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once-ina-blue-moon · 3 days
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so I’ve been writing this tma fic for a while and idk if I should post it bc I don’t really post fic here??? and also it’s not done so it may be a while lol but I just wanted to see if anyone would be interested in it. it’s about termites, that’s all I’m saying
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iwikpines · 24 days
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JonMartin Week: Day 3
Nightmare
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Third day of @jonmartinweek !!
also my bestie @ethanwitht wrote a fic based on my drawing ,,,,,,, you can read it under the cut (give them lots of loves he's the best <3)
Martin woke up startled by the rapid movements and the little whimpers by his side. Jon wasn't facing him, and yet, he could see the way his brow was furrowed and his eyes wide open; it wasn't the first time Jon had a nightmare.
The room was lit only by a light green glow entering through the window upon their bed. After a few days living in an apocaliptic world, he'd gotten used to the night being no longer dark but that peculiar color that matched his lover's eyes.
He sighed getting closer to his body and his eyes stung with tears because of his partner's cries; he hated seeing him like this. Jon's movements were erratic and it seemed like if he was trying to get someone, or something, off of him. He caressed his back with soft circular motions, he made sure to leave him space so as not to upset him further and started to call him in a low voice. Martin bit his lower lip when he heard Jon calling out to him with the same despair as when he went to save him from the Lonely, and he decided to get closer and to slip his hand under his shirt to touch his skin without any barrier. His fingers traveled through all his back feeling the little circular scars spread all over his skin.
“I'm here, Jon…” he said in a low voice before kissing the top of his head.
He began to despair when Jon's screaming and callings were getting more insisting with time. He moved away to turn him around so Jon would be facing him and tried to wake him up by shaking him while still talking to him.
“Jon, wake up, please” he pleaded. “I'm here, you're safe, it's just a nightmare” the anguish took over him and he screamed Jon's name, finally waking him up.
“Martin!" Jon screamed looking at his boyfriend breathing rapidly.
Martin enveloped Jon's body in an embrace, pulling their bodies as close together as possible while allowing the other to catch his breath. “I'm here, it was just a bad dream…” He whispered in his ear and started to stroke his back, starting from the bottom and going all the way up to his nape, where he stopped to massage his hair.
He noticed Jon's hands holding onto his body, crumpling his shirt into his fists, and felt him shaking. He continued to whisper to him without stopping his pets, he closed his eyes and hid the other one between his arms, trying to protect Jon from his own mind.
Jon cried. He cried and sobbed and kept calling out to him, so much so that Martin wondered for a moment if perhaps he was still asleep; but he knew that wasn't the case because the way he was saying his name was almost with ease. He didn't pressure Jon to tell him anything, he simply kept holding his boyfriend close and whispering soothing words to calm him down.
“You weren't with me” Jon said in a broken voice, “you went back to the Lonely… And it was my fault.”
Jon hid his face in Martin's chest, who felt his own heart breaking at the sight of his boyfriend in that state. “I'm not going anywhere, Jon. I'm here thanks to you and I'm not going back again…” He stroked his cheek trying to get him to raise his head to look into his eyes. “It was a bad dream, it's okay.”
“I'm just so tired, Martin… I can't sleep, I can't find any peace of mind, I'm forced to know every single thing that's happening and I can't stop it and all of this is *my* fault” he clung to him tightly, wetting Martin's hand with his tears as he cradled his face.
“None of this is your fault. Listen to me, you couldn't have kept it from happening…” his thumb gave gentle strokes to his cheek. “Jon, we'll get out of this, we're going to fix it together” he promised kissing his forehead.
Jon just nodded without saying anything, he simply answered with a sigh and got closer to Martin, not leaving any space left between them. One could still notice how Jon was trembling, Martin could even feel the violent way his heart was beating in his chest. Martin's hands were still caressing his partner while he was whispering comforting words and peppering kisses wherever he could.
“I love you so much, Jon” he said, removing two strands of hair off his forehead. He saw how Jon's gaze was lost, “are you sleeping?” He asked, chuckling a bit; it was sometimes hard to tell the difference between when Jon was sleeping or just staring into the void. He got his answer when Jon shook his head. “You can go back to sleep if you want to, I'm staying here with you. No one is going to hurt us, Jon”
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onequeermushroom · 13 days
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i love reading tma fics bc as an ace person i feel so seen. jon will do or say something and martin will be like "this doesn't really make sense to me but cool" and i'm here yelling at my screen like "yes!! i get it!! you get it!! thank you!!" i love you asexual authors projecting their own personal specific flavour of asexuality onto jon you make me feel so understood
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jonahfagnus · 5 months
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Every few centuries or so, each Dread Power selects a Messiah. Not at the same time - they’re often staggered over decades, and a Messiah will frustratingly frequently die of mundane causes long before anyone notices them. Worse yet, Messiahs can go their entire life unnoticed, odd enough to off-put their peers but not enough for their kin to take notice.
