#i feel like mentioning martin is holding jon up

[fox-guardian]

I am still thinking so hard about artist Jon.

Like. It's a hobby for him, purely, he doesn't plan to make money off of it. It's just for fun. He doodled a bit in his free time and then took life drawing classes in uni because Georgie insisted he needed to get out and do something more than studying so he. Kept studying. But just art this time.

He would describe his style as a kind of realism, but its definitely stylized in colors at least, as he's impatient and goes for bolder colors for lighting pretty early in his process so he doesn't lose the feeling of the piece, especially if it never gets finished. He wants to keep the vibes, just in case he wants to go back to it, so he doesn't forget.

He kinda falls of drawing after he starts at the institute, but I think during season 4 he picks it up again to cope with. Everything. He's not using his fancy drawing supplies since he doesn't have them anymore, just office pens and pencils. It's a lot of Martin, of course. But also Tim. He wishes he could ask Melanie to describe Sasha for him so he could try to draw her too, but he figures that wouldn't go down very well. Besides, telling his coworkers he draws is too much vulnerability anyway. Sometimes he even draws The Admiral, but he doesn't often draw animals so it never does him justice in his eyes.

Then at the safehouse, he works up the nerve and asks if Martin could sit for him for a bit. He doesn't need to pose or anything, just stay right there, Martin, keep reading that book, just don't move too much for a while, the lighting is perfect, he needs to capture it. He needs to map it with pen and paper. His phone camera could never catch the golden light on Martin's hair, and besides, the photo could lie to him later. But muscle memory and scratches in paper are harder to change, surely. He needs to record the moment like this. Hold it to his heart. Feel it in his wrist as he swipes strands of hair across the page, in his shoulder as his arm arcs down the curve of Martin's stomach, in his fingertips as he smudges the pigment he bought from the local craft supply shop to form a reddened cheek.

And Martin's cheeks are red. After everything that's happened, all the distance, his heart wasn't prepared for the intimacy of sitting before the man he loves being lovingly analyzed and having his likeness put to paper. It's exciting and agonizing at the same time, feeling eyes on him for hours as Jon stares down every curve, maps out every freckle, mole, and blemish. And when Martin sees the final image as Jon sheepishly presents it to him, he cries. He remembers feeling the fear of statement givers as he read their stories, living it through the words written. It was kind of like that, only instead of fear, he felt the overwhelming love pressed into every line on the page. Every stroke, every smudge, even tucked into the negative space, filling him up until it couldn't be contained, and he burst into tears. (Which worried Jon greatly until Martin reassured him with a hug and a kiss.)

He doesn't ask Jon to stop drawing him. How could he, when it was always with such love behind it? Not to mention Jon was getting back in the swing of it, oiling his rusty skills, and he was so happy doing it. But he will admit it was mildly mortifying seeing their home fill up with so many portraits of him, steadily increasing in their flattering composition. Jon was drawing from his imagination now that he had memorized most of Martin's form, and it was getting out of hand. He once caught a glimpse of a work in progress of Martin lounging and being fed grapes by cherubs. Good lord.

#ramblings with major #the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #jmart #artist!jon #this got out of hand. its fine. akdjsksjs

[xxtaneria]

Boyfriend headcanons | seleccion sub-17

summary: just them being cute asf

warnings: fluff, headcanons

(here are some headcanons of them to kill u with cuteness :) )

- raul jimenez

─ whenever he holds you in his arms, and you trace the tattoos on his arm, he constantly get the the thought to get your name tatted on him

- hector fort

─ when he plays video games, and like, a cute thing comes up, hector always thinks of you

- daniel munoz

─ one thing about him, whenever you go shopping, he always insists on carrying your stuff for you, like  he won't let you carry ANYTHING around him, even the smallest things

- jon martin

─ he kind of gets scared and isn't sure if he wanted to get a tattoo or not. so he asks you if he should but you have to go with him to prove it

- pau cubarsi

─ pau takes notes on his phone on what your favorite things are so, next time if he goes anywhere, he can look at it so he won't forget anything about you

pau prim

─ if you ever prank pau or like do something he thinks is pretty childish, he know how to get his way. he either pranks you back, or just smothers you with kisses until you say not to prank him again

- pablo lopez

─ he really hates being called 'pablito' by other people, because it makes him feel small . but, he only likes it when you call him 'pablito', like you're the only one who's allowed to call him that

- roberto martin

─ whenever you tease him or make him feel flustered, he waits when you least expect it, only to tease you back

- marc guiu

─ whenever marc goes to play for his national team, he gets extremely nervous, because he doesn't want his team to get eliminated out of any tournament their in . you always reassure him that he can get far and he's super happy about that

- juan hernandez

─ he sometimes gets made fun of for being short and you really don't like it when someone does that . so you're around him like all the time so you can make sure he won't be called 'short' . but, he's extremely grateful for you being with him

peio huestamendia

─ when you guys cuddle, peio really likes to be the little spoon . I mean, he doesn't really mind being the big spoon, but he likes your arms around him

- igor oyono

─ if igor sometimes makes you kinda mad at him, he regrets it almost every time . he will even cry just for you to forgive him, but you do eventually

fran arbol

─ sometimes you go to his matches and admire his goalkeeper skills . sometimes he struggles and asks you if he needs any improvement, you always tell him that's it's okay, and he sometimes does improve though

- izan merino

─ if you ever come to his city to play against whatever team you're going against, he always comes in your jersey, just to show a little support

- andres cuenca

─ the first time he lifted up his hair, you told him that his face is fine and he's beautiful, bangs or no bangs . because he always had an insecurity that he had a big forehead, so he often just tied his hair into a small ponytail when he sees you

- marc bernal

─ when he wakes up first, he tries to wake you up and you always tell him "5 more minutes Marc.." . so he always mentions that he made your favorite breakfast just to wake you up . sometimes he did, sometimes, he did.. not

- oscar mesa

─ oscar is most of the time a cold-blooded person and doesn't show much emotion to things . but when you come to madrid for your el clasico match, he cries . he was the definition of 'crybaby', and he treats you like he hadn't seen you in years . it was shocking, but you love it

- quim junyent

─ on the other hand, quim really likes it when you ruffle his hair, it's very soft and fluffy and it makes him feel special

- daniel yanez

─ sometimes he stresses out because apparently his shirts go 'missing' . but when daniel realized that you keep some of them, he didn't ask for them back, he lets you keep them

- paulo iago

─ whenever he sees you play against his female team of real madrid, he wants to support you by wearing your jersey, but he's afraid that he'll be a traitor to his team . so like, whenever he doesn't go out, he wears it, when nobody's looking

- marcos gonzalez

─ he's the type of person to get really scared whenever you aren't around him . so that's why, whenever you two are in the same bed, he uses hand to to search around for your body and pull you close to him

(their instas just incase: rauljimenezz, hctorfortt, danielmunoznavas_, jonmartin.4, paucubarsi, pauprim_06, ppabblo_, robertomartin_10, marcguiu9, juanht10, peiohuesta_, igoroyono_, fran_arbol, izan4_mr, andres_cuenca4, marcbernal_, oscarmesap17, quimjunyent, danielyb7, paulo.iago10, marcglezz_)

#football #seleccion española sub-17 #headcanon #fluff #futbol #raul jimenez #hector fort #daniel munoz #jon martin #pau cubarsi #pau prim #pablo lopez #roberto martin #marc guiu #juan hernandez #peio huestamendia #igor oyono #fran arbol #izan merino #andres cuenca #marc bernal #oscar mesa #quim junyent #daniel yanez #paulo iago #marcos gonzalez #x reader #spain x reader #Spotify

[asongofstarkandtargaryen]

Jon Snow: Bravery of an injured boy

When Jon Snow decides to abandon the Free Folk and return to the Night's Watch he's s injured by an arrow on his leg. His injury is pretty serious to the point that even a couple of days later right before the battle of Castle Black he needs help in order to dress himself and his leg hurts a lotl:

His leg still hurt like blazes when he put his weight on it. He'd needed Clydas to help him don his fresh-washed blacks and lace up his boots this morning, and by the time they were done he'd wanted to drown himself in the milk of the poppy

That doesn't stop Jon from joining the fight, though. Despite the fact that his black brothers try to stop him from doing so, he's stubborn enough to decide that he will help fighting the Free Folk.

"I can fight," he insisted when they tried to stop him.

During the preparations and the actual fight Martin describes Jon using a crutch to move around. We also get a couple of mentions of Jon's painful injury:

He could feel the throb of pain where her arrow had gone through the meat and muscle of his thigh

He went downstairs himself to bar the door, trying to work some of the stiffness of his leg.

