs none of it.
He doesn't care. He failed.
His chest aches, his heart still and dead within.
It'd be nice if there was a wound to dig his fingers into. Something to draw his attention, to blissfully blank out into and paint his fingers hot and wet. There's only an eye there. Because of course there is.
It is lurid green and it flutters under his fingertips and even laughing brokenly as he is, he can't bring himself to dig his fingers in. Even if it would make him feel something in whatever damned state he's in.
He just wants to end.
His whole life, a farce. A play, and his only choice rendered moot. His one shred of happiness - gone.
Jon doesn't wake. He turns himself inwards. He ignores the ever-buzzing press of the Eye, of everything new and strange and different it finds in this world. He ignores it as it whispers that its other parts have claimed power in this world; it makes no suggestions to him. He hears that Beholding is known here, but only in the vaguest of words.
The Sleeping Watcher.
Its Pupil Sleeping, the God's View Limited.
Jon won't wake up.
He won't cause another end. He won't be strung along and used and played to death again.
Beholding is almost gentle as it picks out the most tantalizing of facts and tastiest horrors and places them at the ruined doorstep. It isn't gentle, because that isn't something it can be. It doesn't care, because it is an empty, hungry fool. Not even a fool.
Well, unless he included himself as part of it.
Which he supposes he should.
Because that's what he is now. Now, and forever.
2. Time is difficult to quantify like this.
Jon isn't sure it exists where they are. Him and the Eye. He knows it exists outside. In the world they and the others technically exist at the very edges of, but he's not sure it can reach them. He doesn't think he's changed any since he's come here, but his knowledge of his own state of being is twisted at best, and that's ignoring whether or not time can twist him any more than being fused into an eldritch god already has. Can time affect Beholding?
It's an interesting idea. He tries very hard not to think about it, if only to spite the Eye.
He wonders though. How long has he been here? He tries not to look outwards. The Eye still filters facts through him, still tugs at his attention with a truly inhuman amount of patience every time it has some tidbit it… It seems to think he'd like.
Wait.
His spiraling thoughts shudder to a halt.
Jon knows he shouldn't think about this, but he can't help it.
He should just close his eyes and tell himself that Beholding's offerings have been as random and gruesome as ever, because to say anything else would be admitting he had paid a modicum of attention to them in the first place.
But… no. The things it has brought to him, pressed into his brain like fucking pop-ups, have… been harder to ignore, because they're interesting. To Jon. Not necessarily to the Eye, but to him.
It saw a cat today. And Jon must take a moment to absorb this, because the cat is absolutely enormous for one, and also that that's apparently how big cats just are in this world, and the Eye is all-too-eager to show him the literal statistics it has collected. Today's cat is on the higher end of the curve in size, and it has 23 toes and enjoys wearing a strange, sharp little hat which he Knows is an accurate military replica.
It is named the Admiral, the Eye whispers, in what Jon could swear is meant to be an echo of softness, and then it is showing him more. Slowly, gently, pulling him along to learn about this cat of all things.
About its favored fish when it struts down to the docks like a supervisor and all the fishermen greet it. The fish comes from deep in the sea, where its scales are not nearly as brilliant and shining as when the sunlight they never should have seen flashes upon them. They are a rare catch, and the sailors are delighted to pull one up for the "Boss." Jon can see unnatural wisps of fog clinging to their ships, their faces, but they clear up as this cat the size of a Labrador walks by. He can hear the whispers of the deep, the faint notes of maddening, loving song hanging amidst the sailors, and knows it as threads of his… his kindred. The Vast as unchanged as ever, the Corruption blooming and festering in letters stained with salt water, and both of them retreating as an Admiral checks in on his humans.
It is a Hunter, the Eye says, and shows him an echo of just what this cat hunted to be named Admiral, and Jon can't help but laugh.
It is not a pretty laugh, but he makes it in spite of himself and the Eye buzzes around him as if to join in. Presses around him, heavy and familiar, as it shows him the cat's owner, and Jon's laugh turns strangled and tear-soaked as he sees two women welcome it home, different but so, so similar.
3. Jon tries not to watch them.
The two women whose names he is deeply torn on learning, because he Knows they are not them. They are still in the world he… left behind. They had a life after hell to look forward to - and the Eye wants to Know so, so badly what the world looked like then and Jon would laugh at it if he didn't wish so dreadfully for the same - and to give their names to these two separate, entirely different people feels. Wrong. It'd be wrong. So he should learn their names, but he also desperately doesn't want to try. It feels like… a loss.
