#jon tag pending

[voidselfshipp]

Valentines Day? Shore!

Cw: mentions of food,alcohol, and jon&jer being absolutely in love with eachother.

->Summary: Jonathan and Jerico spend their valentines day at a beach, proving to be one of the best days of their lives.

->only mutuals allowed to reblog.

->♡ A/n: this was going to be a short one shot...key wors. Was

Jonathan read the date on his calendar. 14th of february, valentines day.

A few years he wouldnt have bothered with the festivity seeing as he was single,but now that he was taken, well he wanted to at least try.

He still had to work though, it was a week day. So as he fixes his button up, he does a small mental checklist, he would work until midday, take the rest of the day off and take his girlfriend out.

It was an easy plan,and easy plans often mean that theyre going to get really complicated, really fast.

But luck does seem to be on his side,for once, because he does work until midday and just as hes ready to clock out,he hears heavy footsteps approach.

Those footsteps,he knew them well, they were heavy,firm,and and quickpaced. He shoves his laptop in his bag and without looking up,he says--thought we agreed i'd pick you up.

Jerico shrugged--Listen,I couldnt wait anymore. I missed you--She answered,pulling Him in for a hug as soon as he approached. He hugs back with a big smile, hiding it on the crook of her neck.

--Happy Valentines,luv-- he says softly, voice dripping with silk like sounds, warmth in his tone and eyes holding her gaze like one would hold a piece of glass.

--Happy valentines-- She answered, looking into his beautiful green eyes, hid behind those glasses. Her hands go to press against his cheeks and kiss him.

Kissing back,he hugs her waist and smiles against her lips, leaning closer. He feels her hands move to his hair and play with it 

--Lets go get lunch?--He asked,reaching over to turn off his desk lamp.

--Lets go

He offers his arm and she takes it,both walk out in quiet conversation. He guides her out of the institute as both co-workers and students see the grouchy archivist, arm in arm with a gorgeous woman, and smiling.

Truly, a valentines day miracle.

Jon watches as his girlfriend pulls out her headphones, he helps her put one on his ear and she puts one on hers. Hooking it to her phone, hes soon hearing the start of a song.

《Can we go where no one else goes?

Can I know what no one else knows?

Can we fall in love in the moonlight?

I wanna get lost with you

I wanna be lost in you (you, ooh)

Been waiting a while for you

I need to do this right with you (you, ooh)

(I mean, if you want to)》

They go out to eat as expected, but everywhere they go is jam packed. But not finding a Seat was not on their worry list,they had something else planned.

Both stand under one of the bridges of the River thames. Jer lets go of her boyfriends arm and Gently raises her right hand, the Sky darkens above, thunder rolls and the air smells of salty sea water and ozone.

He hears her say a few words in what seems to be latín,but shes speaking too low for him to hear over the music. He can barely make out some words.

"Everflowing seas...Like the loving embrace of...Rivers of old...gateway"

Around the arch of the bridge,the River water swirls and whirpools,rising In height until they fill the arch,and then....the water is held there, but it looks like the body of a jellyfish in texture,beautiful and haunting with colors.

--Water under the bridge,they say--He joked with a smirk.

--Awful--She answered without looking away. Her hand lowers and she takes his arm once again.

--We're not going to end up soaked,are we?--he asked.

--Nope, dont worry-- she answered,and both Walked into the portal of swirling colors underneath the cloudy Sky.

As he walks through,all Jonathan can see feels like the ecosystem of a dream, he sees River fish swim above him, algae and other River Flora at his feet, he sees freshwater crabs walking nearby, above him the sunlight is swirling and wobbly, everything, even the music hes hearing, feels distorted. At some point he swears he sees a Fallen log above him.

Then, he hears the crashing of waves, the salty smell of the air, he finds himself underneath a huge arch made of rock,behind Him the swirling portal that soon splashes down

Stone, above him and underneath him,looks ancient And theres a slight teal spiral residue on the stone hes standing at. Underneath it by a few inches the salty water ebbs and flows.

Carvings,theyre on the stone and around the arch. He takes a moment to inspect it, hes learnt the old language that lays there.

"Ever reaching sea, through its loving embrace, of  old Rivers  gateways Open and close for the master of the Ocean, ruler of all water that grants us life.

Step forth and travel, dear wanderer,travel to wherever Rivers can take you"

He sees that the carvings around the arch are praises and pleads of safety thruought the journey along the intricate net of Rivers.

Then,he heard a chuckle--are rocks that interesting?

Rising his gaze to look at his girlfriend, he notices two things...

One,theres a smug,teasing look on her face.

Two, she was a solid two meters away from him.

--There were carvings, I got curious. Its not like you told me how you managed...that!--He pointed behind him where the portal was.

--Fair. Cmon

He jumps and walks over the stepping-stone like path to avoid the water that flows througought the spaces between each rock.

--Where did you send us, exactly?-- he asked once he was beside his partner,taking her hand.

--Ryhope Dene Beach, Durham--She answered,nonchalantly.

Jonathan gives himself exactly 30 seconds to assimilate the huge damn distance he traveled in what felt like less than one second. 

--Wonderfull-- He answers,clearly Fighting with his own logic.

--You look like a deer in headlights

--Gee,wonder why

She snorts and lays a teal and green blanket across the stony beach. She sits with him and both start to pull out a few tuppers with food.

Both had agreed to make food from their countries to celebrate, the smell of spice rich food, the good drinks and the beautiful view of the beach underneath the Overcast Sky...

It was heaven.

The couple sits there,chatting,gossiping and laughing over small things as they eat food from eachothers cultures,its tasty and love full. Jerico devours the spicy curry,drinking down every last bit of Paneer soda.

Jon mimics his lover in the same way, hes gobbling down a few empanadas, and more than delighted at the taste of Fernet and Coke. Both talk and its like it was their world, and the rest were just living in it

When the main course is over with, it was for deserts,Mysore Pak And chocotorta. Jerico decided to join in with the fernet and coke, and while she ate the delicious Mysore Pak, Jon tried out the Chocotorta.

--How did you come up with this? This is so good--She exclaimed, with a big smile.

Her boyfriend is halfway into shoving a spoonfull of cake into his mouth as he answers-- its my childhood, I know how to make it...sort of. My moms better at it though-- he took that spoon into his mouth,and he added--how did you manage to make the cookies so soft?

--You soak them in chocolate milk--She answered, taking a sip from her drink,the sweet and bitter,like bitter root beer, that effervescence of the coke sizzling on her tongue. Tastes like home, a New home of two cultures, hers and her lovers.

--Thats...actually clever--He adds, setting down the now empty Plate...has he just inhaled a whole portion of it?--Im taking half of whats left

She snorts--Alright,do I get half of the Mysore pak?.

--Of course,its only fair--He replied, winking with a warm smile.

Soon,they put everything away and the silence falls between them. But its a comfortable silence, Jon looks upon the Ocean, the shore, ebbing and flowing with seafom and spume.

Its hypnotizing, how the waves roll and crash with such a Grace, its calm for such an overcast day. The water seems silken in its shiny appereance, he sits there crosslegged, serene and contempt.

He wasnt that big of a fan of the sea,or the beach, he wasnt big on swimming but...since dating jerico hes taken a love for it. As long as there was a body of water,his lover was close to him.