So what does injured Jon Snow does during the attack on Castle Black? He fights as an archer among his black brothers. He also acts as a mentor to the newer recruit Satin who is fighting next to him by giving him advice on how to fight and encouraging him. Both men attack the Thenns who stormed the castle's gate ( with injured Jon using Longclaw) and later pour boiling oil to enemies who attempt to reach them. It's pretty impressive for a man who can't even move without help:

Jon asked Satin to help him down to the yard. His wounded leg hurt so badly he could hardly walk , even with the crutch.

Even after the first battle of the Night's Watch vs Wildings, Jon's leg continues to hurt him but that once again doesn't stop him from preparing for the next battle:

He shoved aside the furs and sat. The pain in his leg seemed duller, nothing he couldn't stand.[...]The horn blew again, two long blasts, so he slung Longclaw over one shoulder, found his crutch and hobbled down the steps.

During the battle beneath the Wall he even commands the defense once Donal Noye leaves to hold the gate from within the tunnel( and later on when he dies). Our injured boy does a fine job commanding his fellow brothers. He gives them courage and inspires then to fight harder with his speech to them.

Once again, Martin shows how tired and wounded Jon is in order to highlight that despite all these difficulties Jon remains a fierce defender of the Wall until the very end.

The wall is mine, Jon reminded himself whenever he felt his strength flagging. He had taken up a longbow himself, and his fingers felt crabbed and stiff, half-frozen. His fever was back as well, and his leg would tremble uncontrollably, sending a white- hot knife of pain right through him. One more arrow, and I'll rest, he told himself, half a hundred times. Just one more.

#jon snow #asoiaf meta #canonjonsnow #valyrianscrolls #a post of ice and fire #jon snow meta #ASOS jon snow #asos jon snow vii #asos jon snow viii

[cult-of-the-eye]

More desi!Jon headcanons based off me and @melandrops' conversation:

(assuming Jon is mixed Bangladeshi on his dad's side and white on his mum's side and he was raised by his white grandma, so he doesn't have very many ties to his culture)

He makes chai only on special occasions like on the rare occasion he has guests or maybe on his grandma's birthday or something, I feel like he doesn't have the energy to put the effort in every day and feels too guilty to like treat himself so it's only really for other people he'll make it

He hangs a Bangladeshi flag in his flat mostly out of a feeling of duty, like he needs to have some ties to the country

He owns one singular kurta, a couple of diwas and some old crusted pink coloured powder for holi stashed in the back of a cupboard somewhere

He has one family picture in his bedroom of his parents in a sari and a kurta, holding him as a baby and thats it

He makes biryani in the same way makes chai - only for special occasions and if he had to feed people

A lot of people have a recipe passed through the family but it's never written down, it's always just shown to you but obviously he didn't have that experience so he learned how to cook his desi meals from random Indian ladies on youtube

He has a meagre spice cupboard and feels guilty about it (he just doesn't indulge himself when he cooks, he cooks something that's fast and will fill him up, rather than looking for flavour, partly cause he doesn't have the energy and partly cause he doesn't think he deserves to be properly spent time on)

He has an atrocious accent when saying desi things, which the other desi coworkers make fun of him for slightly (Tim, Martin) so he avoids mentioning that kind of stuff in front of them

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin k blackwood #tim stoker #jonblogging #desi!jon #desi!martin #desi!tim #tma headcanons

[esther-dot]

Do you have any suggestions/meta recommendations for introducing someone to jonsa? My sister was the one one who got me into asoiaf a decade+ ago & while my journey has led me to jonsa, the idea of a jon + sansa romance was completely foreign to her when I finally brought it up after the end of season 8. She’s an absolute blank slate & I want to give her everything but I have no idea where to start!! I bow to your wisdom 🙏🏼

Our minds work in such unique ways, it’s hard to say what would be the most compelling bit of evidence for a specific person? We recently had a fandom poll and everyone is pretty enamored with Jon beheading Slynt, which happens to be my favorite bit of evidence because it involves minimal interpretation, no reading of the author’s mind, a simple wish for a hero and Jon fulfilling the wish. It’s a unique connection between Jon and Sansa.

What makes it feel romantic is that we then have Sansa say “no one will ever marry me for love” and if the pattern holds of her despairing only for Martin to be showing the audience that she needn’t despair (no heroes -> Jon decapitates Slynt, no true knights -> Brienne exists, no one will marry her for love -> ???), she will marry someone who isn’t after her claim, but how will the reader know that person wants her, not her claim? Conveniently, Jon has been offered and already rejected Winterfell. Not just rejected it, said, Winterfell belongs to Sansa. Again, a unique connection.

I find that indicative of intent, one method Martin uses to make Jonsa feel embedded in their personal journeys while they’re so far apart. This will make the romance feel like it’s always been written into their story, not a last-minute development. But, I know that isn’t the line of thought that convinced others, so I will share a few favorite metas.

Find Sansa’s Husband

This one by Istumpy is a great angle to approach bringing someone into the fold. (That sounds a little culty…😅) Some may say Sansa is too young for a husband (we all think that tbh), but if you take seriously the issue of carrying on the Stark line, it is a great breakdown of contenders for her husband, and very accessible to someone who isn’t already invested in the idea.

I’ll include Jon and Waymar parallels because they too seem deliberate. Not sure why Sansa had a crush on this guy who happens to foreshadow Jon’s death unless there’s a connection being made there?

Jonnel x Sansa (1, 2) For some, this is the clincher. If your sister buys into the idea of precanon/history foreshadowing events in the series, this might do it.

Compatible dreams. Short, to the point, matchy matchy. Love. starkmaiden is also responsible for the work of art that is The Jonsa Compendium (not the first thing for a new fan to read, but a wonderful resource once you’re initiated).

Now the next one is one of the first metas I ever read (I was never involved in fandom before Jonsa), and I still adore it years and thousands and thousands of words of absorbed meta later. We didn’t get the predicted endpoint; however, this is where Jonsa began for many people because the OP predicted the Jon and Sansa reunion way before it happened on the show. The ability to predict something accurately makes me take that person seriously, and the OP called stuff very, very early. They even mentioned the NedCat of it all and then the show had Jon/Sansa cosplay them and recreate one of their scenes! Even though the conclusion isn’t what will happen, the argument for Jonsa as a romantic pairing is wonderful. It makes a great, overall case for them, and for many, A Time for Wolves is The Jonsa Meta.

Drifting-snowflakes made a series of posts that are very convincing. They kinda, look at what the show did and point out how that did and did not align with what we might reasonably expect in the books. If your sister accepts some of the broad ideas of the GoT ending, these are compelling arguments for what to expect in Martin’s. A Dream for Spring and Why Jon and Sansa will get married (1, 2)

If your sister is a lit nerd, cappymightwrite is the blogger she’d be drawn to. Here’s a post talking about the incest motif in the romantic movement and several posts about the Jon/Byron connection (1, 2, 3). That being pertinent to Jonsa for…reasons. 😬

A lot of us are fans of The Lord of the Rings and we all know Martin is a huge fan, so maybe your sister would enjoy the parallels between Aragorn/Arwen and Jonsa? I think the idea that Martin is writing his own, darker, more complicated version of that romance compelling.

Or, maybe a specific angle is too limited? Some people work best with a more comprehensive presentation. Here are posts that talk about several things all at once:

Jon Snow: The Silent Unknown and Unthought Answer to Sansa's Hopes

Book foreshadowing

Jonsa Endgame foreshadowing

Book hints in chronological order

Also, over the years I’ve noticed many, many Jonsas come to it via fic, so if she’s into GoT-verse fic, I’d rec thimbleful’s alternate s8 (that was written well before s8) because it’s been called out by non shippers as a great way to wrap up everything we’d been given in the previous seasons. Once Jonsa is something you enjoy, it’s a lot more likely you’ll read theories with an open mind.

Your closer made me laugh, and I’m sorry I don’t have one “this is the answer!!!” recommendation, but I hope one of those seems like something your sister would enjoy!

#jonsa #dot chat

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Vast!Jon Au - time for some REVEALS

Oh, oh, oh, there are some BIG CLUES as to what's going on in this scene.

Fair warning: We don't know no stinking timeline. I am back on my self-indulgent bullshit, y'all, and that means it's ALL going in the pot.

Martin/Jon Childhood Friends

Vast!Jon, professional photographer

Lonely!Martin, YouTube baker

A plane crash! Angst! Drama!

Old guys playing dice with the universe!

Stoker brothers! Archivist Sasha!

Agnes Montague?

Mike Crew???

Nothing is sacred here.

And now... phase two.

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A week of nothing is good for them all, surely.

Jon and Martin text constantly, but Jon will not show his face, or say what he’s doing. So that’s fine.

