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Seeing Eye to Eye - TMA Lonely Ghosts AU

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This is set in the same universe as Ghosts Get Lonely Too. This particular story is set before that one. There are ripples now with him not encountering the Hunters nor Gerry's book. There are reasons for that. : ) Jonathan "Jon" Sims, frustrated with the lack of information to combat the Lonely, finds himself on a bus on the way home. He crosses paths with a young woman named Champagne Pailyu, an Avatar of the Eye.

Statement Begins

[Click]

The soft sounds of people speaking and the thumping sounds of what is likely the shift of clothes and backpacks fill the silence before the clearing of a throat. A soft voice voice is heard.

“Hello, is the-” The words are interrupted by a sudden surprised yelp by Jon while the owner of the other voice sighs and continues, “The seat beside you, is it taken?”

Soft panted breaths in and out and a breathless nervous chuckle, “I, yes. I mean- n-no. No it is not taken. I’m sorry I didn-”

“Didn’t See me there, I know. It happens a lot.” There is a tired acceptance in her tone, perhaps some amusement, “Do you mind if I sit with you?” “No, no I do not mind at all. Please.” Jon says it quickly, still trying to even his voice out.

“Thank you. My name is Champagne.” “Champagne? Really? I mean-” A stumbling of his words as he tries to course correct, “Jon. You may call me Jon. You ah… your parents must have been… the celebratory sort.”

There is a loud snort from Champagne, “A pleasure to meet you, Jon, and perhaps you are only half right. I never did get to ask them about it.”

An awkward silence as the voices in the background continue to fill the silence before the sound of a mechanical squeak and hiss of breaks before the engine grows louder and there is the distinct sound of a vehicle moving.

Finally, there is the rustle of fabric and then paper as the pages of something are being flipped through. The sound of a zipper follows in what is likely someone getting out a writing instrument. “Oh! You draw?” Jon suddenly asks, sounding desperate to chase away the awkward silence.

“Hm?” A moment and then Champagne adds, “Oh. Yes, I do.”

“Would you… may I see some of your work?” Jon asks tentatively, seeming to find relief in something normal for once. Yet there is a soft distortion around his words, a distant static.

There is a thoughtful sound and the tap of the pencil on the page, “I do not think you want to see my work, Jon.”

“Why not?” The sounds of static become stronger.

Silence and the static seems to fall away with an eerie sort of laugh coming from Champagne, “You are awfully new at this, aren’t you?”

Jon is clearly surprised with his own sound of confusion followed by, “New? What- What do you mean by new?”

“Oh gods, you are very new at this. I suppose I am too if we really think about it.”

“I don’t understand-”

“I suppose you wouldn’t. You should really eat soon, you are looking a bit peakish.”

“I am fairly certain food and drink are prohibited on the bus.” Jon says defensively, snapping at her without thinking. Then a soft gasp and he says in a hushed whisper, “Oh. Oh. Oh no, you’re one of-”

“Relax.” A tone that is both gentle and yet it was firm in the way it was a command. There starts being a scratch of pencil over paper, “I am an Avatar, yes. However, I have no intention to harm you. I cannot promise the same of your Strange Officer.”

Jon scoffs and there is a shift of fabric as he changes how he is sitting, “Forgive me for not believing you.”

“I suppose you wouldn’t.” Champagne tells him, “But I feel that,as new you are, you shouldn’t be looking at some of my art. You are welcome to watch me draw if you would like. This one shouldn’t be too horrible.”

“What? Do you scare people with terrible art skills?” Jon asks snaps, tone practically scathing.

“Something like that, but let’s just say I am a picky eater.” Continued scratch of pencil over paper while Champagne’s voice is calm and even, ��You are not in danger of being consumed, Jon. I would like to think we are on the same side.”

“Same side? What side would that be?” The static again, but it does not sound as strong. Whatever compelling he is trying to do, it does not seem to be working on Champagne.

A loud sigh and a soft whistling and muttered sound that doesn’t sound like any spoken tongue is made by Champagne and the pencil continues to move, “New and Ignorant. Of all people to collect for the Eye. I suppose it is easier to fill an empty cup… or a bucket.”

“The Eye- Did Elias send you?” Jon demands with a hissing, growing increasingly frustrated that he cannot seem to get a clear answer. Perhaps, he is wondering everyone is under the Eye is this difficult.

“Stop trying to compel me, Jon. You have enough problems.” Champagne signs again, “I don’t Know who that is, but no one sent me. Judging by the feel of you, I imagine our… threads were always meant to cross. I just so happened to be on the same bus as you.”

A long silence and Jon finally speaks again, “You mentioned the Officer. So they are…?” He trails off, hoping for her to fill in the blank without actually compelling her on accident. He seems to be stumbling over that ability too without meaning to.

“Part of the Stranger I think. I suppose they could be of the Hunt.” Disgust in her voice as Champagne adds, “A disgustingly large number of law enforcement are. Usually they hunt in pair,s however, so I think this one is Stranger. It has that feeling of being off.”

“Yes they- they do that.” Jon admits, mollified, “Well do you happen to know a Gerard Keay or maybe even Gertrude Robinson?”

His voice was so hopeful, trying hard to find any answers at all. Champagne feels sorry for him, “No, I am afraid not, sorry. I do not know either of those people... Or Know them. I am sorry, Jon.”

A groan and a thump from Jon flopping back into his seat, “I have been trying to- you know what? Nevermind. It… no. No I am going to try to ask. You wouldn’t happen to know about the Unknowing would you?”

“Maybe you aren’t as new as I thought…” Champagne says, sounding absently curious as the sound of the pencil still working, “Unfortunately, I do not know much. I think it is a Ritual?”

“Oh.” Silence follows and then Jon continues, “Yes, it is a world ending ritual by the Stranger.” “Ew. Why did I have to be right?” The pencil on paper stops long enough to be noticed and then a soft sound of the the clicks on a mechanical pencil and the drawing resumes.

“I very much wish you were wrong. You know, I am beginning to think no one knows anything at all. I just… I need to stop this ritual.” Jon mutters and he sighs. Why was he even out here?

Champagne hums as she draws, “I know a little about how the Fears work. Not a terribly large amount, but maybe I Know something that can help give you ideas. The Stranger is rooted in nonsense and feeling off from reality. So perhaps you need cold undeniable logic.”

A thoughtful sound, “Perhaps… but if a ritual is so large… what would be big enough to stop it?”

“That is… a good question. I don’t know. It may need to be something just as large and disruptive.” Champagne shifts, the sound of fabric and paper before she continues, “Maybe some good old fashioned arson.”

A tired laugh that sounds like it is bordering on hysteria, “Maybe. Are you sure you don’t work with the Desolation?”

[Click]

The recorder turns on again, this time the sounds of people in the background are softer. There are more distant sounds of the beeps and hisses of a kitchen. There is more scratching of pencil over paper.

Jon’s voice comes through, “Oh, it feels good to stretch my legs again.”

Champagne laughing softly, “Not used to long rides like this, are you?”

Jon yelps in surprise and pants, his tone is sharp, “How do you keep doing that?”

More laughter and Champagne’s smile is in her voice, “Inherent ability. Before the Eye grabbed me. Anyway, the previous question about long trips still stands.”

A sigh, but it is followed by a good natured chuckle. He sounds at ease for once, it surprises even him, “No, no I really am not. The fact that you can travel for hours and still be in the same state is a bit mind boggling.”

“Ah right, you all can just take a wrong exit and end up in another country and stop there for lunch before heading back in time for a spot of tea.”

Jon laughs, it is a quiet sound, “I suppose we can. The… the fear that has a problem with vertigo… falling… ah-” “The Vast.” “Yes, that. They would have a field day here. I think.” Champagne hums quietly, “I think there might be an Avatar around the Grand Canyon. I haven’t had many issues with that one though so I couldn’t tell you.”

A low hum, “You really do not strike me as- you feel so… well adjusted for someone who is… well.” “A monster?” “No! No not- you don’t feel like a monster! You are actually, well, quite nice.”

“Well thank you.” Champagne responds softly, “I highly doubt anyone I have fed on would agree with you. I tend to target unpleasant people. I think this is the longest I have held a conversation with anyone that didn’t become a snack later.”

“How did you, ah-”

The pencil scratching paper stops suddenly, “Wait.”

A tense silence and she sighs, “They are trying very hard to find you, Jon.”

“I- what- they are here?!”

“Close.” Champagne makes a sound, it seems almost musical in quality, like a whistling wind, “Should be distracted for now.”

“What did you do?” Fear is filling his voice, unease and borderline hysteria filled with a very soft static.

“Jon relax, and please get your compelling under control. It is uncomfortable.” Champagne sighs, “Look, if you really want my story, we can do that. I have a feeling this food isn’t going to be enough and if you are taking down an entire ritual-”

“Then I will need all of the he- wait a minute. Hang on. What do you mean the food isn’t enough? Are you saying I am becoming like- that I am like you? But I am no-”

A low hum and Champagne speaks firmly, “Jon, relax. Breathe for me. You aren’t entirely lost yet. You are still human enough, maybe, I know the idea of lost control is unpleasant. I am sorry, but survival is… You are going to need to decide how far you are willing to go for the sake of saving others, alright? Sometimes… it means shaving off parts of yourself to make room for new parts.”

“Okay…” Shaking breaths and he swallows audibly, “Okay, I… thank you. I think.”

“Good. Now then, let’s feed you. Outside. A small walk should do us some good.”

“I-wh- are you sure? All of the other-”

“I am sure, Jon. At least one person deserves my story, and if it helps you save the world… well that is rather compelling all on its own.

People do not tend to like their secrets ripped out of them, I know. It is uncomfortable. However… I suppose I have done it enough to people that I can, should share mine. Whatever consequences follow… I suppose I deserve it.” Her tone is sad and soft.