Grabbing a pebble, he weigh it in his hand and throws it, making it skip on the surface of the water,one, two,three,four times until it sinks.

--Did you see that?--He asked,all proud of himself.

--I did,try again!--His lover answers,voice dripping with excitement and what seems to be some sort of effort.

But he doesnt pay mind to that last detail,he Scans the rocky beach for another pebble and throws it, it skips five times before sinking.

--Ah damn!--Jeri exclaimed, finally he turns to see his girlfriend grabbing a Fallen piece of sea glass that had Fallen on the blanket.

--What- isnt that illegal?--The archivist asked,looking as his girl wraps that sea glass with golden wire, making the piece look like an eye.

--Only if you get caught--She answered non-chalantly with a small shrug. She keeps on her job of doing that jewelry piece and he sighs with desesperation.

He turns his gaze to the Ocean, grabbing another pebble and throwing it. The overcast day shone its grey white light upon the world,the Winds cold but not too cold, and the ocean's shore hasnt risen yet.

--Cmon now,you see anyone here who would see us?--She added,making him snap out of his poetic little mind space he was in.

--I Belive thats because of your meddling--he answered,voice Flat tone and dripping with deadpan sarcasm.

--Well if you want me to get the cops in here then im more than glad to do so

--Haha,so funny

Silence falls once more,Jer twists the gold wire with care and with the help of jewelry pliers. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Jerico work hard at whatever shes doing,but he doesnt interrupt,instead he makes sure his gift for her is ready. He wasnt sure when to give it.

Maybe half an hour passes by, he hears her sigh in relief and set down the pliers.--God,finally

He looks and sees a crown settled on her lap Next to two necklaces. He blinks a few times--No way you whipped that in half an hour

--Fourty minutes--she corrected calmly.

--My point still stands-- He added--How

She shrugged and took the crown--actually,its missing something

Jonathan sees her Grab the crown and walk up to the shore less than three feet away from him, she puts her hand in the water and pulls something out,he cant see what.

And when she walks back,the crown is behind her back. She sits by his side,facing Him,he turns his body so hes staring at her face.

--So,whats all the mystery?-- he asked with a small smirk and smugness,to hide how curious and flustered he was.

--this is my gift,part of it--she explained,showing Him the crown.

Its made of an intricate weave of gold wire with seashells,seaglass and two almost bioluminiscent feather Like ornaments on the side.

The glass shimmers under the light, the crown is breathtaking, with the arrow dwarf seashells acting as "spikes",the sundial and scallop shells ordered in such a way that they mimicked Rolling waves as they sit at the base of the crowns.

And weaved between them all are the Teal and green seashells a green one at the center is wrapped in wire in a way that looks like an eye, the two bioluminiscent bits are weaved at the end of the crown in a way that looks like sea slug antennae.

Yet when he saw the gold wire fourty minutes ago, it was shiny and New,now it looks old and almost crystalized in the same way the Ocean crystalizes some materials

Speechless, he lets her put the crown on his head. She smiles looking at him, with his deep green button up,his dark desaturated brown pants and dress shoes, wearing that greyish dark teal trenchcoat to Keep him warm.

--My king of the sea--jer whispers incredibly soft,Like the murmurs of the crashing waves. She takes his hand and kisses his knuckles.

--I..im speechless--He says under his breath--I- ive never...been gifted something like this. God,youre so skilled...

She giggles and sits closer, he hugs her waist and kisses her. She kisses back leaning on him and wrapping her arms around his neck, he sighs against his lips and nuzzles her cheek with his nose.

--My gift looks so daft in comparison...--He says,a little flustered.

--ah dont say that, cmon, lemme see

Begrudgingly,with his face a few shades darker from the blush,he pulls out a small box wrapped in green paper with an eye motif.

--Here--He says,handing it to her.

She takes it and settles it on her lap, she Gently unwraps the gift,noticing the small lines across the surface--Did you wrap this?

--Tried and failed miserably,multiple times--He answered,embarassed. But he does see the endeared smile on her face form as he confirms that.

She uncovers a beautiful oak box, old with Ocean motifs,waves act as a frame for the beautiful ship in the center. The locks look old and unpolished,the wood has seen some weathering and its...antique,gorgeous.

The latches Open,showing a small octopus plushie,then beside it is a sea turtle necklacee with a larimar acting as the Shell of the turtle.

Her eyes also notice the picture printed underneath it all, its a picture of them on their first actual date. The night post the corporate party,the night that Jerico had transformed,willingly,in her Real form, and the night both finally got together.

Taped to the lid,she saw a letter

Unaware to Jon's anxious fiddling,she opens it. Shes carefull with the green wax seal that holds the simple stamp of an eye.

The letter within it, reads as follows.

"My dearest Jerico...

I want to wish you a lovely happy valentines,being your boyfriend has been one of the best things in my life.

You never leave,you never falter, im so lucky to be loved by you. You hug me like the shore hugs the sand, you are the fresh cold water on a hot summer day, without you i'd be lost in the deep,hadal zone of life's troublesome Ocean.

But beside cheesy Ocean references, I do love you. I May not be the best with words,but my actions and gifts hold such love in them, and I know you know.

Yet it would be unjust to not try and be better when you try all the time to be good to me...

I love you would fall short, any words in the human dictionary would fall short I belive. Shall I try to describe it, I do not know if ill be succesful at it .

My love for you knows no limits,its an ever expansing trench that even I do not dare to tread. Youre my safety, the place I can always return when im stressed, or lonely or worried or a million other things I cannot put into words.

Why you Belive me deserving of so much love, I do not know. Never saw myself as a gods chosen,I do Belive God got a kick out of me by putting me through hell and back, but not you...

You chose me,every day, even when i was- still am dense,when I couldnt notice the loving gazes in your eyes, the way the world would smile upon me somehow because you willed it. Always patient,always understanding,your kindness is proportionate to the Beauty you hold.

And even if Beauty is held in the eye of the beholder,as Someone whose seen a lot, and has something going on with eyes and looking, I can confirm youre the most beautiful woman ive seen- that has ever graced my eyes.

What a godly Beauty youve got,intricate and ancient as you are, mysterious and ever changing...

The wind in my sails,the north star in my Sky when im lost,you help me Keep my head above the water and sometimes I just feel like im just a fish out of it, Like im out of my depth when im around you.

And I love it, and I think together we are writing a beautiful story,you certainly are the most beautiful story ive ever been a part of, the book I could get lost in for the rest of my life.

I love you,every day and always, and perhaps if reincarnation is a thing (something you Keep putting off in confirming for me) I hope I find you in the Next life,and every single one after that.

Yours forever.

Jonathan Simms. "

You know how he sucks at emotions? Hes not ready for the waterfall of tears that come from his lover as she sets down the letter and hugs him. He hugs back and pats her Gently.

--Easy,im here--He promised softly, squeezing her.

--I love-i love you too--She answered between sniffs-- god,youre so good to me.

He held her tight, pressing his face against the side of her head. Rocking back and forth to calm her down, he smells her perfume, sweet..Like vanilla and coco...and salty- or was that just the sea around him- or wasnt she the sea?

When she pulls back, he gazes to her and finally takes in what shes wearing.

Dark Teal sweater that reaches up to her neck almost,ripped,jagged black jeans and boots,and her trenchcoat is a beautiful seaweed green.