Sasha swears she’s okay, and shows up for dinner with the Stokers. She won’t talk about Jon. So that’s fine.

Martin is sure none of this is fine.

But he’s in a holding pattern until Friday, which is when he must be at the top of his game. He spends some of his waning bank account on a haircut and a manicure, ensures his clothing and makeup are on point, and prepares for the show of his life.

Not one job application he's sent out has gotten a nibble.

This Lukas thing, whatever it is, has to work.

#

Tim calls it The Martin Effect.

Danny calls it a little bit spooky.

Martin calls it working the room, and considers it an easy performance. Even when performing for a bunch of weirdos.

The Lukas family is… more than a little bit weird, actually?

They’re all tall and freakishly pale, which has to be genetic. Eyes like ice, all of them. They stand in a cluster, watching their guests, like freaky gods made of stone and misanthropy.

Oh, their smiles are friendly, and their handshakes are good, but Martin is skilled at reading people and knows damn well not one of them is actually friendly at all.

But they sure do have a fancy as fuck house.

They'd invited him to their manor, in Kent - which is nearly eighty miles from London, and would have been an automatic no (Martin has seen horror movies) - except that they prefaced the invite by explaining it had to be on a certain date because others’ schedules weren’t very flexible.

Those others were several people like him (nobodies) and several of those YouTubers mentioned in the note (nobodies who’d made good).

The Lukases even sent a car to get him. With drinks.

Fancy. 

Also weirdly lonely, because there was a divider so he couldn’t even speak to the driver, and the car wasn’t a limo but it was too big, and Martin sat in the back and played on his phone and felt severely out of place.

He’s still doing this.

The Mooreland House came looming out of an unseasonable fog like something in a ghost story. Huge, all gray stone, somehow both absurdly posh and weirdly featureless, it does not feel welcoming.

Martin arrived at the same time as everyone else, coordinated. 

Then it was awkward-as-fuck meetup time, which is fine by him.

“No, that’s completely reasonable,” he says to his fellow nobody’s absolute rant about comment misbehavior. “It feels very personal, really.”

His fellow nobody beams like Martin gave them a prize.

Martin doesn’t mean a word because the rant is stupid. They’re internet comments. Yes, humans make them, but it’s humans on the other side of a screen, faceless, nameless, person-less.

Which is how they view you, even though they have your face and name, he thinks, but outwardly commiserates with BabyBrian (whose makeup isn’t very good, but Martin won’t tell them that), then moves on to meet the next nobody in line.

He’s spent time with nearly all the nobodies now. It’s horribly familiar; same as moving every few months and first trying to make friends, then moving every few months and just trying to make peace, same as not mattering and nobody mattering and sinking slowly into himself and his mum not caring, until they came to Bournemouth, when he was six, and his father walked away, and mum didn’t want to move again.

And Martin found Jon.

And for the first time in his life, felt seen.

He remembers that. Even though he was young, he remembers meeting Jon, more clearly than he recalls his father’s face.

But that doesn’t matter, because none of these people are Jon. 

It’s so damn fake. Martin’s good at fake. He knows how to stammer just so, when to drop his eyes, how to smile. 

Just keep it together, he tells himself, because he doubts very highly that the Lukas family (who is watching all of this with unreadable expressions) is going to give them all the golden ticket.

It’s obviously some kind of competition, though to what criteria, he doesn’t know. 

So. He’s himself.

The part of himself that doesn’t have Jon, that is.

There are two nobodies left to talk to in this group, and lucky him, they’re standing together, making it easy. “Hello!” says Martin brightly as he walks over.

So, two things immediately jump out at him.

One: they are absolutely nothing alike, but when they turn as one to look at him, he feels in his core that they are absolutely the same.

Two: that something same is whatever horror now lives in Jon.

It damn near throws him.

They’re connected. They’re serving evil gods. He’s certain.

Martin smiles more brightly to cover his spike of terror and offers his hand. “Martin. I bake muffins.”

The guy responds first, smiling just as brightly and shaking his hand. “Mike. I do optical illusions.”

“Oh, I’ve seen those!” says Martin brightly. “I recognize your voice. CrewsClues, right?” It is a hell of a channel. Obviously, it must be camera tricks, some kind of manipulation, but no one’s ever figured out how he does it.

For the first time, Martin is afraid that maybe it isn’t technical prowess behind those tricks.

This guy can livestream, and while livestreaming, twist a road into spirals, or make it seem like the building he’s walking by has just rusted itself to holes and timber, to mold and curling paint. Fascinating stuff.

Mike also does gross food stuff, but Martin loves food, and won't think about that.

However, he wonders why the hell this guy isn’t on camera.

Mike is fucking hot. Fit, toned, tanned; nearly white hair, shocking blue eyes - and, intriguingly, the branches of some kind of lightning-scar peeking above his shirt to kiss his throat.

Maybe he doesn’t go on camera because his smile is as fake as Martin’s.

Something in the eyes…

Mike Crew is not a friendly person, and Martin logs him away as dangerous.

“That’s me,” says Mike. “This is Agnes.”

Agnes is… Well. Intense is one way to put it. She is unblinking, still as a sheathed knife, and does not smile. Her hair is long and auburn, her eyes seem almost orange, and she’s nearly as tall as Martin.

She also doesn’t shake hands, apparently. “Hello.”

“She’s got that It All Burns channel,” says Mike.

“Oh! Oh, that’s… wow. Fascinating,” says Martin, looking fascinated, internally terrified.

It All Burns somehow combines an unnerving, visceral fear of the dark - of what’s in the dark, unseen - with sudden and violent flame, and there’s never any way to know just what she’s going to set on fire.

Martin hadn't even know the channel was run by a she. The host never speaks.

Of course, it isn’t real, say the comments, because it’s illegal, the things she burns - from as small as fancy men’s watches to entire derelict flats. Because someone would have caught her if she were actually doing arson, and besides - no matter what she’s burning, the flame she sets always looks the same.

It’s white. 

The last time Martin glanced at her comments, speculation was still rife as just what she was doing to make flame white, regardless of fuel.

He stopped checking after that. Agnes’s videos disturb him.

Agnes disturbs him more.

Now that he knows monsters are real… “It’s great to meet you,” he chirps, smiling brightly. “Hey, can I refill your drinks?”

“Naw, I’m about to bail,” says Mike with a shrug that stretches his half-buttoned shirt (white, to make his tanned skin more interesting). “I don’t think this is for me, anyway. I was curious, but I don’t really need the help.”

“Lucky you,” Martin laughs. “Well, I’m glad I got to meet you.”

“Yeah,” says Mike, with an unexpected and appreciative look. “You’re cuter than on your videos. Maybe we should collab, sometime.”

Martin laughs like that wasn’t absolutely audacious flirting. “I don’t really know what baking and illusions could do together.”

“Could do a test. See what happens to muffins over time.”

Mike had a couple of live feeds constantly monitoring food allowed to rot.

Martin pushes those out of his head, because they’re gross. There are maggots.

Why the fuck live feeds like that had an audience, he has no idea, but he’s not letting anything like that near his muffins. “Not a bad idea. Let’s chat about it sometime, okay?”

Mike knows.

He knows he just turned Martin’s stomach.

Mike's smile is cruel.

Martin’s is sweet and sunlight and fresh-found honey.

“See you,” says Mike, and leaves.

“So that was - ” Martin starts, but Agnes is leaving, too. Did they come together? “Not for you, either, huh?” says Martin.

“It’s a trap,” says Agnes.

Martin can’t quite hide this reaction. His eyes go wide, and he goes too still, just for a moment. “What?”

“I like you. I hope you lose,” says Agnes, coat donned, hair pulled free from her collar. She meets his eyes, pinning him again. “Good luck.” And she leaves.

“But what are you - ”

Nope. She’s not going to tell him what the trap is. She’s gone.

Oh, Ariana, we’re really in it now, he thinks hysterically, and sips his drink to cover it.

So does he leave?

He has no other options. He tried to get a job. He tried to get a loan. He has to do this.

He can’t take his mother into his closet-sized flat. Not only would her hospital equipment not fit, they would definitely kill each other within a week.

Jon…

He knows Jon would take him in.

He knows Jon would spend his own money to care for Martin’s mother.

Martin will not do that. He’s refused the offer before. He won’t.

He doesn’t even know why, but he won't.

“Excuse me, everyone,” says a cheerful voice, and Martin turns to find yet another Lukas has joined the fray.

This one’s different, though. He’s not so pale. His smile reaches his eyes. “Thank you all for coming! My name’s Evan. I guess you all know why you’re here, so I won’t drag it out. Leave the long speeches to the old guys, right?”

And it’s not really funny, but his delivery is so charming, and so personable, that Martin finds himself chuckling with the rest of them. 