“Oh, yes I… yes of course. Let’s… let’s walk.”

[Click]

It is a little quieter, save for the sounds of vehicles, albeit they sound almost distant. Muffled. The sound of footsteps is softened by the ground.

“So, Jon, how do you usually collect your… stories? Your tape recorder?”

“Oh I ah…” Jon makes a thoughtful sound, trying to find an answer. He wants to be respectful. He feels like he should be respectful, “I… well usually at the Institute I am… the Archivist… head Archivist. I… usually there is a little more formality, but yes I use this. The Statements, the real ones, do not seem to want to be digitized.”

He clears his throat, it feels awkward being outside and exposed. Yet, she seems absolutely at home in it. Whatever comfortable confidence she has out here, he wishes he could have some of it. Though he feels if he stays close he is somehow sheltered.

“Well, the world is your Archive, Mister Archivist.” She says dryly, “There are plenty of stories to be told out here. Plenty to collect.”

“Right… right you are I suppose.” A tired sigh and he huffs a small laugh, “Statement of Champagne….” “Pailyu.” “Pailyu? Your name is- I… oh god I am so sorry.” “It’s alright, Jon. I blame my mother. You don’t need to apologize for her choices.” “Yes, well um… right. Statement of Champagne Pailyu regarding…” “My background and how I became an Avatar of the Eye.” “Statement taken from source June 29th, 2017 by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement begins. When you are ready.”

A slow deep breath and a long exhale, “Thank you, Jon. I suppose finding a good place to start is a bit difficult isn’t it? Trying to find the things that are important and are the defining points of your life that would make seasoned psychologists nod and scribble down notes as to why you are the way you are.

My mother perhaps is a point. It always seems to start with a parent, doesn’t it? Her name was Ciara Pailyu. She was… well I actually don’t know if she was ever a good woman. If you knew what she did, I suppose you would find that she really was an awful monster.

The Fears had nothing to do with it. She was the one who chose my name. I suppose alone, Champagne is a pretty enough name, but combined with Pailyu and suddenly I was reduced to something empty and only useful for other people’s enjoyment. To hold onto things that would only be discarded later. Temporary. Fleeting. Forgettable.

It is fitting really, and I guess that was always her intention. You see, if you have a chance to study the history of folklore and mythology, there are a great many gods and goddesses and beings out there. One of them was Carmun. She was a powerful witch, powerful enough to be called a goddess, who caused famine and rot. Perhaps… she would have gotten along well with the Corruption. My mother, apparently, was a descendant. By extension, so was I. Carmun wished to roam the Earth once more and reached out to my mother to make a deal. Wished to inhabit a body and wouldn’t you know it, my mother had a first born available. Not an ounce of hesitation in selling off her own child and in sealing away my voice so that I could not make any deals myself.

Of course I had not known that was the reason I could not speak at the time. I was an infant then, barely a personality and completely defenseless. My father, Niyol, did not know what she had done and had just assumed I was born mute. He did not love me any less and I think perhaps that was the only reason I ever survived being around my mother. Being sold to one day be Carmun’s vessel was not the only thing ‘strange’ about me. Oh no, I had to be able to see ghosts. Ghosts and spirits and gods. To be able to see the unseen and communicate with them. I could even interact with them just as easily I do you.

Most would just assume that they were the imaginary friends of a little child, but they were all so very real and so very kind. While I could not speak any living languages, the ghosts taught me how to speak the language of the dead. It is more of a breathy whistling sound, perhaps a little static sounding. When you are little and children are prone to making such unusual vocalizations, it worked out well for me. Still hurt, but I managed. I could communicate.

So I grew with my first language being that of the dead, with none the wiser. No one else understood of course, which my mother used as a reason to dismiss me easily. I think… my ability to see ghosts and to communicate with them was why I could also sneak about as though I were one myself. Out of sight and out of mind. Seen but not heard. I scared her often enough as a child when I tried to get her attention. Startled my father too, but I think he started to recognize what I was able to do. I think he could see them, but instead of the clarity I had, his was more like shadows from the corners of his eyes. That turned out to be a hereditary trait, perhaps amplified by the ritual used on me to steal my voice away.

It wasn’t until I was six that I could talk. The neighbor’s dog had passed and was now a ghost. She was a large chocolate lab named Cocoa. She was a protective sort and I loved her. Even had a little brown dog toy that my father got for me.

One day, she chose to appear in the form of an old woman to talk to me. So I did not realize at the time that she was, in fact, the dog. I was upset that I could not speak in a way that my mother understood. She acted angry and lashed out at me for being incapable of speech as though she wasn’t the one to take it away from me.

There is something powerful about unconditional love. Especially from a loyal dog. She had helped me simply to help, having been kind and patient when I was small and trying to navigate the world around myself. She took it upon herself to remove the seal, though there is still a scar left behind. A reminder.

Suddenly, I could use my voice, though I hurt, and everything was intense enough that even my father could see Cocoa. Found me outside with her. Was warned that I was not safe. So that night we left so that I could live with my grandfather on the reservation and my father promised to return soon. That he would join us. Soon became a word I no longer trusted. A promise at the end of our regular phone calls. My father died when I was eleven.

My grandfather raised me as best he could. Raised me with the traditions of our people. The stories. The practices. Encouraged me to use my voice. He was a severe man, but the gentlest one I knew. He taught me how to navigate the world that was largely unseen by most.

He was a wonderful anchor, and it was good to have someone, as the other children tended to avoid me once my novelty wore off. I was the ‘weird girl’ that talked to nothing. The one who struggled to speak and made ‘odd’ sounds. I didn’t mind too much. I had my friends, even if they were dead. The ones who had given me a voice even when I had none to begin with.

I took to art as another form of expression, perhaps inspired by the fact my grandfather ran a tattoo shop. I was always happy to watch him work. It was amazing to see how he could fill empty space with lines and colors and it could all become so coherent. He encouraged that in me as well.

I did well enough in school for him not to worry, and the additional lessons about the world outside of what I knew was to keep me safe. To keep me aware that not all things were my friends. I grew into adulthood and he… he grew ill and passed.

I mourned, though I had mourned for a while leading up to it as his memory became fragmented and his health declined. He had long given me the shop and changed the name too. The Heron’s Flower.

It was in that shop that through the door walked, well, a god. A volatile one who claimed to be looking for my grandfather. When he realized he was not there, I apparently was just going to have to do.

He did not want to give me a name to call him by and insisted I could call him whatever I wish, so I had given him one myself. I gave him the name Réalta. He was… unpleasant. Crass. Tried to get a rise out of me. I was fairly despondent by then. No anchors to really speak of.

I drew something that upset him. That hit too close to home. First Impressions can be quite upsetting. Then he decided I was attractive. I figured it was just the fleeting interest of an immortal. I would be soon forgotten or I would age and he would lose interest. Perhaps I went along with it because was just lonely. In retrospect, I really should have just adopted a dog. Animals are better than people.

I will save you from needing to listen to the details of my love life, but I did grow to love him. He actually remained with me. I couldn’t tell you if it was a good relationship or not. I didn’t have much to compare it to.

The problem was… he caused a lot of harm to others over the course of his lifetime. Comparable to the Desolation. To try and claim revenge against a literal deity is a fool’s errand, but when you are desperate and in enough pain, I suppose you will be willing to do anything. Of course, many people try for, well, an eye for an eye. I was attacked, because I mattered to him. Last year, I was attacked in a place I should have been safe, my shop. I fought back. I managed to talk him down. Learned his name and why he hurt. I found out why I became the unfortunate target for blood lust and rage. Réalta did not accept my attempts to keep things from turning to bloodshed. I tried to keep things from getting out of hand, but the one who hurt me… who attacked me because he hurt so much. Davin still held anger and Réalta did too, but only one of them had power and in the end… Davin burned.

Even when I asked… begged for him to not be. I risked being burnt myself. I still have the scar, shaped like his hand on my arm like some sort of brand. It made drawing for myself the first few weeks near impossible. I was stubborn however and worked through it.

I had considered just… walking away from him. From everyone else. Everything inside of me told me to leave. Screamed at me to run, but I loved him. I felt that he deserved for me to tell him in person that I needed space away from him. To breathe. To think. Though if I am being honest, that house was still home to me. One of the few things, aside from the shop, that was mine. A shared space at the time, but the house was still mine. Never have I done well in a cage, Jon, and being told I belonged to him like some sort of property did not sit well with me. So I went back to the place I called home. I really wish I hadn’t. Maybe things would have ended differently.

Maybe waiting would have just been delaying the inevitable. I had thought that perhaps all of the trepidation was simply because I did not enjoy confrontation. I was someone who had to work not to vanish from perception. I often wonder if the Lonely had also wanted a piece of me… perhaps it still does. The Fears have always been so… isolating. Probably explains why there are so many cults tied to the Fears. People desperate for connection.

Ah sorry… I am rambling. Running and hiding from the point. I guess this is the part that I…

Gods… I always forget how much it still weighs on me. The clarity that remains in my mind. In my nightmares… I walked through the door of my home and heard Réalta arguing with the shade of a woman. One who was old and powerful. I did not know who she was yet, but I could feel that some part of me had a tie to her. It felt unpleasant like the vitality of every nearby thing would slough away and leave only rot as evidence of her existence.

I was not present for the entire argument, but when I came across them in the kitchen there were scorch marks on the floor as Réalta was arguing, again about how I belonged to him. I didn’t want him to destroy the only home I really cared for, and I remember yelling at him and I demanded to know what he was doing. I forgot to be afraid of the woman beside him.