--Youre....stunning...gorgeous--He gasps under his breath--God, you truly are out of this world--He kisses her,with all the love hes got. With the devotion seamen have to the Ocean, or the rain to plants it feeds.

She kisses back without no words to speak,only holding him as the Ocean becomes violent,the shore doesnt rise to them,but the waves get bigger and bigger, the Sky darkerns to the point the sun doesnt shine and lightning is the only thing giving some visibility with a short time to do so.

In the flashes of white light, their forms illuminate and are the only thing that acts as evidence that they were ever there. But he feels her form give way, he doesnt let go as her body feels more and more like hes hugging water.

Soon,two pair of arms embrace him,one around his neck and the other one around his waist. He feels her sit on his lap, but the kiss doesnt break nor does the Sky stop rumbling with thunder and lightning.

The roaring of the waves soon overpowers any and all sounds,the winds pick up, it would be a whirlwind of sand if there was any around. The clouds becoming ever Darker,theres a heavy smell of humidity and ozone.

Jonathan feels his hair whip past him,flowing in the violent Winds which howls can rival the roaring of the waves. He pulls back for a bit of air before plunging in for the kiss again.

The green glow of eyes invade the area,slowly in the air around him, green eyes Open and close as its glow lights up the pebble beach,bouncing off of sea glass which Scatter the arcane light they produce in millones of colors that get lost in the nooks and crannies of the stone around them.

In his hands he holds his partners face that cant seem to decide between feeling like flesh and bone or feeling like the coldest, icy water that his hand can barely hold.

The air smells like salt,moisture,ozone and the perfume of his lover. An intoxicating cocktail that has him drunk like a sailor, his free Arm goes to wrap around her waist.

He can feel himself getting dizzy,if he were to Open his eyes he'd see spots,his heart is almost beating out of his chest,he cant think Straight

Thats when the kiss breaks,he gasps for air loudly,but its drowned out by the sounds around him. With the increasing frequency of the lightning, he can see his lovers form shift from human to ancient being,but her eyes remain unmoving, worriedly looking at him

Flesh and bone then waves and foam, bright green eyes that for a moment seem to be overtaken by the dark water only to return moments later.

He smiles, drunk with love and dizzy with the lack of oxygen--..sundar-- he mutters leaning in.

And then,a few seconds of silence where both look at eachothers eyes....

Laughter,then comes laughter as both slowly realize that they got a little too carried away.

The storm dissipates,the Ocean becomes tame and harmless once more, the grey white light returns, and Jonathan pulls his girlfriend in for a tight,squeezing hug.

--God,I love you--He said,without shame or modesty,without fear or worry of being overheard. He exclaims his love to the air with pride and a beaming smile.

--I love you too--She answered, voice and grin warm as the sun. A wide,joyful and mirthful grin which makes his chest feel fluttery and giddy with delight.

Before they leave,Jerico shows that she had made matching necklaces with seaglass pendants. His was teal, and hers a bright green.

Once they were back in london, both returned to jericos place for a calmer,though not devoid of storms, afternoon that they spent cuddled up and watching movies.

Next Day,Jon found a beautiful bouquet of snapdragons on his desk. Its pretty big and ostentatious.

He couldnt Belive his eyes, what the fuck.

Blinking a few times,he grabs the letter and the fact that he recognizes the handwriting doesnt surprise him at all.

"I lied,heres the rest of my gift

Happy valentines love.

--J"

Furiously flustered, he takes the boquet carefully as it was made of glass,and Asks one of his assistants to get a glass of water in which to put the flowers. He can hear martin's cooing as he goes to get that water.

The rest of the day,hes got to deal with the cooing and gossiping of his coworkers,students and other staff over the flowers he received. Hes seen women and men alike jealous over said bouquet and the fact that he was taken.

Smugly, as he worked,he played with the seaglass pendant.

Yes,he was taken,and he wouldnt trade his partner for anyone or anything in the world.

Not a chance.

#jon tag pending #tma s/I #cw thalassophobia #tw talassophobia

[wrestler-smash-or-pass]

Weekly Wrapup 12/24/23 (late!)

Top five smashable wrestlers this week:

Jon Moxley - 84.8% smash

Eddie Guerrero - 77.0% smash

Sonya Deville - 70.1% smash

Seiya Sanada - 69.7% smash

Ricky Starks - 66.8% smash

More stats under the cut, along with my observations, commentary, and some of my favorite tags...

Bottom five smashable wrestlers this week:

Ink Inc. - 25.0% smash

Shanky Singh - 25.8% smash

Sting - 40.7% smash

Scott Hall (NWO Reboot) - 48.2% smash

Dexter Lumis - 56.7% smash

Most total votes this week (most enthusiasm)

Jon Moxley - 349 votes

CM Punk (RoH) - 300 votes

El Phantasmo - 280 votes

Sting - 273 votes

Jay White - 266 votes

And least total votes this week (least enthusiasm)

Shanky Singh - 155 votes

Ink Inc. - 164 votes

Sonya Deville - 187 votes

Scott Hall (NWO Reboot) - 193 votes

Seiya Sanada - 198 votes

The closest match was Scott Hall (NWO Reboot), who lost 93-100.

Top Five Overall

Kris Statlander - 91% smash

Hangman Adam Page - 86.4% smash

Hikuleo - 86.0% smash

Jon Moxley - 84.8% smash

Rhea Ripley - 84.2% smash

Bottom Five Overall

Vince McMahon - 3.9% smash

Kane (Corporate variant) - 10.1% smash

Triple H (Terra Ryzing variant) - 18.6% smash

The Boogeyman - 22.6% smash

Brock Lesnar - 23.2% smash

Top Women Overall

Kris Statlander - 91% smash

Rhea Ripley - 84.2% smash

Julia Hart (Spooky Variant) - 81.9% smash

Chyna - 78.2% smash

Penelope Ford - 72.9% smash

Top Men Overall

Hangman Adam Page - 86.4% smash

Hikuleo - 86.0% smash

Jon Moxley - 84.8% smash

Eddie Kingston - 82.8% smash

Kenny Omega - 82.1% smash

Top Tag Teams

The Golden Lovers - 80.4% smash

Best Friends - 66.7% smash

Motor City Machine Guns - 65.5% smash

Young Bucks - 43.8% smash

Ink Inc. - 25% smash

Average Smash Rating

Week 1: 52.7% Week 2: 57.7% Week 3: 54.4% Week 4: 62.9% Week 5: 58.4%

No write up or favorite tags this week because I am exhausted and I still need to set up a ton of polls because the queue is down to zero (plenty in my inbox aka the pre-queue!) and I'm headed out of town for a few days. Next week might be posted Sunday pending New Years Eve plans, but it will be back to normal otherwise even if it's posted on Monday.

Merry Christmas if you celebrate!

P.S. I'm going to Dynamite/Rampage tomorrow. It's my first wrestling show and I am extremely excited.