To find the Messiah of one’s god is a grand achievement. Finding Agnes Montague had brought the Lightless Flame great power; new strength, new devotees, new rituals. It had been so much that Gertrude had felt the need to temper Agnes with her own soul. The Desolation won’t get over that for a very long while.
Jonah has spent his entire life seeking the Eye’s Messiah. It has to be soon - it’s been two centuries, and he’s certain that there was no Messiah when he was alive. The timeframe is perfect, and yet he cannot find anyone. He checks for incidents related to the Eye, keeps note of artefacts trading hands, but nothing. Whether his god’s Messiah simply died as a child, or was swallowed by another power, the search is endless, and yields no results.
This is why it’s so surprising when Jonathan Sims walks into his office for an interview, and makes eye contact with him - ordinarily this would make people uncomfortable, but Jonathan is mostly content in the Eye’s stronghold. Jonah knows, immediately, that this is the one. This is who he has been searching for his whole life.
Jonathan’s Gaze is rather weak, and wielded bluntly. He wouldn’t be able to force any measure of knowledge out of Jonah right now, but it’s surprising he has any Gaze at all. Just more proof that he was made for their god. 
Jonathan has found that people become uncomfortable when he makes eye contact with them, and that discomfort can be used to get things he wants; he’s used it to convince teachers to give him better grades or an extension on his work, to convince his peers to leave him be, to convince well-meaning adults to turn a blind eye to his breaking and entering, his trespassing, all the little crimes to satisfy his endless curiosity. There’s no need to intimidate now, of course. The moment he decided to come in for the interview his fate was sealed. He is meant to be here, and always has been.
Jonah reaches a hand over the table and does not break eye contact.
“Elias Bouchard,” he says, voice confident and smooth. On the inside, he’s a bundle of nerves. If he isn’t careful, he could drive Jonathan away from the Eye, perhaps forever. Such a failure would not be forgiven.
“Jon Sims,” Jon returns, seeming equally calm. Jonah’s still debating whether or not to look inside his head. It would be exceedingly useful, but if Jon notices it could be disastrous. He has no idea how Jon would react. The Lonely almost drove away their most recent Messiah by trying to bring him in too quickly, and Jonah cannot afford the same to happen with Jon. There is the chance Jon would notice, and realise that Jonah is like him, and decide to stay. Too risky, perhaps.
Jonah doesn’t pay much attention as they go through the typical rigamarole. None of these questions are necessary. Instead, he does his own research on Jon, the sort that doesn’t require reading his mind.
He Knows that all of Jon’s peers had warned him away from the Institute when he had brought it up, and that Jon had lied to his flatmate about the interview. He has no other job prospects lined up, and still can’t justify the decision to himself. It simply feels right. He Knows that, despite his machinations, Jon’s grades are less than perfect. Like much else in his life, Jon is worried about it, partially because he is innately anxious and partially because he’s worried that he won’t get the job.
He Knows that Jon (much like Jonah in his youth) prefers to find what isn’t already known. He finds education too boring, too easy - he can find what his teachers have told him in textbooks, or online courses; quite often he finds he already knows it, although he can't say from where. What he wants is the sort of knowledge that is coveted, hidden, and he has a particular taste for any knowledge of the supernatural. 
He Knows that Jon has uncanny senses - having been able to detect teachers long before their footsteps began echoing down the halls - and some of his peers used him as a watchman when getting high or drunk, or breaking into offices to find answer sheets. He Knows that Jon enjoyed being the watchman, for reasons he can’t quite place.
Their god's influence has already spread deep into Jon, into the furthest reaches of his soul. Jon has the ability to compel (although this, like his Sight, is weak and wielded bluntly - Jonah will have to teach him better), and he craves knowledge like he craves blood in his veins. His memory is uncanny, his eyes uncannier. He couldn’t be a better Archivist.
“When can you start?”
Jon blinks, in surprise.
“Oh- er, well, I- ah, next Monday, I suppose?”
“Fantastic,” Jonah says, giving him a grin. They shake hands again, and then Jon is leaving. Jonah Watches him, all the way home, to where he tells his flatmate that he got the job, where he begins to make preparations to move out. Jon casts glances over his shoulder when he thinks nobody can see him, although he can’t tell from where he’s being watched. Yet, despite the anxiety (and excitement) it causes, he makes no move to hide himself. 
He’s going to be perfect. Jonah will ensure it.