Everything else happened so fast once their eyes were on me. You see, the inherent ability I have to just… fade into obscurity, it doesn’t work if someone is constantly trying to track me. Someone has to make a conscious effort to remember I exist. Had to make a conscious effort to follow me and keep their eyes on me. If they became distracted then maybe I would have a chance to escape. Except the woman was Carmun. The very goddess I was bound to. The one I was to become a vessel for. Apparently I was ripe for the picking and she wanted her body now.

All eyes were on me and even without a pencil in hand, the clear Impression I had gotten from them was burned into my mind. She was going to oust me from my own body. She was going to take all I created and make only rot come from my fingertips. Festering blight and famine and no one prepared to stop her. The other… fire and destruction and somehow he too was linked to Carmun, although in that moment I did not know how.”

Champagne has to pause then, her breathing shaky despite herself. Reliving this moment in sharp detail as she often did hurt her. “Champagne, are you-” “I’m fine, Jon… just… let me finish this. It needs to be said. Someone else needs to Know what I did.” Her voice is sharp but quiet and she takes a few more breaths before she continues.

“Statement resumes I guess. Heh. So… Carmun turned on me and in that moment Réalta turned on her. Flames again trying to lash out, except it also was going to consume and destroy my home. Destroy one of the few links I had to the one anchor I had grown to rely on.

For a long terrifying moment, I stood frozen in fear. I did not want to be seen. I did not want their eyes on me, wild with wanting control over me or my body. I did not want rot to spread from my fingertips. I did not want to burn in the ashes of the emotions of a man I foolishly thought loved me.

I had tried to run, thought that perhaps maybe if I got outside that they would follow. It was such a stupid idea: To run. To try to save the house, my grandfather’s house, before my own life. It is possible that I had been worried that house would be the place I would die in. That the last memories in a home that was full of love would become one full of terror and loss and destruction.

No matter my reasons, I ran. I ran and made it as far as the living room before I felt that wretched witch grab my hair and try to wrench me back. I had long learned to deal with ghosts and spirits by then and I went down onto the floor kicking and screaming to get her to let go. At the same time, flames erupted and Réalta had started to try and burn her. She let go, though my hair suffered in the process. I was scrambling to find anything to defend myself, scrambling across the floor towards one of the end tables I kept some tools in. The two were fighting behind me while I practically ripped the drawer out and the contents scattered. In the process, I knocked loose a false bottom on the drawer. I do not know how I spent so many years not knowing this thing was in my house. It was old and dusty. Older than any pen like that should have been. It was a long thing and a pale lavender in color and it… It called to me. It scared me. Part of me Knew I had a choice to make. I could be killed and my body taken over to rot the world with impunity. I could be trapped by destructive flames that simply wanted me to be a possession. Branded and eventually burned to ash if I tried to stray too far or if something else coveted what he owned or… I could take this tool before me. I swear the world went still as my hand hovered over it. The fighting seemed so distant. I had a choice and I had been so certain that I had known enough to maintain control over my life even with whatever… force that was tied to that pen. A force that felt like an endless pit that wanted to simply consume. That would never be full.

Yet… at least it would be on my terms.

I could make that choice.

I grabbed the pen.

Everything was suddenly intense. The world was now a terrible awful brilliant clarity that would make any artist weep. The flames were hot twisting ambers and yellows and reds and the soot left behind was ashen black threatening to turn into the brilliant colors of flames. The same carpet was rotting and the wood and paint of the space around them had begun to peel and warp between the heat and the corruption fighting one another. Discolored greys and sickly yellows fighting with intense flames.

Not only that, I could hear yelling about a deal that was made. The Eye wanted to Know. I wanted to Know. I wanted to know what this deal was.

I grabbed the nearest book, an address book I think, and flipped it open and started to draw. I had no control over my hand and while part of me desperately wanted to stop because I felt I was about to do something awful, I also needed to know what they wanted with me.

The world warped as ink became a scribbling swirling chaos that formed distinct shapes on paper. The area around is twisting and warping around us as the scene became something familiar and yet not. My childhood home from before I could speak. As the paper was filled with ink and inexplicably was changing color as I went, there were two bodies on the floor of what was once my bedroom. Mutilated and rotting as though they had been forgotten and abandoned for a long time.

By then, Réalta and Carmun realized something was wrong. That they were suddenly on a stage and the memory versions of them both stood beside the bodies. They both realized what it was, but the one who reacted first was the man I thought loved me.

They had made a deal. They had made a terrible and awful deal. Carmun wanted him to hand me over. My father’s death in an effort to protect me from my mother’s choices and my grandfather had done his best to shelter me from a storm that was still threatening to take me. Réalta had not come to my shop by accident. Had not come to simply find someone willing to place ink on his skin. He came to kill a man who was no longer there and had decided instead of honoring his deal, he would keep me all to himself.

I was angry. Angrier still as I watched the scene play out, as I watched Carmun consume my mother’s soul. I Watched her consume my father, claiming their existence to fuel her own with no chance for me to ever call upon them. Ended. Gone forevermore.

I watched as the bodies lay rotting and then were burned away by the fiery god who only knew how to destroy what people loved most. I watched and watched and watched as though I was there in that moment in time. The scent of burning rotting bodies filled my senses, the heat kissed my flesh and threatened to take me with it. Even though I cried, I could still see it all so clearly.

Réalta begged me to stop, pleaded with me and tried to tell me it was all a lie. That he loved me. That he was never intending to follow through. That he was so so sorry. I was too angry with him to believe him. Not until it was too late as I turned the page and filled it with more detailed scribbling art. His most painful secrets and vulnerabilities torn from him and put on display for me to see and for him to relive.

It was too late and the irony is that he did love me. It was not enough to save him, and with that burned out and his very existence devoured by the ever hungry Eye. A delicious main course, but of course it wanted dessert.

Centuries upon centuries of vulnerabilities and all Carmun could do was watch in horror and wait for her turn. I filled that book with their secrets. With their screams. With their deepest most agonizing pains.

I filled every single page with fire and rot. With countless deaths and loneliness by their hands or the cost of their own actions. I watched every single moment of that terrible montage as the Watcher gorged itself upon the Fear of gods. I watched with sick delight as I made Carmun suffer for what she had done to me. To countless others before me.

I was delighted, I was terrified, I was sobbing and angry and tangled in memories and emotions not mine. I was lost.

Then it was done. I do not know how long I stayed in that space, but when I came back to reality I was suddenly dizzy and trembling. My hair was burnt and destroyed. There were scorched patches on the rug twisted with the warped rotten wood. As though I had drawn the rest of the home back to what it should have been, but that single mark of both remained. A coffee stain on the canvas of my life.

I wanted to collapse there, but some stubborn part of me pushed through. I was weak and yet energized by what I had done. As though the Eye was rewarding me for a job well done. I cleaned the house as best I could. All save the mark on the floor and the book remained as physical evidence.

I burned the book, but the memories still live in my head. Flooding me with terrible knowledge of centuries. For a long moment, I was lost in that as I wandered the house. I would find myself sitting in places Réalta once did. Displaying his mannerisms with the terrible truth of killing someone who did truly believe he loved me.

I would speak ancient and old tongues that were lost to colonization and time. I would look for sons I did not have. I would look for lovers that no longer were there. It was not until I found one of my sketchbooks that I came to myself. A solid anchor wrapped in leather and one of my first pieces I had drawn in it. An Impression.

Another ability that perhaps was why the Eye won out in its claim of me. The first Impression I get when I meet anyone. An urge to draw things I did not recognize nor had any importance to me, but had great importance to those that they were drawn for. Sometimes great changes would cause a new Impression to be made. Always more detailed and I would better recognize who they belonged to if I knew the person better.

It was my grandfather’s Impression. Drawn after we had gotten the call that my parents had died. A terrible accident, they claimed. We had both known better, but knew better than to investigate then.

The drawing was of a nest of twigs, bones and branches in a tree and within was a worn and dented bucket whose handle was held by a large blue heron. Inside the bucket was a brittle brilliant orange orchid that seemed half-way towards death. Bones of the dead that made the nest. Rot threatening the trunk as much as fire was trying to. A shadow of a predator circling. Red splotches that must have been blood. A protector determined to shelter his flower from the world that was too much. Colors splashed all over in a way that was nonsense and yet… I realized it was me that he was protecting. That my grandfather had put so much of himself into protecting me from the world beyond. Tried to teach me as best he could.

I suppose it was not enough in the end, he could only protect me for so long and the bucket was no doubt upended by now, but… I found myself. I fed the Eye enough to make it… amenable to my terms. I would choose who to feed it. I would feed only the worst and most terrible at the cost of myself, filling that empty bucket with terrible things and memories in an effort to keep any more of it from spilling out into the world.

There are a lot of terrible people and I suppose, in reality, I am one of them.”

There is a shuddering breath and at some point Champagne must have started crying. Soft sniffles as she tries to calm herself. There is a rustle of fabric as Jon starts making sounds of concern and panic. “Oh my god, I am- hold-hold on here I… I have a napkin in my pocket somewhere- I uh… st-statement ends.” A soft ah-hah and Jon holds his hand out to her. He sounds worn out as well, but also sounds far more steady than before, “Here. I… I think the bus is going to leave soon. We should go.”

“Thank you… and yeah. We should,”

[Click]

[Click] The sound of a busy airport in the background. Though with the clinking of glasses, it sounds a lot like they are sitting in a busy restaurant.

“Are you absolutely sure you do not want to come with me?” Jon asks earnestly, worry in his voice.

Champagne laughs tiredly and there is the sound of a glass being lifted and glass clinking inside as she knocks back her drink and sets the glass down, “Not really, but I think I am more a danger to your mission than not. Besides, someone needs to distract the Stranger so you can get home with your skin still attached to you.”