#weekly wrap up

[ao3feed-jonmartin]

Machine Learning

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/7eLJGp6 by Duck_Life Correspondence and program files retrieved from Alice Dyer's PC, featuring strange activity by the text-to-speech programs. Further updates pending. Words: 471, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: The Magnus Protocol (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alice Dyer, Colin Becher, Chester, Norris Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Additional Tags: Found Footage, E-mail, Pre-Canon read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/7eLJGp6

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

[rookfeatherrambles]

A little snippet. A taste. A morsel of my new AU/Fic

HI TUMBLR I HAVE SOMETHING TO SHARE! I give you my first real contribution to the Storm Singer AU/FIC! I've got a plan to write a bunch of things I want to see and then weave them together into a fic to put on AO3 so right now, all I have is disjointed snippets, but I've decided to show you the entirety of this scene I'm just calling 'At Dawn - Jmart' in my docs because I suck at naming things! I hope you enjoy! Also: If you want to follow this project as it develops, I'm going to tag all things related to it with #The Storm Singer AU! Also, Martin is He/They and Jon is He/It! Bear with me as I learn how to write and place different pronouns! ANYWAY, HERE YOU GO! EDIT: FINALLY EDITED IT SO THE PRONOUNS AREN'T SWITCHING BACK AND FORTH SO MUCH. FOR THIS, MARTIN IS A THEY, JON IS A HE!

AT DAWN --- The sky was still strewn with stars when Martin quietly packed their bag and crept out of the house they shared with their father. The streets were sparsely lit with lamps, many of them having guttered out in the early morning gloom. Martin found themself invigorated as they walked down the winding streets towards the bay, its waters reflecting the light of the moon overhead.

Their heart was thumping but they felt light and sure of themselves as they walked along the boardwalk towards the beach. Twice, they found his gaze drawn upwards towards the heavens and all the mysteries that resided there, out of reach, in the sky.

Stars so old they'd watched the rise and fall of empires, dynasties, and families. Martin's grandfather, and their father before them, sailing under the same stars, and across the same sea. There was something so breathtakingly awesome about that.

But if they stood there gazing skyward and wondering about the universe and their place in it, they'd be there for hours. Martin dropped their bag onto the soft sand and went to retrieve their rowboat from where it was hidden beneath the pier.

The tide was eager, and so was Martin. They gathered their things back up and climbed in, and began their journey out into the dark waters.

For a while, there was no sound but the quiet splash of their oars as they rowed themself into the night. The wind blew lightly, and the temperature was just shy of chill, but Martin didn't mind.

Once the city of (Name pending lmao) was reduced to glittering fireflies on the shore, Martin stopped rowing.

Their little boat bobbed up and down gently on the waves and they were consumed with the feeling of being so very small. The sky undimmed in the hours before dawn, was an expanse they would absolutely lose themself in if they had the option.

But they'd travelled out to the bay in secrecy for a purpose. And after taking a steadying breath, Martin started to speak.

The words were nothing special, at least they'd say so. Their aptitude for poetry always felt middling at best, but right now, it wasn’t the prose they were focusing on, but how they spoke it, how their voice ebbed and flowed like the tide, tone and nuance rising and falling like the water that surrounded them.

Martin was waiting for something, and they didn't have to wait long.

From below the waves came a strange glow, ethereal, almost beautiful. It rose gracefully, brightening the water like an aquatic, silver comet, tail and all. They dared to dip their fingers into the light and it dimmed the sea to blackness once more before a long-fingered hand slipped into theirs from below. Martin's heart gave a dizzy lurch and he gasped as Jon's head surfaced from beneath, long dark hair liquid in the night. His eyes were luminescent green and reflected the moonlight as he stared up at the human he'd been hoping to see.

"Hi," Martin breathed.

Jon smiled, and let go of their hand to haul himself up the last few inches and chastely kiss Martin's lips, careful not to upset the boat. The contact was expected, and yet Martin’s body trembled with nerves and thrilled at the sensation.

"I-I didn't know if you'd come," Martin said in a rush as soon as the siren had drawn back. Jon let out an amused sound in the back of his throat. "Likewise. I assumed... you'd had enough adventure for one lifetime."

Thankful the night hid their blush, Martin coughed a little. "Yes, well... sharks."

Jon's arms crossed over the edge of the boat, rocking it a little as he sighed and rested his chin against them. "I wouldn't have let them harm you. All denizens of the sea answer to the storm singer. They were just curious about you. You are a curious thing to us, Martin, can you blame them?"

Martin giggled nervously and the sound was pitched high in a way that made Jon smile indulgently. "Next time-" he began but Martin let out another gasp. "Next time? You want a next time for me swimming with sharks, Jon?"

Jon rolled his green eyes skyward and then continued as if Martin hadn't interrupted. "Next time, I'll introduce you to a less inquisitive species."

"Oh, I'm sure that will make all the difference. They're sharks!"

Reaching out, Jon poked Martin. "And you're a human and I'm a mer, I'm so glad you've learned the differences between creatures," he deadpanned.

"Jon."

"Martin~"

Martin threw their hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright, you win. I guess I'll have to swim with sharks the next time I'm out here. Are you coming up?"

Onto the boat, was what they meant and Jon's face crinkled up under the moonlight in a way that made his markings dance as he laughed silently. "If you had a bigger ship, perhaps. As it stands, if I put any more weight onto your flimsy hollow log, it's going to turn into kindling and you are going to drown. Again.”

There was definitely truth to his words, Martin could spy Jon's long tail coiling and drifting in the water. It was powerful and hypnotic to watch it undulate. The silver patterns all over it were dim tonight, but they knew that was because Jon was relaxed. It made them feel good that Jon could let his guard down around them.

"Well, come up a little bit," they cajoled. "Please?"

The siren arched an eyebrow. "Another kiss?" 

Martin hmm'ed gently. "For a fish, you're really good at it."

"For a fish??"

Jon's aghast and affronted tone had Martin giggling again. "Ah-! Ahaha.. you know what I mean! Fish- fish person? You know I didn't- Whoa!!"

The rowboat rocked so suddenly, Martin unbalanced, but Jon's hands had them, cupping both their cheeks as he pressed his lips hard to theirs. Oh.

Martin's heart did a funny little flip flop and they were pretty sure they made the most embarrassing noise against Jon’s mouth. Still, Jon kissed them like he was hungry, all lips and tongue and a little teeth, though Martin never bled, a testament to how gentle Jon was being with them. When they were dizzy again, that was the moment the siren released them, steadying Martin and the boat as he slipped back down into the water next to it.

"Oh." Martin said, intelligently, trying to herd their thoughts back to coherency. "Th-That was..."

Jon licked his lips. "Enough compensation for me not being draped in your arms at this moment?" There was a satisfied purr in his voice.

"Y-Yes," Martin said, nodding. "Definitely."

On the horizon, a band of brighter sky quietly made itself known, gently pink, not red. Jon turned his head to glance towards it. "Dawn," he said, voice soft. Martin hated the resigned tone of it. "Stay with me?" they asked, no, begged, reaching out to take Jon's hand and hold it. "Until the sunrise?"

There was conflict in the beautiful siren’s eyes as he looked between the imminent break of day and back to Martin's hopeful expression. But then, Jon sighed, squeezing the human's hand. "Of course."

Martin smiled and they both turned to watch the sky get brighter, the stars slowly fading out, a beautiful blue colour overtaking the darkness, followed by pure light. Martin squinted their eyes painfully as the sun rose in all its dazzling glory, spilling liquid gold across the world, but one look at Jon stole their breath away and made them forget how much their eyes were watering.