“It’s time for your individual interviews. Now, I need to stress this: just be yourself. A front isn’t something anyone can maintain forever, and we’re looking for genuine above all else here. As I’m sure you’ve guessed, only one of you is going to get the sponsorship this quarter.”

Yeah, they’d all guessed. A few people sip drinks, nervously.

Martin is not one of them.

“We’re going in alphabetical order,” says Evan. “And hey - there isn’t anything to be afraid of, all right? In fact, we’re giving you all financial compensation for spending the day with us so nobody feels like we wasted their time. Right! Martin Blackwood?”

Oh good, I’m the guinea pig, he thinks, and raises his hand and smiles. “Present and accounted for!”

“Come on dooooown,” says Evan.

Martin snorts. Only one other person in the room seems to get the extremely dated Price is Right reference - the sea captain, Peter Lukas.

Everyone else's looks are just... stone.

“Follow my aunt Susie.” Evan shakes Martin’s hand. “Love your muffins, by the way. They’re great for parties.”

“Right? Thank you,” Martin says, feeling like this is the first time he’s smiled for real all day, and follows aunt Susie down the hall.

#tma fic #tma au #fic in progress #vast!jon #lonely!martin #agnes montague #mike crew #michael crew #peter lukas #wip #amwriring

[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 182 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: cutting the French tamarisk in my garden and moving to the jasmine.

MARTIN: "We stayed in Salesa’s as long as you could." JON: "A bit longer, actually. I was, er… not really holding it together by the end." MARTIN: "Why didn’t you say something?" JON: "It’s fine. I’m fine." MARTIN: "Yeah, now." JON: "I just thought, what with Daisy and Basira, and… You needed a break. Some time to process." MARTIN: "We both did. But apparently I’m the only one who got to." Aw, it's good to hear them talk about it and both being so understanding. Also yeah, Jon was sooo disorientated in the last scene at Upton House. Compared to when they first woke up and he seemed rather okay.

JON: "It’s okay. I deal with things differently these days. I just wanted to make sure that you were doing okay. Was I wrong? To hold off?" MARTIN: "… No. No you weren’t. Just getting the chance to sleep again was…" Hmmm, even if you don't need something, it's still nice to have it and be able to enjoy it. Why is something, we are almost totally unaware of, so good? Comfy bed and sleep, I love you, but I hate you XD

MARTIN: "Okay… could be worse…" [THE SOUND OF BLADES, LIKE KNIVES BEING SHARPENED OR UNOILED SCISSORS WORKING] DR DOE: "Good!" Is, calling something bad you like "good" not a bit of a paradox? XD

DR DOE: "You have come here to over-observe yes? To inspector?" I mean, given how little sense Dr. Doe makes, paradoxes do make... sense for this domain? Oh this is starting to hurt my brain...

MARTIN: [Nervously] "It’s a… Beautiful building." DR DOE: "Do not insult me." lol xD

DR DOE: "You must look in here to see one of our four hundred operating theatres where we ensure any wellbeing is swiftly and awfully dispatched." A Cure for Wellness?^^

DR DOE: "We have a canteen." JON: [Hushed] "Don’t ask about the canteen" MARTIN: [Hushed] "I wasn’t going to ask about the canteen!" Tbf, Martin is quite talkative here and he did ask questions. I can feel Jon a bit there, sometimes when I'm super uncomfortable with someone and my spouse keeps engaging I'm also like "Oh god pls, stop giving them fuel, let the conversation die and let's get out of here!!!"

"She didn’t see what they did with it, but in its place they put a cold and glassy thing, a frozen tube that beats and pumps out ice water that makes her shiver all through the deepest parts of herself." This does remind me a bit of the German fairy tale Heart of Stone. Just the cold heart bit though.

"What if the doctors are finished? What if she is treated, and this is all that there is now? What if she is well?" The hopelessness... A lot of the time we assume there is a cure or a very efficient treatment and the thing’s gonna go away again. But what if it doesn't.

I don't really understand this statement except for that last patient a bit. But the other two? Everything I fear about doctors/health care was mentioned in MAG 177, sooo...

BREEKON: "‘scuse me, Doctor. Just cleanin’ up." Breekooooon! <3

BREEKON: "Wait, so does that mean, in there… The Archivist?" MARTIN: "That’s right." BREEKON: "… I’ll wait with you." Awww, he's so cute...

MARTIN: "But, but like, why would you want him to? Isn’t this whole thing like a dream come true for all of you… monsters?" BREEKON: "You think I dream of mopping floors? No. We’re – I’m a delivery man." Breekon did end up in a dead end, bullshit job. This could be a hellscape all on its own...

I'm baffled how much TMA can make you feel for a monster with almost no screen time... And still, Jon's suggestion of "Maybe we don’t have to feel any way at all." also speaks to me. Breekon & Hope did horrible things. In the end, about him being smote though I don't really feel anything in particular in one way or the other. Funny, feeling for him, but also not. I've come full circle to paradoxes again.

@a-mag-a-day

#a-mag-a-day #mag 182 #tma #tma spoilers

[somanyfuckedupiftruebooks]

Mag 17

The return of Mike! And evidence that he was an asshole long before he made a living throwing people off of towers. Knowingly setting Leitners loose into the world crosses the line from negligence into maliciousness.

I'm so interested in the relationship between Jared and Sebastian. Growing up as friends, despite how different they are. Then Jared feels betrayed when Sebastian leaves for uni and grows to resent him. So when he returns, Jared starts terrorising him, including showing up at his place of work, but is very careful to never do anything in front of witnesses. And Sebastian is still weirdly fond of Jared, despite things like getting hit over the back of the head with books.

Yeah, I think they were exes.

Fun fact! On my very first listen this was my biggest scare of the series to date. Don't get me wrong, the recording from Lost Johns' Cave was creepy, but the sudden sound of the door opening ripped me out of the statement, and at this point I hadn't really been paying attention to the meta narrative so it was completely unexpected that anyone would interrupt Jon. Seems silly in hindsight, but it's very ironic that the first thing in the show to actually get my heart pounding with genuine fear was the arrival of Elias.

Haha, Archivist's in trouble!

As I said during Naomi's statement, this listen through has made realise that Elias is just using her compliant as an excuse to make Jon back off from annoying the Lukas family. I mean, I knew he didn't give a shit about Naomi, but I figured he was just doing this to be a dick and make Jon feel like he's being watched.

I still think he's doing both of those things, but the primary motivation is the fact that he got an annoyed phonecall from Peter and he's trying to hold off their next divorce another couple of weeks.

I'm confused by the line 'if Rose kept her equipment in better condition'. Obviously it's a reference to the fact that he's frustrated by needing to use the tape recorder, by why is that Rosie's fault? Wouldn't it be the recording software on the laptops in the Research and Archives departments that isn't working? What does Rosie have to do with that? Is she personally responsible for all the equipment in the Institute? I thought she was Elias's P.A.?

No idea what Jon means by that. But at least he's going to be more lovely! That should be good to see. XD

Another reason why Elias felt the need to come down here in person, because Jon hasn't flagged anything unusual about Martin being gone and maybe he was hoping that if he pointed Jon in the right direction it might lead to a Corruption mark. Unfortunately Jon is too busy enjoying Martin's absence from the Archives to want to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Alternate caption: MARTIN!!! MARTIN MY BELOVED!!! WHERE ARE YOU???

Love that it's so completely out of character for Jared to read a book that Sebastian flags the entire interaction as weird.

Also a great detail that Jared was afriad even as he was captivated by the book. I will never get over the fact that an essential component of being an avatar is fearing your patron. It's so great that serving them grants power but not relief, not escape.

Poor Mrs Hopworth. She's really going through it. But this whole interaction makes me read her as the mother who disapproves of her son's boyfriend. The shifting of blame from Jared to the book to the man who 'gave him' the book, the way she silently throws the book to the ground and only interacts with Sebastian after he mentions Jared by name, her fury and disgust (she actually spits at him). To me it all reads as classic homophobic 'you've perverted my innocent son with your evil queerness' nonsense.

This might be a tenuous connection, but I've actually read Misery since the last time I listened to this episode, and I wonder if the reason it's included here is because all the fucked up stuff that happens to the protagonist's leg in that book is extremely evocative of boneturning.

#a mag a day #reeah reacts to tma #jared hopworth #mag 17

[tarotrans]

Another Tma Au, because I am bored, and I have a lot of thoughts. Lonely/Eye Jon, PeterJonElias. This isn't good characterization, this is blatant projection, and also really long.

Okay, so season 4 Jon right, he's sad, and he's being either called a monster by people, they are ignoring him, or they blatantly hate him.