Jon groans and sighs before taking a sip of something, “Hopefully I can find answers when I get home. Cold Hard Logic sounds like a tall order when it comes to these Fears.”

“It does, but I am sure you will figure it out.” Champagne and the sound of a shift of clothes and the sound of bumping her bumping shoulders with him, “And don’t become a Stranger yourself. You have my number now. Reach out once in a while. Provided you don’t forget about me.”

“How could I possibly forget the person who fed Gods to the Eye? Or snuck past the TSA?” Jon muses at her.

A soft snort from Champagne and silence before an announcement is made over the loudspeakers and she hums, “Sounds like you should get to your gate, Jon. Thanks for the drink. I genuinely wish you the best of luck. Please try to take care of yourself and trust your anchors.”

“Oh! Yes, well I make no promises…” A sound of confusion as he trails off, “I… what was I saying?”

The shuffle of paper being slid over to himself and picked up and another sound of confusion, “What is this?” Another muffled announcement over the loudspeakers and realization seems to seep in when Jon gasps.

[Click]

#jonathan sims #Jarchivist #tma jon #fanfiction #my writing #Champagne Pailyu #OCs #TMA AU #I need to name this AU #Maybe Lonely Ghosts?#Lonely seems to be a very prominent issue in both stories #Lonely Ghosts AU #The Magnus Archives #writing #fanfic

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multifandom-fanfic-writer · 1 year

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Hello friend, and welcome!

As the name implies, I write fanfic for a lot of different fandoms. My Ao3 is multifandom_fanfic_writer and you can find plenty of fics there.

My biggest fandoms are Naruto (I'm the author of the Akatsuki!Sakura story, Shinra Tensei, which is basically my life's work) and Hannibal. For Hannibal I've written a variety of fics: from cute to sad, a few kinky fics; and a variety of AU's.

Other things I've written are:

The Sandman fics (Dreamling and a crossover with GO)

Ace Attorney fics (Wrightworth)

TMA fics (Martin adopted by LonleyEyes, JonElias, a few others)

Avengers fics (gen and FrostIron)

I've also written a Geraskier (Witcher) fic and am writing a Steddy Hands (OFMD) fic.

If you're interested, take a look, and if you like them, let me know and make my day better! :D

Love, Multi

(art by azherwind-art!)

#fanfiction #fandom #multifandom-fanfic-writer #pinned post #welcome to my blog #shinra tensei #akatsuki!sakura #hannigram #dreamling #wrightworth #jelias #frostiron #geraskier #steddy hands #fanfiction rec list #fanfic rec #my fics #my writing #narumitsu

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worst-archivist · 8 months

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ℐ𝒩𝒯ℛ𝒪~

Welcome! This is my rp/ask blog for Jonathan Sims, head archivist of the Magnus Institute. If you are not familiar with The Magnus Archives, expect sarcasm and pessimistic cynicism galore. Also expect triggering content. The Magnus Archives in and of itself deals with basic phobias such as the feeling of being watched, possession, bugs, paranoia, the apocalypse, and several more. If you struggle with any of these topics, I suggest avoiding this blog. While gore and body horror appear in TMA as well, I will write about these a lot less. Gore and body horror tags will be listed below, along with some others.

Also, I have AU ideas that I’d LOVE to incorporate here, but for now this blog is based on season 1 Jon and any random head canons that I may have come up with.

ALSO also, I might throw in some of my drawings and/or fic ideas once I improve them a little bit. My sketchbooks are absolutely covered in tma doodles, so maybe I’ll throw in a few here and there. Who knows, flip a coin.

ℳ𝒪𝒟 ℐ𝒩𝒯ℛ𝒪~

Hello! I’m Lilith. My pronouns are they/them, and I am going into my senior year of HS. While I am obsessed with tma, as of writing this post I have to admit that I haven’t listened past ep 130. Keep in mind that I don’t really care about spoilers, but don’t expect me to know them LMAO. My likes/follows will come from @testing-999, but I doubt anything else.

ℛ𝒰ℒℰ𝒮~

1. No nsfw content. Jokes, references, etc. are fine but I will NOT be doing any straight nsfw scenes. I headcanon Jon as asexual, and will not be budging on that.

2. DO NOT RUSH MY REPLIES. I can and will drop whatever thread or ask I am getting rushed on.

3. Please recognize my boundaries. There’s nothing I hate more than watching a line get stepped on, and once again I will not hesitate to ignore/block you.

4. I had a rp/ask blog back in 2020, but only recently redownloaded tumblr. There’s a good chance I’ll either forget to tag something or that I’ll tag it wrong, so please call me out for it. Just as I don’t want anyone overstepping my boundaries, I don’t want to overstep anyone else’s.

5. I’m not against ships, but keep in mind Jon is roughly in his upper 20s and I will not rp anything with a large age gap.

6. Be patient with me 🥲 I’m a high school senior that over-scheduled their classes, so this year will be a struggle for me. I’ll be as active as I can, but expect inconsistency.

6. Events, ideas and suggestions are more than welcome!! I appreciate any and all feedback, and if you have a fun rp idea I would LOVE to hear it

8. CROSSOVERS ARE MORE THAN WELCOME!! Same with asks too. I love love love interaction, I’m like a little bed bug that feeds off of it.

And last but not least

𝒯𝒜𝒢𝒮~

In character post - statement begins || head archivist

Gore - Ow! Ouch! Owie! || head archivist

Body horror/transformation - metamorphosis begins || head archivist

OOC post - Lilith is sleepy || OOC

Characters besides Jon posting - archives expanding || MORE CHARACTERS

Crossover rp - does your world have coffee? || CROSSOVER

Ask - tell me what happened || ASK

Rps including the wonderful @diviningjade - Fashion major? Space girl? Who knows || diviningjade

And any more tags that might need to be made will be added. PLEASE let me know if there’s anything specific that you’d want me to tag.

#Lilith is sleepy || OOC #rp rules

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fullmetalfears · 1 year

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Welcome to the Archives!

Hello and welcome, dear reader,

If you're reading this, you've stumbled upon our little AU blog for Fullmetal Fears - a TMAxFMA AU.

Here, we'll post lore, writing tidbits, art, and answer questions! Mostly this is to prevent clogging up our main blogs and keep ideas and tidbits in one place, both for ourselves and the potential enjoyment of others who may find it interesting. This blog is currently run by Luna and Foxy, two creatives who wanted to have a bit of fun in their spare time and may have gone a bit overboard on the world-building.

A brief disclaimer: we have hopes to turn this project into a full collaborative fic at some point in the far future, though we make no promises on it, nor that we will update this blog with any sort of consistency. We will also be posting/discussing spoilers for FMA (manga, 03, and Brotherhood) and TMA, as well as the contents of the media which some readers may find disturbing. We will do our best to tag posts appropriately, but still advise you to explore our blog with caution.

With these things in mind, dear reader, we hope you stick around and enjoy what we offer to you!

~Foxy & Luna

Lore/World-Building:

The Beginning

An Evening Visit

A Sad Fairytale

Art:

Alphonse Elric

Oblivion & Gramps

Jon Sketches

Confessionals:

001

The mods :

Luna - Hello I'm Luna/Lunes (she/he/they depending on the day) and I am writer of many fictions. I've been a fan of FMA since I was a wee void, and TMA has basically consumed my life for the last few years. I'm here to write horrific things with a heavy douse of angst and quite a bit of silliness too. My TMA Tumblr is @thevoidcannotbefilled. Hope y'all enjoy~

Foxy - Heya, I'm Foxy - I also go by Jaybird/Jay - (they/them)! I'm a queer, disabled artist, beginner writer, and game dev just taking life one day atta time. I've loved FMA since I was a baby Foxy, and TMA basically got me through the pandemic. Both have very much colored my tastes in world-building and character-writing. You can find my Tumblr at @foxythehooligan, where I post art and collect all the silly lil things that make me happy. Stay tuned!

#pinned intro #fullmetalfearsAU #fmaxtmaAU #tma #fma #fma manga #fma 03 #fma:b #hello and welcome

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disregardcanon · 1 year

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hello everyone! this is the end of year writing meme i always do. if you would like to do it, please tag me! i’d love to see your results

Total Stories Written: 12 stories

Total Words Written: 81,878 Average Words Per Story: 6,700 Shortest Story: Hunting for Belonging at 2,161 Longest: i’m not counting hell is for children because it’s a short story collection, so the longest is Are You There, Mom? It’s Me, Luz at 12,208

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted? Less, but I always write less than I predict. I judge myself vs my lonely college years where I had very little to do most of the time, which makes a writer prolific

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write most?

pairing: lumity

genre: kid fic, actually. with the encanto fic about isabela as a child, the amity as a child fic, the sokka imperialism au, the luz noceda kid fic and then hell is for children, a collection of tma horror domains featuring kids... yeah. i just wrote a lot about kids

fandom: the owl house

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? well, i wrote a fic focused on luz noceda getting her first period and i think that would have surprised me

Did you take any writing risks this year? hell is for children has been a pretty big writing risk in general. “children in fear domains” is a niche concept enough that even though i have some people who REALLY like it, it’s still not by any means popular. i’m sure it’s also given me a strange reputation in the tma fandom

Do you have any fanfic or general writing goals for the new year?

i plan to keep working on the owl house persuasion au that i’ve written 15k or so for, and continue pushing myself into more original fiction. From the past year of writing, what was your…

Best story of this year: Are You There Mom? It’s Me, Luz this one has the most meat to it, the best sense of place, and the strongest narrative and thematic cohesion. it was also a BIG RISK so the fact that anyone enjoyed it at all was a nice bonus

Personal favorite: The Many Copies of Caleb Wittebane I just really enjoy this one. Writing it made me feel like the old days when a story would claw its way out of my head and then i’d be left holding the confusing, fucked up bag