Jon’s deep brown skin glittered, not with water droplets, but minute flecks of scales catching the sun and reflecting it back. His eyes and the pale strands in his dark brown hair shone fiercely too, and in that moment, Martin understood how humans of yore had worshipped beings like Jon as gods for eons. He was indescribably beautiful, and Martin's inelegant, poetic ramblings could never capture the emotion in their chest when they looked at the man they loved. And then the moment was over, and Jon turned his head back to Martin, eyes a little sad. "I have to go now. You understand, don't you?"

Martin did. Jon was hunted, for his crimes against the people of the city and the crime of simply being what he was. As much as they didn't want to let that hand slip from their grasp, they knew they had to.

"I'll come back," Martin promised as Jon pulled away, fingertips lingering on their palm. "And you can show me as many sharks as you'd like."

Jon paused, eyes glittering with something that Martin didn't want to yet classify as love. It wasn't their right. Nor did they think they were worthy of it, not when they were keeping so many dangerous secrets from him.

"Is that a promise?"

Martin grinned, their own blue-green eyes shining. "On my honour, I will pet all the sharks. I promise."

The skin around Jon’s eyes crinkled when he smiled, and not for the first time, Martin wished they were a visual artist instead of a wordsmith, they would have loved to capture that expression, those eyes in that face, and preserve it for eternity.

"Goodbye," Martin whispered, and then Jon disappeared beneath the water with barely a ripple and was gone.

A gull cried far above him and Martin let out a shuddering breath, blinking away sudden wetness in their eyes. After a silent moment of composure in the warm sunlight, they picked up their oars and began rowing for home.

#the magnus archives #the storm singer au #martin blackwood #jonathan sims #siren au #tma #magnuspod #teaholding #jmart #I am proud of this

[dearsnow]

a collab collection of multifandom songfics based on our participants’ music tastes!

- this collab marks some of my more recent milestones, including my 600 follower party!! thank you guys so much for everything you have given me. i feel at home in the tumblr community, and i hope i make you feel like that too. so, writers, pick up your pens! and readers, look out for the works of these very talented authors that i am glad to call my friends.

rules ; there are very few! take as long as you need, there’s no due date. be as creative as you want, just make sure to base your fic around a song, tag me in the finished product, and use the tag “mixtape 2: our version 📼”. 18+ content is allowed, but please tag it appropriately. anyone is welcome to join, including non-mutuals and first time writers 💕. you may write for any fandom, including ones that i don’t write for.

to enter ; send me an ask or a dm with the character(s) you want to write for and the song(s) you want to write them to and I’ll add you to the list :)

MASTERLIST

“Everywhere, Everything” by Noah Kahan: Jon Snow (Game of Thrones) - @dearsnow [your best friend comes home for the first time after joining the military.]

“Pierre” by Ryn Weaver: Aegon II Targaryen (House of the Dragon) - @dearsnow [description pending]

“Swan Upon Leda” by Hozier: Aemond Targaryen (House of the Dragon) - @dearsnow [you have been given a precious gift by your love, but it is soon ripped away from you.]

“Orange Juice” by Noah Kahan: Aegon II Targaryen (House of the Dragon) - @dearsnow [you’ve been invited to a party by your ex’s mother.]

“Cool for the summer” by Demi Lovato: Helaena Targaryen (House of the Dragon) - @valeskafics [description pending]

“Drumming song” by Florence + the Machine: Aemond Targaryen (House of the Dragon) @depends-on-the-sellsword [description pending]

#mixtape 2: our version 📼 #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd x reader #aegon ii targaryen #game of thrones #jon snow x reader #got x reader #aegon x reader #anne with an e #writeblr #fanfic #collab #the quarry #genshin impact #a song of ice and fire #aemond targaryen x reader

[pwrestlingxpress]

Key matches set for NOAH and NJPW big events.

After both "Wrestling Dontaku 2023" and "Majestic 2023" ended, key matches were announced for NOAH's "Sunny Voyage 2023 in Shinjuku Face "taking place on May 31st and NJPW's Dominion in Osaka-Jo Hall taking place on June 4th. And after NOAH's "Star Navigation 2023 Episode 4" ended, key matches were announced for "Green Journey 2023 in Nagoya" on June 17th.

Starting off with the official match card for "Sunny Voyage 2023 in Shinjuku FACE"

The event will be highlighted by the GHC Junior Tag Team Championship and an special singles match between Kenoh and Katsuhiko Nakajima that could have tag title implications should Kenoh retain his World Tag Team Title (with Manabu Soya) next week in Kobe.

Now, we go to the key matches set for NJPW's "Dominion in Osaka-Jo Hall" which will take place on June 4th.

As of right now, 4 title matches will be taking place in Osaka.

Jeff Cobb vs. Zac Sabre Jr. for the NJPW World TV Championship

A 3-way for the IWGP Tag Team Championship involving Bishamon, HOT, and Aussie Open

El Phantasmo vs. David Finlay for the NEVER Openweight Championship

Yota Tsuji vs. SANADA for the IWGP World Heavyweight Championship

More matches for "Dominion" will be announced after "Best of the Super Junior 30" ends on May 28th. Also, AEW's Jon Moxley is scheduled to appear in Osaka-Jo. What kind of appearance though remains to be seen.

Lastly, key matches were announced for NOAH's "Green Journey 2023 in Nagoya" scheduled to take place on June 17th.

As of right now, 3 title matches are scheduled to take place:

Dante Leon vs. HAYATA for the GHC Junior Heavyweight Championship

Masa Kitamiya/Yoshiki Inamura vs. Saxon Huxley/Timothy Thatcher for the GHC Tag Team Championship

Takashi Sugiura vs. Jake Lee for the GHC Heayweight Championship

More matches will be announced after May 31st when "Sunny Voyage 2023 in Shinjuku Face" ends though there is the possibility of a match being added next Sunday in Kobe pending on the result of the AJPW World Tag Team Championship match.

Sunny Voyage 2023 in Shinjuku FACE comes May 31st at 6:30 PM Local Time/5:30 AM Eastern/2:30 AM Pacific on Wrestle Universe with no commentary (as of writing).

Dominion 2023 in Osaka-Jo Hall comes June 4th at 4:00 PM Local Time/3:00 AM Eastern/1:00 AM Pacific on NJPW World with English and Japanese Commentary

Green Journey 2023 in Nagoya comes June 17th at 5:00 PM Local Time/4:00 AM Eastern/1:00 AM Pacific on ABEMA with Japanese commentary and Wrestle Universe with English commentary

#Pro Wrestling NOAH #new japan pro wrestling #Sunny Voyage #Dominion #Green Journey in Nagoya #Kenoh #Katsuhiko Nakajima #Zac Sabre Jr. #Jeff Cobb #Bishamon #Aussie Open #David Finlay #El Phantasmo #Sanada #Yota Tsuji #HAYATA #Dante Leon #Takashi Sugiura #Jake Lee

[coulson-is-an-avenger]

WIP ask game: Rules are as follows. post the barebones plot of your wips and let people send you an ask with the title that intrigues them the most and then post a snippet/tell them something about it! then, tag as many people as you have wips!

Tagged by @princess-of-purple-prose the beloved!!! :D thank you Kay!!

[witty math title pending]: A study of Hermann Gottlieb’s life and eventual platonic marriage with Cool Disabled Lesbian Vanessa. Basically amatonormativity sucks and qpps rule, the fic. (Almost at 5k!)