That if he were to look for himself, he'd be embracing what he is now. That all this unmarked time trying to ignore what he is, trying to shut out the things Beholding brought to him would be pointless. That he'd be playing into another game where he's the Fool, but maybe he is, because all it took for him to start looking outward was a dog-sized cat in a jaunty little cap. He always stops looking when it gets home. He does not look inside; he does not look at the sliver of golden warmth he sees there in soft reds and oranges and yellows and rich, wooden browns from what he thinks is a humble but absolutely homey little flat built on a narrow, cobbled street just a block or two in from the docks. The windows are fogged with condensation most mornings, the fireplace working hard down to the embers to hold off the morning mist that fills the streets like thick soup, and sometimes… sometimes he hears them. Snatches of words as one lets out their dear, sweet Admiral for his walk and he always tears himself back like a startled bird before he can linger on how familiar the voices are.
Watching the Admiral is easier.
There isn’t anything new to learn by turning their gaze upon a cat, but Beholding humors him. It’s… it’s a thought Jon can’t quite believe, but he knows that Beholding is different now. He knows it is actively changing.
One of its eyes calls for his attention and he looks and sees a particularly lovely sunrise above a field of softly waving grain, gilded bright and shining in the light. He’s perched on a fence post, and realizes with some amusement that he is looking through the eyes of a rooster outside a small, quiet farm far, far out into the countryside. The people who live there may never see the sea, or a mountain, or any number of other things, but every morning they have this sight to greet them. Hills and hills of swaying gold, a glittering sea of their own he spots an intrepid goat wading through with the determination of an explorer. Its name is Rocky, so named by the couple’s children because usually he perches on the rocks outside the barn, but he has sprung an escape this morning.
It is completely soft and normal.
Something the Eye should never have bothered with. He is sure it would find showing him the monsters that hunt in the forests he can see on the horizon much more interesting. Things twisted by pelts they never should have touched, the stories of how the beautiful, slithering furs found their ways into their hands simply delectable and blood-soaked, the miasma of terror that clings to the darkened, woodland paths a veritable feast.
Jon can taste it.
He knows some piece of the Eye is there. Running through the trees with too-fast breaths falling from their lips. A lost relative, a mystery to uncover, something lost they must find consuming them far more literally than they know. He knows the Eye watches through them, eager to see just what horrors will befall them, and yet it chose to show him something else.
It looked at the sunlight glistening on the horizon and Knew that soon, by the time this set of eyes was far below the too-dark trees, it would be a beautiful sight. So it found another pair of eyes and brought Jon to look through them as elsewhere, blood patters soft as rain across the fallen leaves.
The Eye purrs at both.
It feels warm at both. It feels warm at Jon’s pleased sigh, looking along eagerly as he lets his too-sharp gaze examine each plump grain and swaying blade of grass, as he lingers on things so small, so mundane and boring and the Eye watches contentedly with him and appreciates it.
And Jon’s breath shakes.
He can feel it. The stirring, subtle strands of simple words twining with his own idle thoughts.
Beholding is thinking. It is feeling with him and he can feel so, so much more now. Each offered sight, each bit of knowledge it has absorbed, eyed critically before held out on eldritch palms towards its own beloved Pupil. Its Pupil that is hurting in ways it doesn’t understand, because they are together and isn’t that what they both wanted? It is confused and bewildered, it does not understand and cannot Know why its Pupil hasn’t left to walk again and show it more things, but it thinks that maybe he is Sad.
It does not understand Sad, as much as it has watched and tried to learn it. But everything it has seen has shown it that one who is Sad should be ‘cheered up’ with things they like, and so. It tried.
Ceaselessly, patiently for it knows no other option, until it saw the Admiral and a thrill of excitement fluttered its many eyes.
He will like this.
And he did, and Beholding laughed with him even if it didn’t quite understand the whole thing.
4. Jon is the cause.
He has… he was curious. Beholding had no mind. He Knew that. What emotions it felt were beyond simple before; echoes of feelings, mostly just hunger and, most generously described, happiness that its ‘favorite’ was coming to it. A perfect idiot puppet, but now it is different.
It comes to him now. As Jon watches the cats on the docks, as he watches the Strangers mixed in the crowd - as he watches one lose its hat and a hand to the Admiral’s proud claws and cackles as the sailors heckle after the thing - and the Eye holds up something to him.
A couple is getting married. The crowd laughs and cries in equal measure as the two men wrap each other up, an echo of a too-wide smile on one face with hair that winds in such familiar golden spirals, but the other doesn’t seem to care. His hair is dark and long and Jon can see his father watching alone but endlessly proud nearby on the far-emptier side of the little church. The whole place is a mess of faces so, so achingly familiar that Jon almost cannot breathe, to be honest. But he doesn’t let himself linger.
Their life together is a precarious balance of truths and woven lies, but they are happy. In this moment, everyone there is happy. Even when the taller of the grooms lifts the other up and spins him, coils him up in ways that shouldn’t be quite possible and laughs like the bubbles in champagne.