Most under-appreciated: Welcome to the Family (Whether You Like it or Not) this is the second part of what i dubbed my “sokka imperialism au” and it takes a LOT of work and mental fortitude to write. while there are a few people eagerly awaiting the next installment (which is coming! i promise!) it still has under 25 kudos. which. oof. it’s hard with a project that takes this much effort

Most fun to write: home of... what? this is an owl house lumity fic where witches reproduce differently than humans and it inspired the idea for the period fic. it’s mainly about amity being BAFFLED by humans and the two being cute and gay, and let me tell you: that’s a joy to write

Story with the single sexiest moment: i didn’t write a single sexy scene that i posted this year. oof

Most challenging to write: sokka imperialism au

Biggest disappointment: a ghost and a crow while i’m pleased with how this turned out, the original plan when i started it last january was to write a STORY and not “inej and kaz and jesper character study and some worldbuilding”. i’m pleased with what i got but disappointed that it wasn’t more

Favorite character to write: edalyn clawthorne. i only wrote her for one fic i posted (and a few that i didn’t) but she’s such a joy. i love that weird owl milf

Favorite opening lines: The first time that Phillip makes a grimwalker of his brother, it dies before it ever takes a breath- screaming itself to death in the darkness.The second time, it fully forms and does, actually, take a breath. And then it dies. The Many Copies of Caleb Wittebane

Luz tends to play by herself during recess. This isn’t as much because Luz doesn’t like playing with other kids as because other kids don’t like playing with her. Are You There Mom? It’s Me, Luz.

Lizzie Lee is the only child of a single father. Smart as a whip, independent, and precocious. Curious. She wants to know everything. hell is for children chapter 4, a lotta true crime

Favorite closing lines:

Terry and Claudia are happy: just two dorky teenagers in love. They have a marvelous quest between them full of magic, mystery, and a chance at restoring Claudia's loving father. The one who accepts Claudia, even the bits of her that neither of their cultures like.

Viren's awakening will tear them from this lovely dream of theirs, and the journey to his full resurrection may shatter it entirely. But the love that was shared will still matter, will always matter, even if it's left in the ruins of pain.

a little grace for the human race

Mom can make her feel bad and dad can ignore her on and off, but they can never use someone else against her again. Just as long as she keeps up her appearances.

Things will be alright. They have to be. Her siblings are illusionist prodigies, after all. Amity can learn a thing or two from them.

This Family is an Abomination

“That’s adorable,” Jesper coos, leaning up against the wall.

“Don’t call the Wraith adorable,” Kaz orders, “you’ll lose me valuable credibility."

“Adorable,” Jesper coos, quieter this time.

Other favorite lines:

a ghost and a crow

“Alright, back on topic,” her mother says. Camila Noceda has always been good at reining in a conversation when it got too off topic. “I’m going to go order the pizza. Is a pepperoni and an… anchovies and pineapple alright?” She shudders as she says Amity’s preferred pizza toppings.

“It’s not that bad,” Luz assures her, “we had something that tasted like that a lot on the Boiling Isles!” Luz will be eating the pepperoni, of course, but food from the Boiling Isles isn’t horrible . Most of it doesn't even give her food poisoning!

“I will never understand witch food,” her mami mutters, shaking her head as she turns towards her room.

Good Enough for Someone

"Amity-" Her face is turning red in anger now- scrunching up like a craisin.

"But he doesn't have to do anything to make up for it? Really? Kidnap people? Threaten to kill them? It doesn't even matter! Everyone loves the Golden Guard!" Amity is gasping for breath by the time that she's finished her rant.

everyone’s a bit of a fixer upper

#end of year writing meme #sunkelles writes

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versin-surfin-moved · 2 years

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Welcome all!

Hello! Welcome to my blog, I hope you find what you’re looking for here. I run this rp blog, feel free to call me Stella. (For a more in-depth intro, click here )

This multimuse is independent, crossover and double friendly, welcomes OCs, and pretty nonselective. Feel more than free to shoot me a DM or an ask (although I’d prefer if you specify if you want asks to be answered privately- if not specified I will just answer it out in the open) at any time about anything within reason.

For the rules, click here

For my muse list, click here (for those not wanting to click a link, muse list will be under the cut)

I look forward to writing with you!

Novels

-Jamie Lannister (ASOIAF, GOT)

-Dan Torrance (The Shining, Doctor Sleep)

-Basil Hallward (The Picture of Dorian Gray)

-Marla Singer (Fight Club)

-Mina Harker (Dracula)

-Jonathan Harker (Dracula)

-R. M. Renfield (Dracula)

-Haymitch Abernathy (The Hunger Games)

Comics

-Matthew Cable, Matthew the Raven (Sandman)

-Dr. Michael Morbius (various comics, the film Morbius)

-Steven (The Last Temptation; The Last Temptation, Welcome to my Nightmare, Welcome 2 my Nightmare- albums)

Other

-Father Galahad (High Noon Over Camelot- album, The Mechanisms)

-Mother War (Welcome to the Black Parade- My Chemical Romance)

-Léon (Léon: The Professional)

-Marty Mikalski (The Cabin in the Woods)

-Dorian Gray (Penny Dreadful)

-Whitney Burrows (Clue 2014)

-Adam Ellis (Clue 2014)

-Michael Afton (FNAF, Squimpus McGrimpus’ FNAF VHS tapes videos on youtube)

-The Monster (The Magicians Season 4)

-Cyrano de Bergerac (Cyrano) On hiatus

OCs

-Eleanor Hallward (Penny Dreadful)

-Cassandra Swan (TMA)

-Not!Jonathan Sims (TMA AU)

-David Smith (Fandomless, best suited for sci-fi)

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atlasofthecosmos · 11 months

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Welcome to Atlas' Corner of the Internet

Hey, it's me — Atlas! I'm a pretty chill person so feel free to drop by any time, even with just a hello! ^°^

I'm gonna keep this overview as short as I can for convenience.

Full pronoun sets:

Aer/Aer/Aers/Aers/Aerself

Ve/Ver/Ver/Vers/Verself

They/Them/Their/Theirs/Themselves

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Some potential things I may post are some of my works, including:

- AUs for my interests (incl. crossovers)

- writing pieces

- art (rarely)

- other things within my interest

(I mainly just want a place for my fan content xD)

I’ll also be reblogging some things I find interesting.

Next are my main interests (I may or may not share stuff for it here):

- Astronomy

- The Magnus Archives (TMA)

- Welcome to Night Vale (WTNV)

- SCP

- The Backrooms

- The Stanley Parable (TSP)

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Cluttered tagging systems stress me or so I'm aiming to keep them as simple as I can. The tags I'll be using are under the cut, and will develop over time as I develop ths blog ●u●

Personal tags:

#atlas hums = posts just/mainly of me talking or rambling

#atlas draws = my art posts

#atlas writes = my writing pieces

#original post = posts I made

#reblog = posts I reblogged

Post theme tags:

#astronomy

#tma

#wtnv

#scp

#backrooms

#tsp

#original post #atlas hums #about me

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majickth · 2 years

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Welcome to the Chaos

Hello! I’m Majickth. Any set of pronouns is fine by me!

I’m just a chill artist trying to get by in life.

I mostly post MCYT related stuff, with some variety here or there. Sometimes a bit of Good Omens, sometimes a bit of TMA, a bit of D&D. Whatever catches my fancy. These days, though, I like to draw the funny block game.

Feel free to drop a hello and enjoy my blog! :]

All my art is under #MajickthArt

Ramblings are under #MajickThoughts

Find the mysterious small town AU under #Hermits Hollow AU or the Masterpost here

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not-too-many-eyes · 2 years

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Hello, welcome to my self-indulgent but also very much taken seriously TMA Digimon AU, where the Fears do exist but Digimon do to though and they dont exactly get along.

Long lore dump ahead

So basically Mr. Spider still happens and the Fears still exist and what not but when Jon is 13 (I know I drew him more like he was 11, in my defense I am not experienced with drawing child/characters younger than 15) he "accidentally" (because there are no accidents when it comes to who enters the digital world) falls into the digital world, he meets Herrismon, Gerry and Micheal (I am going with the idea he joined the Institute in 2003 like what MAG 167 says for timeline purposes.), becomes very good friends with them, becomes Herrismon's partner, and saves the world

The gate doesn't close after that though, so Jon still has access to the Digital World even after he saved it, same with everyone else.

There's more details and story beats, like how the digital world does leave marks on a person and the gang is partially digital themselves and that time Jon almost killed everyone due to improper biomerging (fusing with your digimon so it can evolve) but that deserves an entire post for itself so lets skip Jon, Gerry and Micheal's adventures for now.

So ever since Michael disappeared Jon and Gerry have been trying to find him, (and they know he isn't dead, his partner can still feel there bond if he died that would of been broken) and this leads Jon to The Magnus Institute since Michael mentioned working there and Micheal mentioned having to go on a business trip around the time of his disappearance, This Jon is like a mix of S5 with S1 Jon in the sense that he isn't a prick all the time and even though trying to get along with him is still like trying to hug a hedgehog, its like a hedgehog who's spines are made out of foam, if that analogy makes sense. He becomes friends with Tim, not just because I adore there friendship but also because Tim gets a digimon partner during Jon and Tim's time in research and Jon helps Tim get used to digimon nonsense. Like a potato with wings turning into a 10 foot tall angel man.

I haven't figured out his relationship with Sasha except that its a bit tense, there not too friendly with each other.

Jonah has a hard time Seeing Jon, he can see the Web and Spiral marks on Jon clearly, and he knows he's connected to Gerard Keay and Michael Shelly, but other parts of him are fuzzy, like tv static, I'm not sure how this affects his choice of archivist yet.