Jon gets upset after something happens, and essentially locks himself in his office. No one was expecting him to react like this, so they just ignore it, and hope that he quits being dramatic. Meanwhile, Jon is having a mental breakdown and hiding under his desk because he wants to feel safe for the first time since his coma.

A few days pass, and they realize he isn't gonna leave his office, so they go to get the key. They unlock the door to find that Jon is nowhere to be found, and the room is covered in fog. They try yelling at Peter for this, but he has no clue what is going on. He's been staying away from the Archives, and so they also try asking Martin, but no dice.

Cut to Jonah freaking out because he can't see his Archivist anymore, and he doesn't quite know why because he had been keeping an eye on other things. However, he can still feel that Jon is alive somewhere, he just can't see him. So, he tries mentioning that Jon could be in the tunnels somewhere. They look, and he isn't there.

Finally we cut back to Jon, and he's just cleaning up the Archives once everyone has gone home without anyone realizing. He's quietly getting his work done, and he's leaving before anyone else can show up and get upset at him. The Archives are slowly getting organized, because Jon is a workaholic with nothing better to do, and he's just trying his best to avoid everyone.

Since no one knows where Jon went, things kind of just go on hold overall, because Jonah's plans need Jon. Peter still tries to get Martin to kill Jonah, but Martin just ends up completely fading into the Lonely instead.

Jon has realized by now that something is wrong, and that he's in the Lonely. He ends up accidentally teaching himself to leave it when leaving the Institute one day because he wanted to get a coffee, and the barista couldn't see him. So, now we've got a Jon who actually kind of understands what is going on, and he's starting to feel a bit better about life overall.

He still cleans up the Institute at night when no one else is around. However, one night, Peter is there. He is just sitting in the Archives because he has nothing better to do, and he gets bored with Martin not being around to bug anymore. Peter roughly sees someone in The Lonely and decides to yank them out just to find that its The Archivist. The same person that has been missing for weeks/months by now.

They talk a little bit, and Jon asks a question about Martin, just to realize he can still use compelling, and its gotten stronger, because Peter is just spilling his guts about accidentally killing Martin. Jon gets kinda pissed and tries to leave using The Lonely. He fails, and they just sit together for a bit, because Jon doesn't want to talk to Peter, but the man isn't letting him leave.

After half-an-hour or so, Jon's curiosity gets the better of him, and they start talking again. Peter brings up Jonah looking for Jon, and Jon just yells at him, because 'I swear if Elias is Jonah Magnus I am going to hurt somebody.' Peter kinda just hums along, because that was his reaction at first too.

Jon calms down a bit, and asks about the time, Peter just kinda shrugs because there isn't a clock in Jon's office, and suggests that he go check, as long as Jon stays put. He agrees, and Peter comes back with the time and Jonah.

Jon finally left The Lonely, so Jonah finally saw Jon in the Archives and got overjoyed, because his Archivist was right there where he belonged. Jonah finally gets to the institute around when Peter left the room, so they end up chatting about it for a minute.

They come back to find that Jon is passed out, because as much as he had been taking acre of the Archives, he hadn't been taking care of himself while he was in The Lonely. Jon is exhausted, and now that Peter left, didn't have a distraction.

Jonah and Peter just kinda look at eachother for a minute before Jonah just sighs, and tells Peter to grab Jon, and mutters something about having a spare room on his home. He forces Peter to come with, because serial divorcees, and he can't pick up Jon as easily as Peter can.

So yeah, they end up just putting Jon in the spare room and hanging around the house until he wakes up. Jon finally wakes up the next day, and he's actually doing kind of okay, because Jonah gave him a statement while he slept.

They(Jonah) end up forcing Jon to talk to them, and Jon ends up agreeing to stay for a bit, because he has nowhere else to go. So, a couple days pass by, and Jonah asks if he needs anything. Jon asks for more clothes, and finds them in his room the next day.

They fall into a light dynamic, and Jon ends up enjoying being around them, but its a bit much sometimes, so he wanders off from time to time into the Fog, usually coming back before dinner, sometimes not.

After a while Jon gets comfortable, and kisses Jonah on the cheek as a thanks for something, and Jonah just stops and goes red before walking away. Jon doesn't realize and thinks Jonah is just uncomfortable, so he doesn't do it again.

Something similar happens with Peter, so this causes Lonelyeyes to talk about it, and they are like 'why not, Jon seems interested in us, so we should return the favour' and they start lightly using their own love languages with Jon.

Jon is oblivious until he gets kissed on the mouth, and they end up all talking about it. Peter and Jonah thinking Jon started it, and Jon just not realizing until he lightbulbs. They all go out, and everything ends up being fine.

#lonely jon #jonathan sims #elias bouchard #peterjonelias #jonah magnus #peter lukas #lonely eyes #long reads #jonelias #peterjon

[ao3feed-jonmartin]

Sleepy cuddles

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Hg9LsSd by smokey_eyes84 Basically Martin cooks for Jon, then Jon cooks for Martin the next day. One things leads to another, and some secrets are outed. Also they cuddle a lot yep mhm TW: ELIAS BEING A DICK (i made myself cry :D ) Words: 4643, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood, Original Elias Bouchard, Sasha James Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Additional Tags: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Needs a Hug, Tired Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Mentioned Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Protective Martin Blackwood, Sleep Deprivation, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist is Bad at Feelings, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Set in episode 25, Overworking, Everyone Is Gay, Jon forgets to eat AGAIN, fuck elias all my homies hate elias, elias is a dick to sleep deprived jon :(, Sleepy Cuddles, Martin is a good boyfriend, like seriously im gonna marry this man you have no right to be so amazing, here have some jmart songs, tea-holding (yes that is a real ship name), jmart, why is jmart not a tag wtf, Jon is literally a stick please eat something, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, jon for the love of god martin made you pasta EAT IT!, Martin Blackwood Makes Tea, HOW IS THAT A TAG BUT JMART ISNT HDHDHHD, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Author Projecting onto Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, NO IM NOT WHAT DO YOU ME-, The Author Regrets Nothing, The Author Regrets Everything, no beta we die like gertrude fucking robinson, I Made Myself Cry, Mentioned The Mechanisms Ensemble, WARNING WARNING I MENTIONED THAT ONE REALLY SAD MECHS SONG IYKYK, food is the greatest love language, i’m rambling help, ok im actually done now enjoy the fluff :], OH ACTUALLY I REMEMBERED-, Martin Blackwood Has a Crush on Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Autistic Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, just gotta clarify that- OK IM GOING read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Hg9LsSd

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #tma #jonmartin #jmart #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin fanfic

[amazingmsme]

Day 6: Chase Sneak Peek

In which Michael just wants to have fun with his favorite archivist

Like I said, I'm just looking for some fun. You humans aren't the only ones who get bored you know," he said condescendingly. Jon remained silent.

"I tend to- peak in, from time to time, just to see how my favorite sheeple are holding up," he mused, causing Jon to visibly cringe and roll his eyes.

"Good to know there's actual reason behind always feeling like I'm being watched," he grumbled.

"Oh no, I'm not the only one, but trust me, I'm your favorite."

"Quite the opposite."

"Well, I will be your favorite," he winked and giggled to himself. "But last week, I noticed you playing with your friends. You looked soooo happy then... I'd like to make you happy like that too, Jon."

What a nice sentiment from such a not nice entity, not to mention he had no clue what he was talking about. "Bullshit, you don't want to make me happy, you want to ruin my life!" he snapped, still continuing his struggle.

"Oh, but can't I do both? Life ruining is such a long process, and I'd really like to hear that laugh in person."

Realization dawned on him the same time terror wracked his body, body going stiff and eyes bugging out. Michael cocked his head, that unnaturally large smile forming into a curious pout.

"Why archivist, if I didn't know better I'd say you look frightened," he cooed. "There's no need for that. You didn't have that look when Martin snuck up on you in the break room," he pointed out.

"You keep his name out your fucking mouth," Jon growled, and in a moment he was pressing into the Distortion's space. He had grabbed him by the shirt collar and jerked him so hard his neck snapped at the momentum, their noses almost touching. A few flecks of spit even landed on Michael's cheek from the force of Jon's rage. It genuinely took him aback before a wicked grin took over.

"Your boy toy's off limits, lesson learned."

"He's not my-" Jon cut himself off, seeing no use in arguing with him. His eyes were closed and he pressed a free hand to his temple. "Look. You said you wanted your sick fun, but all you've done since capturing me is talk. I'm a smart man, I know I can't escape this. But I'm fucking tired, and I just wanna go home, so the sooner you shut up and get on with it, the better."

There was a beat of silence, and then a shit eating grin followed by, "If you wanted me to tickle you already, you could've just said so."