He isn’t sure what the Eye wants him to say. He can tell it has a question about the whole thing. Based on… on everything Jon knows, this happiness can’t last. The Fears are antithetical to a happy ending. But as he and the Eye watch from the fat white doves that sit in the trees outside, he lets himself… Hope. Maybe, despite everything, they can find happiness here.
And if Jon spies a hungry book that snuck in amongst their wedding gifts, and, well. Casts his gaze upon it. Watches the piece of one of his kin wither and shriek to nothing but ashes scattered on the wind, then he doesn’t think anyone there notices.
(The taller one does. It does not know why, but it pauses in its dance, looking towards the gift table with curiosity stinging at its tongue. It should perhaps be concerned at the brush of power descending there, its fingers threatening to slice the lovely suit its new husband wears, but then it sees the naughty little thing that caught its sibling’s gaze - that dared try and snatch its sweet husband right in front of it - watches it be simply read to death, and it laughs.
That the Sleeping one should wake up for them, should be present for their strange little wedding tickles it practically pink. What a strange and unexpected guest! And after their parting, well. It shares a look with its sister and pretends not to notice the Perfectly Normal Doves that stay far too still far too long, eyes glinting green, and relishes this little tidbit nearly as much as it enjoys the cake.)
5. The Eye shows him an image of them, together.
Of itself, just a giant eye with a little black bow tie and himself in a nice, slim suit, surrounded by its siblings in a dark church with far, far too many candles that burn a touch too hungrily, and Jon could choke.
It seems upset when he sputters out that they can’t get married.
It is, possibly, the most ridiculous thing he could ever imagine when the Eye begins to sulk about it. The Spiral got married. Why can’t they?
(Because it isn’t who he wanted to marry.)
6. The Lonely ate one of the sailors.
The Corruption got to the family of another.
And the Vast, well. The Vast doesn’t take just one; it takes an entire ship, entire fleets, when it gets hungry, with a storm with waves like teeth.
It’s too much for a cat to deal with. As valiant as the Admiral is, Jon is already watching with dread as the cat stalks a vampire that’s decided to nest in a building far, far too close to where they live. Beholding hums like a worried bug across his shoulders as he watches the hunt, fretting along with him though for entirely different reasons - and he knows it isn’t him that fixes the vampire in such a powerful gaze it freezes. Pinned like a bug to corkboard and entirely vulnerable when the Admiral staggers up and rips out its disgusting throat.
But he knows the cat looks up at both of them afterwards.
Up at the eye Jon hadn’t even realized he was looking through, drawn in chipped and fading paint on an abandoned shopfront’s windows.
The Admiral tilts his head to them. It’s fortunate it isn’t a full hat-tip because Jon would probably die, but it’s enough to see a cat bow in thanks before he makes his way back home.
Safe, if battered and bloodied. They’ll be worried. They’ll keep him in for a few days, they’ll clean him up and trim his matted fur and spoil him a bit with cream.
Not as nice as the fresh-caught fish, but the sailors won’t be out at sea for a bit. They are mourning their friends. Mourning the strange, hungry darkness of the sea, the skies with stars that lied and led near all of them to ruin. Jon doesn’t know why the Fears here have become more active. What catalyst has riled them so, but he dreads that it might be him.
There are more eyes in the city now. He has looked through more of them - painted, drawn, cut into wood and stone by bored residents who come back to themselves unsure why they’d carve an eye of all things - and he wonders if. If his touch has been noted. If their touch has been noted. If his… if his watching has molded this place into something less normal, closer to the fringes of reality he and the Eye dwell within.
He could Know if he wanted to. If he let that last barrier between them collapse, if he reached out and immersed himself within its sea in search of answers, twined together into one completely inseparable whole. If he completed the mind it had begun to piece together with his own as guidance. Without and within, a piece of the whole connected, fully and truly, one being merged down to the core. Feeling and thinking and watching and using that knowledge. Together, they could walk this world without pulling through the others in full, because Beholding has him already.
They could help here.
The Fears are still mostly whispers in this world. Unknown and thriving, but they could be Known. Yes, this city would be changed if their advent came here. But it is already changing.
And maybe. Maybe, he thinks he hears the Eye whisper, it does not want to be another’s marionette this time.
#tma#tma fanfic#magnus archives spoilers#ep200 spoilers#jon sims#beholding#holds up beholding this is my scrunkly#there is no martin in this so heads up#i might continue this set sometime#i have some ideas where to take it but unsure how many more parts it would be#i like the idea of beholding learning to think once jon is a fused part of it#this is technically still AU stuff of course#i can't claim canon compliance bc i haven't listened to 200 myself LMAO#so i am just vibing with my bud#beholding/jon#u3u#crowswritings
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