Either he does become the archivist or he becomes an assistant to Sasha, one of the two.

Im not writing out the entire plot, mostly cause I dont have it all figured out but also because this is getting really long so yea, that's what's going on with Jon when the story starts.

#tma jon #tma #digimon #digimon tma au #tma fanart #the magnus archives fanart #tma au #the magnus archives #tma art #art #my art #fanart #long post #digimon au

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lordnyofthelakemain · 2 years

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I posted 6,620 times in 2021

53 posts created (1%)

6567 posts reblogged (99%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 123.9 posts.

I added 62 tags in 2021

#reblog - 13 posts

#prev tags - 8 posts

#reblog bait - 6 posts

#huh - 6 posts

#my beloved!!!!! - 6 posts

#long post - 5 posts

#i did a talk - 5 posts

#supernova sys!!! - 5 posts

#idk - 4 posts

#pfft - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 132 characters

#where i live it was handled easily and i barely went out during quarantine and the first time i wore a mask was about two months ago

My Top Posts in 2021

never seen tma but both characters get misunderstood a lot and deserve more love

Jon loves cats and that’s all I need in a character :)

And Gima,,, well she’s got lotsa trauma and being told she’s manipulative for being a puppeteer? The pain I put her through istg

But Kiibo is just 10/10 he’s a baby and I love him

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susie: cannot flirt for shit ralsei: is somehow worse at flirting than susie is kris: IS A FUCKIN SMOOTH TALKER

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Hello! *gives you guys head pats* ~Ryan and Jonny d'Ville

AAA HEADPATS HI!!!!

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Hey!! Welcome to the humble abode of Oliver! I use he/him pronouns :)

I will not hesitate to block people if they seem iffy to me!

DNI

-NSFW blogs

-queerphobes/fatphobes/etc

-trump supporters

-anti-BLM

-antimaskers/antivaccers

Make sure to go follow @mygenderisidiot !!!

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au where squirrelflight dumps bramblestar and gets some fucking peace and quiet for once

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Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #PFFT THAT LAST ONE #that is just glamorous #AND MY INTRO POST IS MY SECOND MOST LIKED???#CMON THATS JUST SAD

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morguecrow · 3 years

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Hello your tma wing aus make me 🥺🥺🥺🥺

dang i JUST saw this. thanks ?? i think??? i think this is a good thing.

anyway !!! you’re welcome anon. i have a lot of emotions about birds, they are my favorite research subject, and it gives me immense pleasure to have taken this knowledge and written essentially magic spells of reaching through the internet and Making Other People Feel Emotions Also. writing is a great power!

#morgue.txt #caw and response #that is my ask tag now.#tma #the magnus archives #wingfic #Anonymous

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22ratonthestreet · 4 years

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IM, OKAY I JUSG CAME ACROSS YOUR AI-CHIVES AU AND IM LOOKING SO HARD!!! Like, I have my own version with The-Black-Mesa-Archives, but like, so have such big brained ideas I’m sfahFahFhaafF it’s just all so good. Like I’m, speechless at how good it is. I do like how everyone just looks at Gman and goes “Yep that’s the Elias” and moves on. I can’t put how much I love this into words but I’m, I’m looking so very hard with all of my eyes.

AAAAAA HELLO sgnskjfndjks thankyousomuchnjkdgjkfns it’s been a communal effort of a handful of wonderful anons with their gay little ideas and my own inability to think about things that aren’t tma or hlvrai...mmm tasty brainrot

im glad you like it even though its so disorganized and all over the place lmao welcome to the circus

(also um i have a special place in my heart for your sunflower tattoo gordon and i think about it a lot so uh fsdkjgnjkfdn yeah u h YEAH)

#ask #sndjkfnsjkk YEAH #constantly-cloud #ai chives au #mentions of tma #22ratonthestreet

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starlightthroughbrokenglass · 3 years

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Hello! I have recently started listening to the Magnus Archives, partly because I was very intrigued by all the wonderful Jonmartin fanarts I see on your blog and other tumblrs. I LOVED season 1 and just started season 2, but I kinda want to dive into Jonmartin fanfic already. Do you have any recommendations for spoiler free stories?

Hello, anon!

Welcome to the fandom! I’m so happy to hear that you started listening to tma and that I had a hand in that! I love that podcast so much! And I do understand the need for good spoiler-free fics.

I went through my bookmarks and have to say that most of the fics are unfortunately set at the end of season 4 and if you want, I’ll make you another list of fics that you can read when you finished that season. But I think I also found some that should be safe to read now. I’m gonna put them under the cut.

Happy reading and I hope you enjoy the rest of the podcast!

Te Amo In Aeternum by Archivist_Essa (1k, rated T):

It was the smile that did it.

This is a very short and sweet fic which I’m pretty sure I found because of this art by @miskapestek. As the author’s note says it’s kinda a prose poem, but I really enjoy that sort of thing.

lights up (and they know who you are) by acetheticallyy (@judesstfrancis) (2k, rated G):

“Come with me then?” Jon mostly suggests it just to see the way Martin bristles at the idea. He’s not disappointed.

“What?” The question is nearly a shout. Jon tries not to laugh. “No! You’ve already told me your boss is meant to be there, he sounds like a creep.”

This is a slight au in which there are no spooks and Jon and Martin are roommates. Jon still works in the archives but Martin doesn’t.

tea, blankets, and a damnable stubborn attitude by ivelostmyspectacles (6.5k, rated T):

“Are you really gonna stay here and pester Jon all evening?”

“I’m not pestering him,” Martin retorted, sounding vehement if not busy going through the cupboards. “I’m heating up soup.”

“Oh, you might as well make him another cup of tea while you’re at it.”

“Oh, good idea.”

Jon shot Tim a withering look.

A nice sick fic. Jon is sick and Martin makes it his mission to take care of him. This one is from Jon’s pov and there’s a companion piece from Martin’s pov as well. They’re set in season 1, so I hope they’re spoiler-free.

infinite by ivelostmyspectacles (8.5k, rated T):

Martin spared another glance at Jon’s sleeping face. He was always so relaxed, like that. The lines smoothed from beneath his eyes, and the crinkles from his forehead. Like he was just Jon, and not the Archivist.

… of course he was just Jon. Just his Jon.

The aforementioned companion piece to the sick fic from Martin’s pov.

The Morning After by The_Lonely_has_always_had_me (12.5k, rated T):

His rising panic brought the nausea back full force as Jon just blinked at him for a long moment. He was going to be fired while hungover and mostly naked on his boss’s couch...and yeah, okay when strung all together like that, it sounded much more deserved.

This is the first part of an amazing series of pure fluff. It is set in season 1 but I just saw that two of the characters in it have not actually appeared on the podcast yet. So maybe wait for at least mid-season 3 to read this one. But it’s just SO GOOD!

#asks #anon #the magnus archives #tma #jonmartin #fanfiction #fic recs #i'm really sorry anon that i have only so little to offer right now #come back when you've finished with season 4 #then i have some really nice treats for you #but maybe some of my followers have some more recs?#starlight talks

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hartsgold · 4 years

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𝐀𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨. 𝐕𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐨. 𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫.

𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗. 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚎, 𝚏𝚘𝚍𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕. 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚎, 𝚛𝚑𝚎𝚊, 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.

i’ve been working as a researcher at the institute for four years now, and am familiar with most of our significant contracts and projects. most reach dead ends, predictably enough, as incidents of the supernatural, such as they are - and i always emphasize there are very few genuine cases - tend to resist easy conclusions. when an investigation has gone as far as it can, it is transferred to the archives.

now, the institute was founded in 1818, which means that the archive contains almost 200 years of case files at this point. combine that with the fact that most of the institute prefers the ivory tower of pure academia to the complicated work of dealing with statements or recent experiences and you have the recipe for an impeccably organized library and an absolute mess of an archive. this isn’t necessarily a problem - modern filing and indexing systems are a real wonder, and all it would need is a half-decent archivist to keep it in order. my predecessor was apparently not that archivist.

from where I am sitting, i can see thousands of files. many spread loosely around the place, others crushed into unmarked boxes. a few have dates on them or helpful labels such as 86-91 G/H. not only that, but most of these appear to be handwritten or produced on a typewriter with no accompanying digital or audio versions of any sort. in fact, i believe the first computer to ever enter this room is the laptop that i brought in today. more importantly, it seems as though little of the actual investigations have been stored in the archives, so the only thing in most of the files are the statements themselves.

it is going to take me a long, long time to organize this mess. i’ve managed to secure the services of several researchers to assist me. I plan to digitize the files as much as possible and record audio versions, though some will have to be on tape recorder, as my attempts to get them on my laptop have met with… significant audio distortions.

that’s probably enough time spent making my excuses for the state of this place, and i suppose we have to begin somewhere.

𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗, 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚎, 𝚏𝚘𝚍𝚕𝚊𝚗.

𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙨: photography / texture art / tma s01e01 blurb & transcription.

Hello! If you’re reading this, welcome to the hell that is The Seiros Archives. I’m hoping to make this as comprehensive a series translation as possible without integrating too many spoilers/telling the stories of characters that aren’t mine (save Sothis and Rhea, who seemed lore-mandatory additions). For example, I don’t have a character to fulfill [Gertrude/the past Archivist’s] position, simply because I can’t think of one and would prefer not to kill anyone off that might want to use this as an AU base. (Feel free to, btw! Just let me know/tag me in your verse thoughts, I’m so excited to read ‘em!)

Spoilers below. Additionally: please peruse the Wiki pages with caution. There’s a trigger list for TMA episodes/general content warnings located here.

Essentially:

The Seiros Archives is an institution that’s existed for two centuries, currently under the jurisdiction of one Rhea, who claims to have come into control of it within the last decade or so. Obviously, this is not true. Rhea’s been alive since the founding of this institute, as she had it built order to resurrect Sothis/The Beginning/The Beholding, [her mother].