#fic sneak peek #fic snippet #fic in the works #tickletober 2023 #tickletober #the magnus archives #tma #tma tickle fic

[asterz-playz-official]

S4: Unwinding Au

Idk what ends up happening with the Unknowing, but Michael and Jon both end up going into that weird comatose state.

I’ve already somewhat described Michael’s dream-thing, and we already know what Jon’s is, but i dunno if Oliver talks to both of them, only one of them, one at a time, both at the same time, or something else entirely…?

But Michael forgets his name and appearance when he comes out of it, acts weird and unsettling, and then Jon wakes up and is like “oh. He needs a statement.”

And so Michael starts recording a statement, while Jon waits, and the “statement of…” bit alone starts to pull him back together.

“Statement of [?], regarding []. Original statement given…. [?????]. Audio recording by…

*voice becoming less distorted* “…Michael… Mi- Michael- Michael, um…

*Almost completely back to normal* “….Sh- Sh-? …sh-Shelley. Recording… I’m recording.

*all the way back to normal.* “Michael Shelley… recording. *Softly* …thanks.”

God, Martin must be SO jealous. /j

But yeah, Michael The Archivist is… certainly something to behold, pun very much intended.

Best part is that Elias can’t behold him anymore. So he just has Jon stick with him all the time. Personal security camera. /hj

Michael just keeps trying to collect every single photograph of himself that he can find and keep them in his office or on him just as a reminder. Cause he’s scared that if he forgets what he looks like, things’ll just go downhill from there.

He has stickie notes on his desk with his name and facts about himself on them, he’s made a tape of clips of himself reading stuff in statements, and of the snippets of his voice that were in Dust to Dust.

However, fears and stuff are… difficult to deal with, when you literally embody them.

The tapes, and any Polaroid photos he has, are the only things that seem to hold up super well.

So he decides to just… record a statement. About who he is.

Fortunately, prior to the Unknowing ritual counter-operation, Sasha had the genuinely brilliant idea to start taking tons of Polaroids of each of them so that they could all make sure they could remember who everyone was, and identify when people didn’t look right. Just in case.

So he tries his best to be clear with his phrasing and everything, and be as specific as possible, even though it hurts and feels wrong and everything.

He fills two whole tapes with memories and information and everything. A-side AND B-side.

His name, why he was named that way, childhood, teenhood, Ryan, before the institute, joining the institute, being in the institute, everything he can remember.

He actually goes to try and start up a third tape before he finally blacks out.

He dreams of a flight of stairs that goes on forever, and wakes up in a cold sweat.

His brain feels like sludge, and he can hardly stand, but someone’s left a statement on his desk, apparently for when he wakes up. It’s “packaged” too neatly, tucked into a file folder and held together with a paper clip, so he knows that it’s from Jon even before he sees the little “J” on the note.

It’s strangely crisp, though. Jon usually has to spend a lot of time carefully smoothing the creases out of any crumpled documents he finds.

Something prickles at the back of his mind about this, but he ignores it, just wanting to take in some information and get ahold of himself again.

It’s only after he gets past the initial record information that he realizes it’s not from Jon at all.

It’s… a statement about… broken glass.

As usual, it’s not actually possible for him to stop recording as he reads, but as he does so, his hands are shaking.

He recognizes the handwriting.

Michael hadn’t even noticed the name was a pseudonym until the narrator mentioned his “taller, skinnier roommate”, and Michael knew who it was meant to be.

Jon would never put this thing on Michael’s desk, he knew he wouldn’t.

Didn’t he?

No, he absolutely knew. Jon wasn’t sadistic.

But Michael knew someone who was…

The moment Michael finished the statement, he took the quick route into Elias’s office and demanded to know what the hell he thought he was doing.

(Guess I’ll continue this later or something, just lost my momentum lol)

#the magnus archives #tma #michael shelley #michael tma #tma au #tma unwinding au #unwinding au #jonathan sims #jon tma #elias bouchard #Elias tma #rambles #thoughts

[omgellendean]

All the emojis, please! For Jon Snow!

Thank you! :3

🐅 - Characterization: character habits, personality, etc.

Before he thought about joining the Night's Watch, Jon had really intense teenage angst over running out of time to reach greatness. You know, "Barristan the Bold got his nickname by thirteen! The Kingslayer was knighted at fifteen, and I still lose to Robb when we train together!! At my age, The Young Dragon was already conquering Dorn!!!" kind of thoughts, followed by morose confidence that after eighteen, all chances to become a hero are over.

🦄 - Characters' physical appearance.

I strongly believe that Jon is short. Not even average height like Ned: if they met again when Jon is all grown up, Jon still would be shorter. And when they finally meet with Sansa, she's also going to be a bit taller :3

💖 - Romantic relationships or ships.

Jon/Val is going to be endgame, much to everyone's frustration, because Martin can't be assed to flesh Val out further than "cool and sexy warrior lady".

Lol, I mean, I think it's pretty clear by now that Jon and Dany (and possibly Tyrion) will become a thing at some point and there's going to be a lot of messy feelings on all sides. And while I doubt Dany's storyline will be the same *insert complicated headcanon here*, I think Jon's series ending got some of the main beats right. Basically, I think he will survive the final battle and feel like he outlived his propose, break up with/betray Dany in some non-stabby way, get disconnected from the society and move beyond the (destroyed forever, tyvm) Wall to that tower he and Ygritte talked about to mope in peace, get rare visits from the family and surviving friends and have casual sex with Val.

💛 - Familial relationships.

Growing up, he and Robb were crazy competitive over everything, from who learns Ned's bannermen's sigils faster (Robb) to who can hold their breath underwater the longest (actually Theon, but he doesn't count because he's older, so Jon). But while for Robb it's always been in good fun, Jon really needed to win every single time and had to learn not to get upset at least outwardly.

🕊️ - Platonic relationships (friends, enemies, etc).

This one is heavily affected by the show, and I recognise this. Still, I maintain that, while they can't stand each other, Jon and Thorne recognise that they both are actually competent people, of which there's a real shortage on the Wall. So if Thorne returns from his raid while Jon is dead, he's going to be really pissed about his assassination. He's going to be even more pissed when Jon comes back to life.

🗡️ - Fighting styles/combat.

While Jon is outstanding at sword fighting by the Watch's current standard, he still has a lot to learn and is not a legendary fighter.

✨ - Worldbuilding or background story elements.

Jon was really fascinated with Luwin's telescope (called Myrish eye here, apparently) and would constantly bother him to get to look through it. He had to stop himself from asking the same from Aemon, when he first arrived at the Wall.

🍁 - Physical locations, flora & fauna.

Jon can easily withstand cold and actually loves snow and winter, but can't bear hot weather. If this boy ever gets to the Reach, not to mention Dorn, he's getting cooked immediately.

#answered #rainhalydia #headcanons #speculations #asoiaf #jon snow #my post #ask game

[esther-dot]

That was interesting post about Jonsa similarities being prophecied to take down the evil queens. One thing can be added about Sansa being prophecied to slay the giant in the 'snow castle'. So the Jonsa are prophecied to take down their evil uncle(LF) and aunt(Dany) and are connected to ice(Wall) and snow(WF). Thoughts?

I love @thewindsofwolves parallel series and that one in particular really caught my attention!

Connecting the slaying the giant prophecy with the YMBQ prophecy is a fun reading because Sansa’s role in Joffrey’s death (taking what Cersei holds dear) is slapped up against the idea of her killing LF:

"I dreamt a wolf howling in the rain, but no one heard his grief," the dwarf woman was saying. "I dreamt such a clangor I thought my head might burst, drums and horns and pipes and screams, but the saddest sound was the little bells. I dreamt of a maid at a feast with purple serpents in her hair, venom dripping from their fangs. And later I dreamt that maid again, slaying a savage giant in a castle built of snow." (ASOS, Arya VIII)

The reading of Sansa being the YMBQ is compelling to me, especially since LF and Cersei occupy evil father/evil stepmother roles for Sansa. Cersei had those quintessential mother/daughter moments with her (instead of Sansa’s own mother getting to talk to her about her first period, having children, talking to her just before her wedding…), and Littlefinger poses as her father/has her pretend to be his daughter, so both prophecies being about their psuedo daughter is fun. In fact, Ned made serious miscalculations with LF and with Cersei, leading to disaster for his family, Sansa in particular who has been a captive of both, so it’s particularly rewarding for her to be the one these prophecies are about.

As for connecting it to Jon potentially taking out Dany, lots of people have pointed out Cersei and Dany parallels, I think I have a post about that lost in drafts somewhere, and Martin even mentioned intentionally creating parallels there, so the fact that they each have a prophecy about their downfall and for it to be about a Stark (Sansa and Jon)...I like it!