[untitled]: hnmnmgnhmgnmhng newmann first kisy

Keep Me Conscious Ch. 7: Elias is an ableist douchebag, the chapter

[also untitled]: A study of Jon in season 2, upon realizing that Prentiss’s attack has left him needing a cane.

tagging @pocketsizedquasar @dickwheelie @methaim and @gentlemancrow and anyone else who wants to!! :D

#answered #ask game #oughhh this is so fun #PLS feel free to ask me details on all of these i am happy to supply snippets all the time #GOD i need to work on the cane user jon one again that one is so fucking good

[tar-one]

Et BIM !!! Comme ça, sans prévenir, alors que mon grand projet sort dans moins d’un mois, je vous offre en cadeau Bonus/échauffement un micro-EP de 5 petites bombes avec Dambeat de Crystal Camino (ce même Dambeat qui est sur le point de sortir son ogive plus taffée-sophistiquée/moins spontanée avec Sixo Master Flow). Je vous avais prévenu qu’en 2024 je ne blague pas. MVP shit, Mamba Mentality. C’est brut, c’est court (11min), c’est crasseux, c’est simplement des BARS de luxe kickées sans fioritures sur des BEATS de luxe pour tout cramer. Combustion Spontanée volume 2. Ecoute ça très fort et fais tourner un max. Plus le temps de niaiser yow. La suite, l'album+livre "Bien Tenté", le projet d'une vie arrive le 20.04.2024

Lyrics :

01. Bonnes Lignes

Plus de bonnes lignes que n'en a fournies le cartel de Medellín

T'en sniffes en off et dis "mais c'est in"

Tu te crames comme Madoff c'est terrible

Pas Anticonformiste comme les bons Kervern Delepine

Tout con, moutons, arrêtez c'est stérile

Nique votre cinéma préfère mater mes Séries

Je vous élimine et limite je démérite

Tar n’a rien mais fous l’feu comme Targarien Daenerys

Connaisseur comme Ruth dans Ozark

Au passage plus real et badass que vous dans vos raps

À quand l’hommage, il serait temps dommage

En gros Tar en vrai de vrai devrait être votre grand monarque

Christ Cosmique, présidentiable, Sylvain Durif

Comme Steve Austin vaut milliards, sur vilains j’urine

Si j’viens j’tue l’Beat comme les meilleurs ricains qu’tu kiffes

J’en ai plein mais divin si je spit rien qu’une ligne

Mythique comme la 13 pour les gros tags

Donnent de la valeur à ton track + que celles des codes-barres

Obsédantes comme unique passion

Cruciales comme en temps de guerre celles de communication

Mes lignes sont comme celles de l’horizon : inatteignables

Chuis comme le temps : inarrêtable

Le meilleur comme ils diront si jamais j’cane

Comme un cig’ après l’amour, j’tue mais suis appréciable

02. Averse de Rimes

Averse de rime sur ta tête de bite

La même que Sim donc arrête de suite

Me disrespect pas avec tes skills exécrables

J’te kill c’est le spectacle et le gorille Nems aime ça

T’es pas drôle et assez naze comme Marc Herman

Tout le monde a remarqué man, moi je marque et gagne

J’écris comme la team à Vince Gilligan, inimitable

It’s all good man, j’ai le bagout de Jimmy qui tchatche

Beau gosse assez magique, on confond avec Brad Pitt

Tu t’prends la tête comme Materazzi

Saoule pas comme un ptit connard qui t’fixe

Bouffon mégalo comme Nicolas Sirkis

J’te fais pas de dessin, pour toi pas de festin

Moi chuis couché en toge ta mère me passe des grappes de raisins

Acclamez-moi ! Tar One est roi

Comme Jon Snow sauf que le scénariste a craqué j’crois !

03. Fâché

Ils feraient tout pour des LOL et des Likes

Leur sang pourrait décorer mes Nikes

Jusqu’où laissera-t-on aller la bidonnerie

J’supporte plus comme vieux pilotis, faut les clouer au pilori

Intransigeance esthétique radicale comme PM, down

Pour jeter les wacks des scènes comme les pauvres PM Dawn

Hardcore sûrement comme Al Gore rêve de casser des bouches

J’vais t’briser rien peut t’sauver, même pas passer Kate Bush

Jusque dans mon Dope ADN on trouve une merde humaine

Un pervers narcissique pour lequel j’ai une haine suprême

Ta vie tu rateras, t’es et t’auras un gros cafard, sale naze

Ta gueule, crève seul, j’te consacre pas plus de 4 bars bâtard

Faut croire qu’ce Beat m’a rendu bougon

Serai-je plus détendu ou non si je pends du bouffon ?

Si leurs larmes coulent comme à l’Aïd le sang du mouton

Je serai pas cool j’vais haïr tant que les vendus boufferont

Tu trouves ma violence affriolante

J’suis mortel comme dans le Parrain quand arrive l’orange

Ils peuvent pas m’pomper car trop complexe, style pas très répliquable

Fais de l’Art avec la guerre comme Pablo avec Guernica

Damn, parfois il vole trop haut mon rap de trop haut vol

Trop puissant comme un monopole

Tout ça pour dire FUCK les faux et leurs textes si nuls

Ils nous les cassent donc je leur souhaite cancer des testicules

04. Fragments

C’est pas parce que tu name-drop des trucs chers que t’es raffiné

Comme un poster t’es bon qu’à t’afficher

Fatigué par ces rappeurs nouveaux riches, leur lourde beaufferie

Leurs discours horribles me bourrent d’office

J’suis fan, génie, suprême hustler, le dire j’hésite

Mais ta gueule et m’explique pas la vie Jay Z !

Les milliardaires sont pas des sages, des mages, des saints, des modèles

Veulent pas notre bien juste plus de profits, génèrent bien des bordels

Et nique les prophéties autoréalisatrices

T’as juste du bol et l’univers se branle de tes petits caprices

Des potes gobent des posts, des vlogs sans raisonner

L’arnaque du siècle ? Le développement personnel !

C’est dans ce canevas que nos petits grandissent

Avec en toile de fond une grande crise

J’t’ai déjà dit : j’dépeins mon monde alors qu’il manque de couleurs

Des plaintes parce que je n’avale pas de couleuvres

Mais tellement facile de faire le défaitiste

Ca déresponsabilise, en mode « J’y peux rien mais c’est triste »

Pas d’chimères niaises mièvres mais faut pas qu’j’abandonne !

J’aime mon apathie comme De Wever aime la Brabançonne

Et le travail ne finit pas toujours par payer

Et non, toute mauvaise action ne finit pas toujours par se payer

Non plus Ces trucs ne sont qu’illusions au risque de te peiner

Pas de simple solution, plutôt le chaos dans ce merdier

On se ment, oublie les fondements

On s’demande, à quand l’effondrement ?