Sothis is both a God and not. In TMA, Gods are also known as ‘The Entities’, or The Fears. They are described, on the wiki, as such:

The Entities are various aspects of an amorphous force of fear that exists next to reality. Their influence upon reality manifests as supernatural happenings - all supernatural phenomena in the world are simply extensions of them. These phenomena can take various forms such as people, animals, monsters, books, objects, or places.These entities do not simply feed off of our fear, rather they are our fears made manifest. “These things... these forces, they are our fear. Deep fears. Primordial. Always looking for ways to grow and spread.” Not all their actions inspire fear, they are simply a part of the process, a means to an end. (cont. This link includes a list of the Fears and should be read with caution, as there is some horror imagery, etc.)

In this verse, I’m going to conflate Sothis with The Eye, or The Ceaseless Watcher. She is an Entity of Fear manifested specifically as “being watched, exposed, followed, of having secrets known, but also the drive to know and understand, even if your discoveries might destroy you. Fear that you’re suffering for the sake of something watching.” I think her relationship with being able to control the flow of time and know results of the past and future translate well here. It’s terrifying to consider someone who Knows what might happen in the far future can directly alter it as well.

Let’s say that Sothis’ “death” in this verse was a failed “Ritual” of The Eye. Centuries ago, Rhea attempted to bring her mother’s Entity to full power above all the others.

Rituals are ceremonies held in order to empower The Entities. “Most entities have their own ‘ritual’, a symbolic act that, if completed, will allow the entity to merge with reality, changing the fabric of the world as it exert its will and nature upon reality. These rituals have the potential to bring other closely-tied entities along with it. It requires centuries for each Entity to build up the power needed for its ritual, and if it is stopped, it cannot try again until it rebuilds that power base. No ritual has ever succeeded” (x).

When Rhea’s Ritual for The Eye was thwarted, the Entity lost a great sum of its garnered power. I imagine she was an Avatar of the fear, and her connection with her mother was severed to an extent. As a result, she began to construct the Seiros Institute as a means of rebuilding power for the sake of The Eye.

Avatars are essentially vessels for spreading the influence of The Entities. “Some humans can become attached to an Entity and become empowered by it, gaining supernatural abilities related to their patron, but losing some or all of their humanity in the process. Most people fall to the powers through love or fear, though it can happen for other reasons such as debt. Avatars and agents of a power retain their agency but can become physically dependent on it, suffering withdrawal effects, including death, if they go too long without feeding the entity that empowers them” (x).

People influenced by, or who encounter Avatars are often Marked by them, and other Entities alongside their Avatars can sense this fact.

In building The Seiros Institute, Rhea hopes to give Sothis enough power through a ritual to “merge with reality”/live again/to be able to communicate with her once more.

The former hired Archivist stopped countless Rituals of The Entities, and was eventually killed as a result of attempting to quell Rhea’s efforts.

There are tunnels underneath the institute in canon, which I’m going to say is the equivalent of the Holy Tomb.

Characters, once employed by The Institute, are unable to quit/be fired. Literally. This is a canon mechanic, where they can’t even say the words.

TL;DR: This is set in a modern Fódlan. I imagine it as something of a large city interconnected with several other neighboring states, such as Almyra, Brigid, Dagda, etc.

Are there tense relations between these places? Of course! Is The Empire probably allied with a different Entity and is aggravated that Rhea is doing what she’s doing? Very likely! Are Those Who Slither In The Dark likely allied with one as well, or are experimenting on people in the attempt to complete a Ritual? Why Not!

The Entities create very viciously real manifestations of their respective fears, so people have supernatural encounters of all kinds. Vampires––weird lore, but yes. People being replaced by doppelgängers––Oh, Yeah. Circus people who steal voice boxes and dance around with mannequin limbs? Uh huh. Worms? Don’t forget the worms. As weird as you can think of it!

So this modern Fódlan is rife with the eccentric and the supernatural. At the moment, The Seiros Institute is simply an academic place set on recording and understanding those supernatural occurrences!

I’m setting Khalid as the current archivist because he seems the appropriate “linchpin” figure that Jon is in the main series, having been marked by several Entities. As the most knowledge and balance-hungry of the Three Lords, he fits the part. Obviously there’s something to be said of Byleth’s potential role as an Archivist, but the Archivist does a lot of talking, much like Khalid. He also interacts with everyone giving statements to the Archive, and I think Khalid’s canonical tendency to disarm others in exchange for secrets and stories is par for this course.

Nonetheless, if you do want to use this AU as a base for your Byleth or any other character, please don’t feel restricted by anything!

Whether your characters are employed by the Archive, is an Avatar for a Fear, or is simply terrified by whatever the fuck is going on here, please feel free to get in on this! Write it with me! Ask me any questions you might have and I’ll do my best to spoil myself on this wonderful podcast further so I can answer you to the best of my ability! [I’m about 75 episodes in right now, but am content to spoil myself, truly...] So please hit me up anytime. I’m really excited about this and would love to plot things out with you!

#❛ ・ﾟ the watcher’s crown and king — tma. ✧#feel free to reblog!#what have i done.

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syrupwit · 3 years

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Letter for Chocolate Box 2021

Hello there, and welcome to my letter for Chocolate Box Exchange 2021! I appreciate that you’ve taken the time to read this letter. I hope that it will provide you with clarification, inspiration, or at the very least a bit of entertainment.

I have requested fic only for all items below. Although I’ve written more for some sections and less for others, rest assured that I would be thrilled to receive a gift for any of the requested fandoms or relationships.

Please see the table of contents below:

Likes

Do Not Want (DNW)

Fandom: The Magnus Archives

Fandom: Planescape: Torment

Fandom: Stellar Firma

LIKES

My general/SFW likes include:

Surreality and weirdness

Character studies

Lore and worldbuilding

Humor and comedy, especially dark comedy

Psychological, paranormal, and cosmic horror

Stories-within-a-story

Unreliable narrators

Unusual team-ups

Dramatic rescues

Canon divergence AUs

Unconventional formats

My smut/NSFW likes include:

First times

Awkwardness

Characters being super into each other, especially if one or both of them are conventionally unattractive

Jealousy

Xeno

Humiliation with a male sub

Tease and denial

Orgasm delay; also orgasm denial

Dominant bottoms

Mutual dubcon/noncon, or dubcon where the dubconned party enjoys it

I have a very long list of fic likes here.

DO NOT WANT (DNW)

Characters under age 16 involved in sexual situations

Sex without mutual attraction

Hate speech or hate crimes (discussions/mentions of bigotry are fine)

Harm to animals (the existence of ghost animals is OK, and it’s fine to mention animals that have canonically died, but I don’t want to hear about injury, abuse, or noncanonical death of animals)

Bestiality

Scat

Necrophilia (sexual activity involving ghosts or sentient skeletons/undead is OK, just not inanimate corpses or remains)

Sexual activity involving worms / spiders / insects

THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES

Requested Ships: Adelard Dekker/Gertrude Robinson, Agnes Montague/Gertrude Robinson, Evan Lukas/Naomi Herne, Gerard Keay/Tim Stoker, Harriet Fairchild & Simon Fairchild

One of my favorite pieces of horror media! <3 I’ve requested mostly rarepairs for this exchange. Please don’t look to the amount I’ve written to gauge how much I want one pairing over another -- I want all these things equally and would be happy with any of them.

Adelard Dekker/Gertrude Robinson

The respect, rapport, and humor between these two is palpable in the text of Dekker’s statements and the way Gertrude talks about him. She was still holding onto his plans to disrupt rituals after he presumably died. I’d love to know more about their working relationship, the foes they faced, and whatever’s going on with Dekker’s relationship to the Web. Extinction!Dekker would also be awesome.

If you want to get into Dekker’s faith versus Gertrude’s lack-of, please do! I’m really interested in the way that religion/faith functions in a world like TMA’s, and I love conflicts between characters where neither “side” is cast as “right” by the narrative but it’s clear why everyone believes the things they do. But if you’re not interested in touching on this topic, no worries.

Agnes Montague/Gertrude Robinson

Star-crossed as hell. I refuse to believe that they only met once, or that they were entirely somber and fateful and dutiful about it. imo Gertrude generally comes off as contemptuous or irreverent about other entities and avatars, but she seems to reserve a certain respect for Agnes. Agnes... I’d just like to know more about Agnes.

I’d love to hear about their history: how their metaphysical bond works in daily life, the encounters or near misses they’ve had over the decades, the ways they’ve helped or foiled each other from a distance. I would especially love some outsider POV, whether it’s Gertrude receiving statements about Agnes, Agnes hearing of Gertrude’s exploits secondhand, or a third party perceiving a meeting between them. A statement directly from Agnes could also be awesome.

I’d love any AU where they have to work more closely together, as well -- be it canon divergence, or a setting AU like vampire/vampire hunter. (Oooh. Buffyverse AU with Gertrude as a Watcher and Agnes as the leader of the vampire cult that killed her latest Slayer, y/n?)

Evan Lukas/Naomi Herne

“Alone” was one of the first episodes in the podcast that really got me, and the image of Naomi running between those open graves is still striking. I feel terrible for Evan and am so curious about his fate. I’d love to hear more about their relationship, anything that might have happened to Naomi post-Eyepocalypse, or an AU where Naomi rescues Evan from the Lonely or vice versa.

Gerard Keay/Tim Stoker

These two have never met on-air, but I think they’d really get along. They’re both quick, driven, given to quips and reasoned action, and possessed of tragic backstories. Whether they meet somehow pre-canon, Tim finds Gerry’s book in the time between Jon’s return from America and the Unknowing, or there’s a full AU scenario, I would love to see them interact. I think there could be some interesting tension around Gerry’s decision to consciously align himself with the Eye versus Tim’s unwilling conscription, and the ways their family histories have forced them into contact with the supernatural.