A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness. . . .(ACOK, Daenerys IV)

Everyone knows this is an allusion to Jon, some take it as a positive/romance thing, we take it as part of her three treasons, but it could very easily be both. Dany, like LF, could take a sexual interest in the child of a person they say they could have married. Obviously, LF's obsession with Cat transferring to Sansa takes up a lot of space, Dany's mention of marrying Rhaegar is only done in passing, but it was an odd thing to include and it does feel a little matchy-matchy. 👀

You need to open your inbox, you have a talent for finding these connections, and I should be the one sending asks about them to you!

#jonsa #jonsa parallels #anti daenerys #anti jonerys #ymbq #dot chat

[dunkzillla]

New Tricks for an Old Dog (2/?)

William Regal x Wheeler Yuta, Chuck Taylor x Wheeler Yuta

This took a little while but here is chapter two! A small filler chapter until the next one which is Uh, more fruity.

Title: New Tricks for an Old Dog

Pairings: William Regal/Wheeler Yuta, Chuck Taylor/Wheeler Yuta, Bryan Danielson/Daniel Garcia, Jon Moxley/Eddie Kingston, William Regal/Tony Schiavone

Ratings/Warnings: Mature — Derogatory language towards sex workers, mentions of death due to terminal illness.

Word Count: 2473

Parts: ONE

Summary: William Regal is a lonely old man looking for a way to feel alive.

The soft sounds of Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra on the radio are disrupted by loud jockeying, the scuff of boots and grunts.

“Bryan, Jonathon, do remind me, how old will you turn next birthday?” William Regal says as his two wayward adoptees stumble into the room, the smaller of the two hanging off the larger, arms wrapped around his neck in a headlock.

“Forty two, sir.” Bryan says, though he doesn’t release the hold on Jon. Jon doesn’t answer, two busy trying to push Bryan off of him.

“Then it would be wonderful if you acted like it, dear.”

“He started it.” Jon grunts, finally managing to detach his little hanger-oner.

“Moxley, I simply don’t believe that, but even so, I don’t care, not at the breakfast table.” Regal says, and he turns the page of the newspaper he’s reading. His two protégé’s take their seats at the long wooden table, instantly reaching for toasted bread, crumpets and fruit that line the table each morning. His chef, Claudio, makes sure that they have a banquet morning, noon and night.

“So, did you go see him?”

Regal tips his newspaper down to look at Bryan, who’s talking around a slice of toast. “Hm?”

Bryan swallows before he speaks again. “Daniel’s friend, did you go and see him last night?”

“Jesus Christ, you’re not seeing hookers now too, are you old man?”

Bryan’s head whips to Jon, a scowl twisting up his face. “They’re not hookers, they’re sex workers, escorts. We don’t call them hookers.”

“They’re not escorts, you book escorts through an agency, real high class kinda shit, hookers stand on the street and suck your dick for the price of a gram of crack cocaine.” Jon shoves half a slice of toast into his mouth and chews on it like it tastes bad.

“I can assure you the price I paid would get you more than a gram, Jon. Yuta was quite lovely, Bryan, you were right.” Regal says, setting his newspaper down in his lap and picking up his tea to take a sip.

“Are you going to see him again?”

“I think I might, he was very enthusiastic, we had a lovely time.”

“Of course he was enthusiastic, you’re giving him money and a good time, it’s a win fucking win.” Jon throws the crust of his toast down on his plate and pushes himself away from the table, storming away in true Moxley fashion.

“What the fucks his problem?” Bryan asks, grabbing a peach from the centre of the fruit bowl.

“Haven't the foggiest, did he get into a fight with Mr Kingston again?”

“Probably,” Bryan says, biting into the peach and slurping at the juice that trickles down his palm. “He talks bad about paying for sex but paying for sex is better than having sex with Eddie Kingston.”

“Now Bryan, don’t be spiteful. They’re very sweet together when they don’t keep me up till five in the morning arguing about who was looking at Claudio’s rather nice rear end the most.”

Bryan huffs out a laugh, but he finishes the rest of his peach in silence. The music comes back into focus, and Regal resumes reading his paper.

“You enjoyed it, then?” Bryan says after a while.

Regal closes his paper again. “Very much so. He was nothing like I expected. Pretty little thing, very polite and sweet. And dare I say he seemed to enjoy our time together.”

“Danny always enjoys it when I come around. When they get good men it makes them happy. Are you gonna’ put him on retainer?”

Regal hums. He can’t say he hasn’t thought about it. Last night with Yuta was wonderful. He’s never used the services of a sex worker before, hadn’t ever thought about it until Bryan told him all about Daniel and what they are to each other. He’d denied it to himself for quite a while. He’s an old man, he really has no business looking for a young man to have sex with him just because he has the money to pay for it, but he’s gotten lonelier lately, and with the way Bryan had described Yuta, he couldn’t resist taking a look. He told himself that even if it only happened once that would be okay, a young man looking to earn some money would get just that, and they’d at least have a nice time.

But they had more than a nice time, and Regal would really like it to happen again. Yuta seemed to want it to happen again, with the way he said he was looking forward to their next meeting. Or maybe he’s a foolish old man believing the words of a young man paid to say things like that.

“I’m not sure, I guess that would be up to the young man. Is that what you do with Daniel?”

“Tried to, but he fights me every time I bring it up. He’s furiously independent and tells me that I can’t stop him sleeping with other people because I don’t own him,” Bryan rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling fondly, “He's a brat, but I’m working him down.”

“You sure do like a challenge, don’t you?”

“He won’t resist me for much longer.”

“All the luck to you, Bryan my boy. What’s on the agenda for you today?”

“Teaching a kickboxing class at the gym at ten, probably stick around to see if anyone wants one on one training.”

“You’d better get going then, or you’ll be late.”

Bryan reaches for another peach, “Yes sir.” He grins at him, giving him a salute before he’s leaving the room.

As soon as it had become noisy the room falls quiet again, with only the sounds of the radio to be heard. For all that he bemoans the two, Regal’s thankful that he has Bryan and Jon living with him in this huge house of his.

He’s thankful for them, period. They found him at a hard time in his life, widowed, drinking and taking whatever pills he could find, and they pulled him back from the brink, keeping his gym going when he’d all but given up hope on it.

They don’t make him feel any less lonely, though. They’re always around, in and out of their home at all times of the day, dropping in on him when he’s in his office going over accounts and figures to bring him food or a cup of tea. But it’s nothing like having a partner, and when he’s alone in bed at night, wishing for the warm touch of a lover, he feels the loneliest.

Bryan suggested using an escort when Regal divulged his loneliness to him one evening, telling him about his own trips to see Daniel on a street half an hour away from their home. He’d dismissed the idea at first, but then he’d laid abed alone, and it was all he could think about until he asked Bryan for the street number again and made a plan to go.

Regal had tried dating in the past, but he found that most men that were attracted to him were more attracted to his bank account than they were him, and while he enjoys spoiling the people he cares about, when someone is rinsing your wallet and not giving anything back, not even love or affection, it really doesn’t feel good, so he’d given up. At least paying for company Regal can control what he spends, who he spends it on, and just what he gets in return.

Regal finishes his tea and takes his cup into the kitchen. Claudio is there, preparing vegetables by the sink. Claudio had come to him not long after Bryan and Jon had, a friend of the two, down on his luck after losing his job. Regal had taken pity on him and given him a job at the gym. He was a good employee, his passion for fitness and nutrition was quite evident, especially when he started handing out prepared meal plans to some of their more regular clients. He told Regal once about his love of food, and how he had always wanted to be a chef but had never been able to quite land the job of his dreams. Regal took him into his home and his kitchen immediately after.

“Mr Regal, how are you today?” Claudio asks him politely, wiping his hands on a cloth.

“Wonderful Claudio, thank you, and you?”

“Wonderful too sir, thank you. I’m just making some soup. Would you like some for lunch this afternoon?”

Regal hums, “That would be great Claudio, thank you. I will be back around noon, I’m going to run some errands for a little while.”

“I’ll have it ready for you when you get back sir.”

“Smashing, thank you Claudio.” He gives him a gentle wave before he heads out, grabbing his keys from the hook by the door and heading out to the car.

Regal goes to the bank first. He’s not at all paranoid about the fact that he gave a stranger his credit card and the PIN number for it, but he’d like to keep track of the amount spent on it, just in case he has to cancel it because the spendings getting a little out of hand. He uses the little machine to check his account, and finds no transactions since he gave Yuta the card. He wasn’t expecting that. He wasn’t expecting excessive spending either, because Yuta had tried to give it back to him, told him it was too much to accept, but he expected a few transactions. Anyone would be silly not to take advantage of having such a thing given to them.