Alors qu’on est déjà en plein saut de l’ange

Qu’on se dit plus « faut qu’je mange » que « faut qu’je change »

Allez, encore un petit dernier pour la déroute

Sourds, pas d’écoute, tout ça dégoute

Comme au Qatar quand les droits humains passent tous après l’foot

Vivement qu’on aille cramer les banques comme une foule à Beyrouth

05. Vibes

Tar est bien cartésien

Les grandes phrases ça m’irrite, ça m’fait rire ou ça m’fait rien

Pas religieux et peu spirituel

Peu de petites croyances et de petits rituels

J’respecte si t’en as et que ça te fait du bien

Mais fuck solutions miracles d’escrocs, ça ça fait du rien

J’exècre discours creux à base de bonnes énergies

Les pseudosciences abondent, les théories connes m’énervent vite

Mais j’avoue à la Vibe je suis sensible

Si puissant, j’tilte… Le pourquoi du comment : oui j’m’en fiche

Elle informe, exalte, impacte, enivre

Détermine ce que tu entends dans l’disque

Parfois tu mets un pied dans une pièce, sais qu’elle est mauvaise

Malgré des sourires tu peux repérer des faux frères

Parfois ça le fait pas quand tout est là pour un anniversaire

Parfois tu la surkiffes par surprise, sans rien ça chill pépère

Pour ma musique dans tout le processus la Vibe est reine

Si elle est forte et tue, elle s’ra pérenne

C’est la base élémentaire du son, son ADN

L’ingrédient mystère qui t’emmène dans mon monde, happé t’aimes

D’abord la zik des autres, des heures dans les oreilles

A longueur d’années ou que je sois damné, sur mes trésors j’veille

Vibes chéries, choyées, sacralisées

Avec soin je choisis album, playlist, Tar avisé !

A chaque situation son son

A chaque mood, gourmet ou fast food, que ça soit bon, me comble, que j’fonde !

Tu vois sur visage que j’frémis, grimace de plaisir

Ptit sax ou bendir, guitare ou breakbeat

Le kiff est d’mise pour un Curtis Mayfield

Et faut qu’j’me penche sur l’dernier de Mick Jenkins

Kurt, Prince, Hendricks ou Ferg, Peet, Amy

Muddy, Tracy ou le petit Kendrick

Bref, les plaisirs sont variés et inépuisables

Me nourrissent, m’enrichissent, me remplissent et puis j’pars

En quête des beats fat efficaces et qui m’parlent

Se marieront avec ma voix comme violence et Sam Peckinpah

Et quand je tombe dessus, j’fais la tête de Jay dans Fade To Black

C’est viscéral, physique, ça va m’émouvoir

Je le sais, j’loupe pas, ce son est pour moi

Dessus je ferai un truc intemporel comme le vrai Boom Bap

C’est encore la vibe qui commande quand je suis face au cahier

Que j’cueille les phases provoquant extase, le bic donne des orgasmes au papier

Maîtrise comme Kobe face au panier

Stakhanoviste d’l’art d’la bonne rime, kiffe comme Kanye kiffe Kanye

C’est encore la vibe qui commande dans le stud’ devant l’micro

Qu’il faut sentir comment poser en prenant le temps qu’il faut

Vibe enfin sur les planches, grandes osmose, grand niveau

Parfois même devant 10 potes je plane, je m’sens si haut

Vibe… Vibe… Vibration

La vibe m’emmène ailleurs, higher

Vibe… Vibe… Vibration

Ouais la vibe m’emmène ailleurs, higher

[aaronpullinteeth]

Ok, I'm gonna do my "...Of The Year" list for wrestling. It's close enough now we're in December. So pending anything major happening in the next couple of weeks, here's my list:

Wrestler Of The Year: Jon Moxley

Company Of The Year: AEW

Tag Team Of The Year: The Usos

Storyline Of The Year: Sami Zayn & The Bloodline

PPV Of The Year: None stand out as head and shoulders above the rest, it's been a pretty consistent year

Match Of The Year: Kingston vs Ishi

Most Underrated Of The Year: Xavier Woods

Most Deserved Title Win: Jamie Hayter - AEW Women's Title

[voidselfshipp]

Meant to post this on vday. But oh well.

->only mutuals allowed to reblog. Dont REPOST my art, dont feed to A//I I do not CONSENT.

#tma s/I #jon tag pending #this series is gucking me up #sweet jesus my heart

[mihrsuri]

Give me a character/historical figure and I’ll make a fake Instagram for them: Thayet for @wheresonichedgehogwnt

#pending graphic tag #book: tortall #book: tamora pierce #oscar isaac has been my immortals era jon for a while #so um yes

[ao3feed-jonmartin]

The Case of the End of the World (Pending)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/uQrVP6C by WonkyElk The team gets some visitors and some unwelcome information. Martin has a decision to make. Words: 4258, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 5 of CW Detective Agency Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Martin Blackwood, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Sasha James Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Detectives, Fluff and Angst, Soppy, Established Relationship, Friendship, POV Martin Blackwood read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/uQrVP6C

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

[selenite-self-shipping]

Reblog and say “A family can be...” while describing all of your F/Os but badly.

I’ll go first:

A family can be an evil spider man, a kind and caring leader, a manic pixie dream girl, and a feral archivist with too many eyes.

#self ship #self shipper #self shipping #self shipping community #f/o #fictoromantic #self insert #self inserts #selfshipping #selfship #f/os #canon x oc #nocturnal love #moonlit sacred datura #pending ship tag for jon #will♡ #lawrence♡ #tullia♡ #jon♡ #body horror tw// #body horror mention/// #selenite's chitter

[warriorcall]

BITTER SOULMATE // NOT ACCEPTING // @wickedwyrms ( MOX & KOTA.)

                           ‘ i’m not good enough for you. this is wrong. ‘

the words had whirled around the males head for a second, confusing him, leaving him in somewhat of a daze because of it. he felt has though he was dreaming, for a quick second he assumed that he’d heard the other male wrong but he knew he hadn’t. he’d heard perfectly clear what kota had just said to him and honestly, it left him stunned because truly, no one had ever been not good enough for jon, it was always him who wasn’t enough. he was broken, damaged from a past that constantly haunted him even as an adult, by relationships that just couldn’t last, always ending because of something he’d done. kota had been different, everything about it was a feeling he’d never felt before which made him all the more confused about his words. ‘ you’re not good enough for me ? you’re a fucking angel compared to me, ‘ he spoke and has the words left his lips, his eyebrow raised slightly, blue eyes focused on the other, staring at him intently, trying to read his body language. he couldn’t, couldn’t get an exact grasp on what kota might be feeling, what he might be thinking as the two of them stood in his hotel room. ‘ i’m really....confused to what’s happening ? no one’s ever too good for me, it’s usually me who ends up being the problem. ‘

#jon moxley. ( starter ! ) #jon moxley. ( verse ; main ! ) #jon moxley. ( ship tag pending ! ) #// this is trash i am sorry

[hebled]

@snowbrn​    hit  ♡   on   the   STARTER   CALL   !

There’s   a   deep   sigh   from   Beck’s   chest   as   he   makes   it  to   the  front   of   the  queue ,  one   hand   in   a   TIGHT   fist  as  he   makes   his   order  .  Then  after  a  second  ——————    “      uh  ,   forgive  me  ..  can   I  make   that  a   triple   shot  ?    “    there’s   a   pause .   He   makes  a  soft   sound   that   ALMOST   seems   like   an   apology .   “     I’ve   had    a   really   fucking    shit   day .    “     A   shrug   accompanies   the   words .  

#002 ⪦ ᶦ'ᵐ ᵃ ᵐᵃⁿ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᶦˢˢᵘᵉˢ ; ᵃ ᵐᵃⁿ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵖᵃᶦⁿ ⤷ // in character #jon tags pending

[voidselfshipp]

I Bet On Losing Dogs

->Cw: body horror mention,hurt/confort,gif contains Fire,spoilers for TMA from episodes 77-83.