Harriet Fairchild & Simon Fairchild

Harriet Fairchild is a one-episode background character with barely a handful of third-hand lines, but I’m very intrigued by her. Simon is a sparkling example of Affable Evil and I would enjoy reading more about his philosophy and relationships with others. I’m interested in the family dynasties connected to the entities and just kind of want to know more.

What are the Fairchilds, and how do they create new family members? Who was Harriet before she became a Fairchild? How does she conceive of the Vast, and what is her attraction to it (or aversion-turned-attraction)? Who is Simon to her -- teacher, tormentor-turned-teacher, evil father figure -- and how do they agree and diverge on how best to serve their patron? I really love explorations of avatars’ different relationships with their respective entities, so I would adore something about that.

Some things that particularly compel me about the Vast: the image and name of the Falling Titan, freedom in nihilism, the comfort of insignificance, call of the void, oceans / storms / cliffs, space, scales of size so large they’re not humanly comprehensible, love for the sky, adrenaline and excitement, hollowness / emptiness, unusual manifestations, alliances and rivalries with other powers.

PLANESCAPE: TORMENT

Requested Ships: Annah-of-the-Shadows & Fall-from-Grace, Annah-of-the-Shadows/Fall-from-Grace, Morte & The Nameless One, Morte/The Nameless One

I completed this game for the first time in fall 2020 and enjoyed the hell out of it. I’ve only played through twice, and I haven’t explored all the routes or possible encounters; please excuse the current gaps and mistakes in my canon knowledge!

Annah-of-the-Shadows & Fall-from-Grace | Annah-of-the-Shadows/Fall-from-Grace

I fell for Annah because of her voice acting (the affectionate wryness! the ill-concealed vulnerability!), and Grace because I love older female characters whose stoic or gracious exteriors conceal fortresses of discipline. While I’m not in love with the way women are written in Planescape: Torment, I really like both these specific characters and crave more interactions between them. Their relationship has a great deal of tension with no real resolution, and they have an interesting mix of similarities and contrasts. I think there are some fascinating possibilities to explore with them, whether platonically or romantically.

Annah mistrusts and is jealous of Grace. Meanwhile, Grace seems disappointed when Annah rejects her friendly overtures, and repeatedly shows protectiveness towards her. (What does Grace see in Annah, besides a romantic rival or just a younger woman who doesn’t like her? If they had met earlier, how would Grace have tried to cultivate her?) Annah is hotheaded and ruled by emotion, while Grace keeps her arguably more tumultuous feelings under rigid control. Then Annah’s implied discomfort with her heritage as a tiefling, and Grace’s turmoil over her identity and past trauma as a tanar’ri, are another potentially exploitable source of conflict.

I’d love something about a bonding attempt on Grace’s part gone awry -- does it get criminal? Unexpectedly dangerous? Uncomfortably sexy? An exploration of how they deal with things post-ending (any ending), or just everyday interactions with the citizens and environment of Sigil, would also be awesome. Hurt/comfort, too -- maybe something where Annah is trying to be stoic while Grace heals her, or a situation where Annah has to take care of Grace and is super out of her element? Or maybe Annah gets mazed somehow, and is shocked when Grace shows up to rescue her? These are all merely suggestions though.

Morte & The Nameless One | Morte/The Nameless One

One of the most complicated relationships in the game, and also (in my opinion) the most intriguing. I’m really interested in Morte’s loyalty to the Nameless One and the way his guilt intersects with and fuels it. They have such a long, twisted history, and the player’s decisions can put so many different spins on it. I’d really love anything about them, shippy or gen. (I would prefer that the focus be kept off their romantic/sexual relationships with women or aspirations toward the same, particularly the sexually harassing comments.)

I’m a massive, massive sucker for comic relief characters encountering serious/dark situations, so I would love anything with Morte in that vein, whether it’s one of his canonical moments of peril (getting stolen by Lothar! potentially being traded to the Pillar of Skulls!) or a new situation. A past incarnation of the Nameless One could also provide the peril. Their relationship has gone through near infinite iterations -- there’s so much to exploit there, and so much opportunity for angst on Morte’s part (and pining, if you want to go in a shippy direction).

Further prompts… Hmm. I’d love something that explores the world of Planescape in general and Sigil in particular; I’m particularly fond of the mortuary, the catacombs, and UnderSigil. It’d also be cool to see their first meeting after the “best” ending of the game (where the Nameless One finally dies and goes off to join the Blood War). On the whole, though, anything where these two are together and bantering would be lovely!

STELLAR FIRMA

Requested Ships: David 7/Trexel Geistman, Trexel Geistman/Hartro Piltz, Number 1/Number 48, David 7 & Trexel Geistman & Hartro Piltz, David 7/Trexel Geistman/Hartro Piltz

It’s difficult to express how much I love this podcast, but rest assured I really, really do. It has been described as a cross between Brazil and The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, and this strikes me as accurate. I love how the tone is at once exuberantly silly, but also dark and horrifying, in a way that doesn’t try to hammer listeners over the head with its irony. It would be hard not to delight me with any fic about the requested gen relationship and ships.

David 7/Trexel Geistman

I didn’t actually ship these two until I wrote 10k+ words of them talking. Then Season 3 came along, and, well, I LOVE THEM. They’re so fun together, and I love the gradual development of their not-quite-friendship -- those few, short moments of genuine connection, that contrast all the more with Trexel’s everyday self-absorbed cruelty and the oppressive horror of David’s situation.

The potential for jealousy and unrequited pining on Trexel’s part here is particularly delicious. (I would be totally cool with unrequited Trexel->David for this request, by the way.) However, I also love the idea of David realizing, with creeping horror, that he has feelings for Trexel, or that he returns Trexel’s no doubt inconvenient and poorly expressed affections. Imagine the songs they would sing.

In terms of prompts… I really loved the in-universe coffee shop setup; something about their time there, or an AU where they get to stay longer, would be lovely. Playing with tropes could be fantastic -- soulmate/soulbond AUs, arranged marriage, bodyswap, amnesia, wingfic, time loops, fake dating, hurt/comfort, one character being assumed dead when they aren’t (and then it makes the other character realize their feelings, oh no). I’d also really love angst, centered around pining or not. I think some terribly painful things could be done with these characters, and I’d love to read them.

Trexel Geistman/Hartro Piltz

I fell hard for this ship right about when Hartro made Trexel drink clone slurry in Episode 5. I love how much fun she has terrorizing him, how he just has to take it, and how he both fears her and scrambles for her attention. (NB: I am 100% unironically into the foot thing, so feel free to do whatever you’d like with that, including nothing.)

I love what a disaster Hartro is. It’s not her fault that she was assigned to Trexel -- he could drive anyone mad -- but she lets her hatred of him goad her into making terrible decisions. At the same time, as a nonnie on FFA expressed a while ago, it seems like she gets more out of the relationship than she wants to confront or acknowledge. On Trexel’s end, Hartro seems to demonstrate the exact sort of mix of “come here” and “get away from me” that captures his attention.

Kink is baked into this ship, so I’ll try to be shameless about requesting it. I was perhaps overly gratified when Trexel was canonically stated to be a masochist (he likes getting shock-collared! and possibly stepped on!). I’d love anything that goes even further with their canon dynamic -- D/s, punishment, bondage; humiliation, degradation, the foot thing; maybe dubcon with a pre-canon Hartro taking out her frustrations on Trexel, or some sort of incredibly messed up corporate training exercise.

Explicit kinky content is far from my only interest here, though -- I’d also love romance, a lower-rated exploration of UST, or something that examines their relationship without getting into kink or sex at all. This is one of those ships where, if you make them hold hands in a certain way, hearts will spontaneously explode in my eyes. Just a fact.

Number 1/Number 48

Standards! So sinister. What’s up with them, anyway? How did they meet and agree to file relationship paperwork together? What are their couples counseling sessions with Dr. Krell like? What were the most egregiously vague pronouncements that Number 1 made pre-canon, and what other work assignments have impacted their personal lives and forced them to cancel reservations? ...How did Number 48 get the murder hammer?

Since these two are, I believe, the highest-ranking members of Stellar Firma to have appeared in the podcast so far, I’d love something about their interactions with other higher-up types or silly protocols or general Brazil-type bureaucratic madness. If there are ominous promises and disturbing implications packaged in crisp business jargon, all the better.

David 7 & Trexel Geistman & Hartro Piltz | David 7/Trexel Geistman/Hartro Piltz

So, I love these characters and the way they interact. I love that they’re all dramatic and ridiculous in their own ways, and that no one is strictly the straight man or the comic relief (though Trexel does come close to the latter).

Gen-wise, these three seeing a common goal through together would be delightful, whether it’s something small or grand-scale or completely imaginary. Something science fiction-y, or crossover with another genre like horror or film noir, could be really fun. Additionally, the episode where they all play a TTRPG is one of my favorites -- I’d love something else about them playing a game together or otherwise letting Hartro explore her passion for elaborate props and scenarios.

Ship-wise, I’ve already talked about why I love David/Trexel and Hartro/Trexel. For David and Hartro, I like that they’re able to have a polite, semi-reasonable conversation, but I was also intrigued by the hint of antagonism in Episode 55, with the angry staring and pointed bed-sitting. I tend to read David as either gay or bi with a heavy preference for men, but I could absolutely get into some David/Hartro rather than a V relationship for this OT3. In terms of shippy prompts, I’m interested in seeing them navigate the same scenarios as in gen, but I would also love some messed up three-person corporate training exercises if you’d like to go that route.

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