Regal asks the teller to set up the mobile alerts for when the card is used and then he’s on his way, getting back into his car and heading to the cemetery.

The florist is across the street, and he heads over to her and makes the usual conversation with her as he chooses which bunch of flowers to buy.

“Miss Rose, beautiful as always. I’ll take these, please.” He picks a bunch of sunflowers speckled with a few red roses.

“Thank you Mr Regal, nice to see you as always.” She says, wrapping up his flowers and handing them over to him with his change.

“You too Miss Rose, have a lovely day.”

He takes the flowers over the road into the cemetery. He makes sure to come every few weeks to top up Tony’s grave with a fresh bouquet, to tell him what he’s been up to and if anything’s been happening.

“Hello my love, I hope you like these.” Regal says, and he gets down on his hunches so he can start pulling away the old dead bouquet from the vase of his beloved late husband's grave.

It’s been many years since Tony passed away, over a decade, but it doesn’t hurt any less, nor has his affection for him diminished, he still loves him the way he always has, and he misses him dearly.

If there’s one thing that William Regal has learnt being rich, is that money can’t buy you everything. It can solve a lot of problems, it can give you a wonderful life, but it can’t buy you everything, and Regal realised that when he threw every dollar and cent he had at Tony’s cancer treatment and it didn’t do anything. He still died.

“I met a beautiful young man last night. You’d have loved him, great fashion sense, should have seen his boots.” Regal says, and he uses the pen knife in his pocket to snip the ends of the flowers off so they fit in the vase. The flowers fill the vase and bring colour to the otherwise grey stone. He runs his fingers over the picture of Tony that’s mounted on his stone, a time before cancer took over his body and withered it away.

“I think I’m going to see him again. His smile was beautiful, and his touch made me feel, well, like I’m not alone in the world. Alive.” He whispers the last word, like it’s not a word he should say in a cemetery.

“I know what you’d say, ‘oh you old fool, trying to relive your youth’, maybe I am, petal, maybe I am. Maybe I want to feel the excitement I did when I met you.” He smiles, thinking about meeting Tony in his youth and falling in love with him. They had the time of their lives together, even if they couldn’t live together forever.

“Keep out of trouble up there, won’t you pet?” He says like he always does. He blows Tony a little kiss before he stands up, hearing his knees click.

He waves to the florist before he gets back into his car and drives home. Like he said, Claudio has the soup warming, just ready and waiting for him with a warm bread roll.

Jon joins him, noisily slurping down his own bowl of soup as he recounts his tails of the morning, his little tantrum about Regal’s escort usage completely forgotten.

Once he’s enjoyed lunch and spoken with Jon for a while he retires to his office, works on the gyms accounts until it’s time for dinner. This time Bryan, Jon and Claudio join him, and he enjoys listening to them all talk about their days, Jon flirting with Claudio so much that Bryan pretends to wretch at the shameless flirting. Claudio receives it wonderfully, though he doesn’t quite return it, there’s a blush on his cheeks that tells Regal that Claudio is too embarrassed in front of everyone to do so.

When dinner is cleared away, Regal goes back to his office and works on the accounts a little more before he gets restless. It’s only half eleven, and he’s nowhere near tired. He’s bored, and the books he picks up don’t interest him, nor does the radio or TV. He’s lonely, and Jon is off god knows where with Eddie and Bryan is nowhere to be found.

So Regal goes upstairs and takes a shower. He combs his hair back, spritz on aftershave and a nice suit, and gets into his car and drives to the same street he did last night.

Yuta is standing on the sidewalk, one leg crossed over the other with his arms over his chest, his little bag over his arm and his sparkly top glinting under the street lights. When the young man sees his car he smiles and comes towards him, hips swaying in his tight little skirt, and leans into the window that Regal opens.

“Evening Mr Regal.” He says sweetly, eyes shining as bright as his glittery lipstick.

Regal smiles. “Evening, little Yuta. Care to join me?”

#william regal #wheeler yuta #bryan danielson #jon moxley #claudio castagnoli #eddie kingston #tony schiavone #writing #wheeler yuta x william regal #bryan danielson x daniel garcia #the real juicy stuff is coming next chapter I promise!!!

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MAG 39 - apple cutting

This is the first time we see Jon perform under immense stress: He does very badly xD

This is the first time we see Martin perform under immense stress: He does very well :)

So Jon is bad at leading. Sasha is just waiting for instructions. Martin actually does lead - hot take: Archivist!Martin? (I know, it's more Web!Martin^^)

I like how the subject of the corkscrew is handled. We don't see anything, it's audio only, so there has to be a workaround in order to let us know, what someone is holding in their hand. Sasha asks Martin if he drinks, he starts explaining it's for the worms, that a knife was not sufficient and that the corkscrew is better. Only in the very last sentence we hear, what item they're talking about. It's great, it feels natural!

While we're at the subject (canon-typical Flesh content warning) - you know what else other than worms can be super easily removed from your body using a corkscrew? The femoral head of your thigh bone after is has been cut off! (I'm not kidding, surgeons use a corkscrew for this when implanting an artificial hip.)

JON "[Softly] Well… thank you." - Jon sounding soft when talking to Martin is everything!

JON "I don’t want to become a mystery. I refuse to become another goddamn mystery." T___T

Jon and Martin's bickering and heckling in this episode is so cute!

Ahhh, finally Jon admits, there are definitely real statements. When I was first listening I was waiting for this moment!

Martin and Sasha freaking out when Tim returns sounds like the sort of cinema audience everyone hates when watching a horror movie XD

TIM "Statement of Joe Spooky, regarding sinister happenings in the downtown old" - oh god I was howling when I first heard this XD

JON "Stay with it, Martin. Tim. What happened to Tim?" - Jon again helping Martin keep his coherence there^^

MARTIN "Push the sceptic thing so hard!?" - Martin snapping is the best, he should do it more often!

JON "Have you ever taken a look at the stuff we have in Artefact Storage? That’s enough to convince anyone. But, but even before that… Why do you think I started working here? It’s not exactly glamorous. I have… I’ve always believed in the supernatural." - ::::´(

JON "Because I’m scared, Martin!. Because when I record these statements it feels… it feels like I’m being watched. I… I lose myself a bit. And then when I come back, it’s like… like if I admit there may be any truth to it, whatever’s watching will… know somehow." - Jon and Martin talking heart to heart is even more cute than the bickering! Also first time explanation, why Jon's such a theatre kid when recording.

JON "Why haven’t you quit?" <.<

MARTIN "Don’t really know. I just am. It didn’t feel right to just leave. I’ve typed up a few resignation letters, but I just couldn’t bring myself to hand them in. I’m trapped here. It’s like I can’t… move on and the more I struggle, the more I’m stuck." - Excuse me, but after that line I was thinking the EXACT same thing as Jon like "OMG… You can't move on? You have unfinished business? You died here???" … Also obviously our first hint about them not being able to leave the Institute.

MARTIN "No, no… it’s just that whatever web these statements have caught you in" - T____T - "well, I’m there too." ::::)

ELIAS "You know how those two are… John puts on a good show, but sometimes I swear he’s worse than Martin." - Elias is already shipping them XD

SASHA "I think John’s got a lighter somewhere." - I always forget that the lighter gets mentioned here. In general I'm bad at keeping track of that thing, I was subconsciously aware that it existed during my entire first listen, but there is a very funny chat with my sister about this when we get to MAG 197.

ELIAS "He’s not smoking again, is he?" - Why does he care? Afraid of too much Web-influence?

ELIAS " I really don’t want to have to find another Archivist so quickly after Gertrude" - capitalist corporate scum…

TIM "Funny story really / Fine! Fine! Gas… bit light-headed. / Although the ones down here are faster for some reason. And quieter." + Tim pulling down his pants - I just freaking love S1 Tim!

That pause after Martin confesses using the recorder for his poetry is amazing XD This episode truly is an office romcom!

Has Sasha ever read the statement of Amy Patel regarding Graham Folger? I get that she couldn't leave while watching the table, it being hypnotic and stuff. But not turning on her heels and running away when suddenly seeing a shadow of a person IN FREAKING ARTEFACT STORAGE after she just told us that this is an awful place with scary and potentionally super dangerous items is such a person-in-horror-fiction-acting-against-all-logic trope xD She and Jon are so much alike xD

SASHA "Show yourself." - Are the actual last words of Sasha. So many people get it wrong and pick "I see you".

Sasha screaming RIP ears again.

I like that echo-y hushed effect for the first words of Not!Sasha.

PRENTISS "Archivist." - My first thought back on my first listen "Huh… She calls him Archivist again… Could be something up with that".

So in general, yeah, amazing episode! Still one of my favorites!

Sasha screaming hurt in more ways than one

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