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ego-sum-ex-altiora · 5 months
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The fact that the entirety of tma translated into french is only the second longest tma fic on ao3 is absolutely terrifying. The longest fic is 805,450 words. This shit is longer than War and Peace (587,287 words). Longer than the entire LOTR series + The Hobbit (576,459 words). MORE THAN THE BLOODY BIBLE (1611 King James Bible, 788,280 words).
Me and my 6000 word fic will just. move on from that
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lailas-in-space · 4 months
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someone please write a tma time travel fic scene in which Jon receives a message that starts with "Hello Jon," causing him to have 27 simultaneous panic attacks before realizing it's a normal text from Tim
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murderandcoffee · 6 months
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turns out that writing fake magnus archives statements is REALLY fun
anyway if anyone is interested in a flesh statement about a guy and his fashion designer wife, I'll probably be posting it either here or on ao3 within the next couple days
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the-magpie-archives · 2 years
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Don't imagine Martin visiting Jon in hospital and gently brushing Jon's hair whilst he talks about work, and what's going on in his personal life. Don't imagine Martin replacing wilted flowers, hanging fairy lights, and setting down two cups of tea (one of which he knows will remain untouched).
Don't think about Martin befriending all the nurses at the hospital and telling them all about Jon and what he's like when he's up and about. Don't imagine him doing an impression of Jon's idea of a hilarious joke (the joke never made anyone laugh, but the impression did).
Don't imagine Martin politely and subtly making sure Jon's being well looked after, and getting the best course of treatment. Don't think about the tenderness that comes from unconditional care and love with no expectations.
But most importantly, don't think about Jon's hair growing tangled, the nurses seeing less and less of Martin. Don't imagine how dull the hospital room became without Martin's thoughtful input. Don't think about the old cup of tea still sitting on the bedside table (it's behind a 'get well soon' card, only Martin would've noticed it).
It was Martin who succumbed to the lonely, but in a way it managed to take Jon too.
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rhywhitefang · 12 days
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Art piece I did for @2ofswords 's fic 'Danny's Comedy of Terrors' - held on to this one for a while!
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mintyeggs · 6 days
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the only way my handwriting is legible is if i write in all caps so im giving jon a pass on this one
Read A Fresh Pair of Eyes (Formerly Pin-Eye) Chapter 12 here!
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daylight-boyy · 3 months
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This? Remember this?
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So
Hah
Critter'd him >:)
It's stupid. Please read it.
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adamofingolstadt · 2 months
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TMA Coffee Shop AU
"God you'll never believe this." Tim leaned into the kitchen. "Actually, you will."
"What?"  Martin asked, loading the dishwasher.
"That weird guy is back again." Tim said. "The one you fancy."
Martin, flustered, denied everything.
"Tim, you are such an HR nightmare." Their manager told him.
"Come on Sasha, you think that guy's weird too: He comes in every Saturday with a book, sits at that back table near the stock cupboards and reads for three hours!" 
She smiled a little. "Actually, I just served him. Guess what he got?"
"Black coffee and a scone with no cream." The three parroted in unison.
"That's weird!" Tim pointed out. "It's like he wants the most joyless thing on the menu! Then he sits away from all the windows and people-- it's like he wants to be miserable."
She shook her head, amused. "Tim, go man the counter, I think I just heard someone enter."
EDIT: I made a fic
The Archival Department is a Powder Keg - Chapter 10 - Creecher - The Magnus Archives (Podcast) [Archive of Our Own]
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oatmilksgf · 1 month
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i will wander in silence with you by romcommunisms (ongoing)
People keep disappearing from a little town up North. Obviously, the most rational way to approach this is to have Jon and Martin go up there and investigate what's causing these disappearances. Obviously, if they want to get any answers, they're going to have to pretend to be a couple. All while trying to avoid getting sucked into the Lonely. It's going to be fine.
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chicken-magnet · 3 months
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I'm really looking forward to future "tmagp gang meets pre-horrors or during-horrors tma characters after learning about the post-horrors stuff" fanfics
I want to see them interact with each other
I want the protocol characters' expectations be meeting horrible people and then see how human the archive characters really were
I want to read about what the protocol characters were thinking about their own situation and maybe see them realize some parallels between the two stories, take some mental notes for future reference
I want them to see the others' mistakes and gain hope about their own problems
I want them to try to do "better" than the archives crew, to be better
And I want them to fail
I want them to realize the inevitability of their situation
I want them to fall into hopelessness
I want to see the moment they break
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chrisis-averted · 6 months
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A little fanmade trailer for my TMA fic Rewind. Reset. Rewrite. with art by @fdevitart
No this won't go on youtube, it's a small thing I made for mostly myself, but I hope you enjoy it. Do you recognise all locations?
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