Summary: after events of Not Sasha and the death of the mysterious book keeper, Jon finds himself adrift with nothing to his name, falling back on the one person that he can,his eldritch being of a girlfriend,jerico.

->Only mutuals/Friends allowed to reblog.

Jonathan looked at the small room Jerico had carved out for him. This house,Like many things hes seen, bends to the Will of things beyond his comprehension.

Despite everything that had happened,losing his home and practically the entirety of his things, he still had found a place to stay,of course its the only person who understands what happened.

--Are you okay-- ah,there she is, jerico stands there at the entrance of his room. She looks concerned and her arms are folded over her chest like they usually are.

--Im...alright-- he lied, unconvincingly so.

--The hell ya are--She answered,stepping into the room, the safeguards she had put into place wobbling the mirage of her human form as the endless tumoltuos sea she had for skin breaks into foamy dark waves.

--Jerico ive burndened you enough by making you set up a place for me here

She rolled her eyes as she usually does whenever he says nonsense-- Youre no burden and you didnt make me do anything--Her arms wrap around his neck in a hug,he sighs and reluctantly hugs her, feeling shy and out of place. --You have a home here

Jonathan remains silent,face Burning with shame, his arms squeeze her and in no time hes burying his head on her chest,holding Back tears.

--You always have a place to stay here,this is your home too--She muttered, rocking Him side to side--cry if you need to

And her heart shatters like brittle coral as tears stains her shirt and sobbig falls past the lips of her beloved archivist. The Eye had gotten away with so much,she never particularly liked that entity even before Jon came into the picture.

He can feel her blood boiling,though hes not sure if he can sense her ire or he can feel her blood bubbling and pressing against her skin.

Tears fall past his cheeks like waterfalls, and she guides him to his bed to hold him better. She hates seeing him upset,stressed, she knows this is the peak of Many,many years of stress and dealings with the supernatural.

--We'll figure it out--She promised, voice soft and gentle, cooing like the softest Rumble of the Ocean-- first you rest,then you concentrate on gathering your strength, then we can see what we can do

--Youre always too Kind to me-- He whispered,voice Weak and broken-- I have no right in disturbing this peaceful life you made for yourself

--Shut the fuck up,Jon--jerico stated,voice firm and yet always loving-- Youre my boyfriend and this is not your fault--She promised pulling away a little to wipe off his tears. But the liquid falls down her thumb to her palm, they pool like water dripping from a stalactite. 

He sees her hold his tears in her hands, he soon stops crying as Curiosity takes over.

The water moves on her right palm, pulling and stretching as it struggles to acquire a form. First, Its a cat, that licks its paw and then does a little dainty walk to her pointer finger, then it becomes liquid again as it slides to her left palm,where it becomes a small octopus that waves at him.

--What...are you doing?--He asked.

--Distracting you,is it working?-- she asked with a knowing grin.

He lets out an annoyed,flustered groan-- oh my god

--Yes,dear?--She asked and he glared at her. The octopus waves at him one final time before It dissolves into steam.

Jeri giggled with joy and gave him one final big hug,he hugs back and sinks into his embrace. She pets and plays with his hair,humming softly to calm him down.

--My baby, my baby

You're my baby, say it to me

Baby, my baby

Tell your baby that I'm your baby-- she sings softly, he sighs under his breath and begrudgingly scoots to sit on her lap.

Jon rests his head on her shoulder,hearing her sing-- I bet on losing dogs

I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place

By the ring

Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down

I'll be there on their side

I'm losing by their side

--if youre telling me youre always by my side, you made it explicitly clear-- he announced,not loud enough to disturb her singing. He wanted to Keep listening,but he was going to be a hardass about it.

--Will you let me, baby, lose

On losing dogs

I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place

By the ring

Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down-- she keeps singing,ignoring her boyfriends brisk attemtps at playing tough guy.

She humms the rest of it, and slowly he falls asleep,emotionally and physically tired. When he goes limp in her arms, she lays him down and kisses his forehead.

--sleep tight, love-- jerico muttered softly, love in her voice that is as soft as silk.

Then,she returns to the kitchen, where she makes a cup of tea for herself. Whilist thinking about everything that has happened, her ears catch the jingle of bells.

By instinct she looks at her side and finds a New door on her kitchen, she already knows who it is and she doesnt care for a visit from a fellow eldritch being.

Yet the knocking starts, soft and then loud,loud enough that it might wake up Jon. This is what makes her Open it, "Michael" as he went by these days, couldnt enter her home (see: her realm) without her permission,hence why she opens the door instead of him.

Michael can only stand at the entrance, leaning on the door frame with his tall,too long of a body. His long hands and fingers Stretch into an unconfortable length And his grin has too Many teeth.

--well,afternoon Antiquarian-- He said,voice playful and sing songy-- why the sour face?

--Your presence--She replied without much thought.

--Tsk Tsk-- Michael scolded-- that the way to receive a friend?

They were barely Friends,mind you,she liked his proclivity to mischief but drew the line at murder-- what do you want?

--Just to check up on you--He replied,sounding so sorry for his friend who gives him a cup of tea which he gladly takes-- after all,ive heard youve been dealing with some rather heavy things

She rolls her eyes and drinks from her own cup-- things yalls lil war has caused, mind you

--Ah well, side effects I suppose-- he backtracks as soon as she glared at him-- I mean,unfortunate of course

--Youre here to revel in my pain then ill kick your ass back to your ugly ass endless corridor-- she bit Back like a pirana,  voice sharp like fangs and her growl echoing the breaking of stormy waves.

--Im only here to deliver advice,Entity to entity-- He stated-- Your love for the archivist makes you weak--

--Gee,thank you for the advice,leave-- She interrupted, going to the nearby kitchen aisle to fix up a few maganizes Back on the little spot she puts them at.-- and it doesnt,by the way

--Youre choosing a side-- he continued,a little annoyed-- Wether you like it or not,youre Siding with The Eye

--Tell the eye and The Spiral and The Web or how Many of you fuckers are there, that you can shove that war up your asses, I do not care for it-- she tries not to tip her hand but he already knows what shes trying to say.

Theres a brief, unconfortable silence, Michael hasnt moved an inch-- you really do love him,dont you?

She sighed--You already know the answer

--you know,Ive always admired that about you--She turns to him and raises a brow--I mean it! I really do! Youve always had more heart than any of us. Its impressive

He watches the corner of her lips twitch into a tiny,Tiny,smile. He chuckles and adds--Ah,theres that smile I like to see

--Im on jons side,get it through your thick spiraly head --Jerico stated, leaning on the kitchen aisle,arms folded-- ill stop this war,or if it happens, ill make sure you all dont damage this precious world

--Im sure you will--He finishes his drink and sets the empty cup on the entrance of the door-- thank you for this by the way,you always make the best tea

She finally cracked and chuckled a little-- okay leave,shoo begone

He nodds--Okay,okay im leaving. Good afternoon,antiquarian-- Michael said,walking into his endless corridor and closing the door.

--Goodbye,Michael

Jerico puts the two cups on the dishwasher and leaves to Open up the bookstore.

There was a war coming, but Jon wouldnt have to face it alone. She was there with him,even if he lost

#tma s/I #jon tag pending #cw fire #tw fire #cw body horror #tw body horror #tma spoilers