#no more jon of any sort and no more Michael

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

David Tennant at This Morning show with Alison Hammond and Dermot O’Leary talking about Good Omens Season 2, 11.07.2023 :) ❤

DO: And David joins us now. I mean, this looks like a great show.

David: Oh, yeah.

DO: So, I mean, It's pure Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, isn't it?

David: It is, yeah.

DO: The whole thing. So tell us, so if people haven't seen the first series and they want to go back, set the whole scene.

David: So I'm Hell's representative on Earth, Michael Sheen is Heaven's representative on Earth, put there to do the biding of our respective Head Offices. But we found out that if we became mates and sort of helped each other out, it kind of cut out the workload, cancelled each other out. So we're best mates. But in Series One we end up having to avert the apocalypse, which we managed to do, but as a result of that, we get cut off. So we're now living on Earth as independent individuals.

AH: So do you still need each other, then?

David: We still need each other. We've only got each other now because we don't have Heaven and Hell anymore.

DO: Because you both love earth so much, you both like.

David: Oh, we much prefer living on Earth because Heaven's a bit stuffy and Hell's awful.

DO: So you conspire to thwart the Armageddon. Exactly.

David: We thwart the Armageddon. That's fine. But Series Two begins when the angel Gabriel, Jon Hamm, who you just saw there, shows up at Aziraphale, Michael Sheen's bookshop, naked with no memory, holding a cardboard box. So suddenly we're locked into the politics of Heaven and Hell again. We don't know what's going on. We've got a mystery to solve. Why is the angel Gabriel here? The angel Gabriel tried to kill us both at the end of the last series, so we've got to...

DO: But now he's kind of got amnesia and...

David: Yes. So he becomes like our weird child, in this sort of weird sort of eternal marriage that Michael and I are locked in.

DO: So many shows now use a book as their base and then they do really well and you can see the company and the writers go, better come up some new ideas, I suppose. So the book's obviously Terry Pratchett and then Neil Gaiman, correct?

David: That's right. They wrote that together years and years and years ago. Much beloved. And that's what the first series was. But Neil and Terry had always talked about possibilities of this sequel that they never got around to making. Terry's no longer with us. But when the possibility came up, Neil thought, well, listen, I've got some ideas. Let's spin it forward. Let's see if we can tell the story we were always going to tell. So we get to come back.

AH: Should we have a little sneak look at the new series? Let's have a look. So good. Did you ever think it was going to be this successful? Did you even know that you were going to go into a second series

David: Oh, no, not at all. No. There was only one novel, so we just thought we were coming together to do that. And I didn't realise how beloved this book was. I first read a script. But it means a lot to a lot of people.

AH: And the look of you is so striking. Did you have any input into that? A bit, yeah, we sort of all found it together, myself and makeup and costume and Neil Gaiman, who ran the show. So, yeah, we kind of arrived... in the book he's a bit more - because obviously the book was sort of early ninetues, so he was a bit more sharp-suited and a bit more Wolf of Wall Street. So we've kind of had to find the kind of modern equivalent of that.

DO: Is he... obviously you're playing a demon. Has he got any humanity in him or is he purely self-centered?

David: Well, he's not a very good demon. He's good at sort of the snarl and the swagger and pretending that he's terribly cynical, but actually his problem is that he's a bit too...  there’s a bit too much heart, really.

DO: He's alright

David: Yeah, yeah.

DO: Must be wonderful playing a baddie.

David: Oh, it's great fun, but he's not a baddie, is not really a baddie.

DO: Yeah, yeah.

David: And just like Aziraphale angel is not always as goody goody as he likes it, so they meet very beautifully in the middle.

DO: You and Michael Sheen. I mean, you've worked together a fair bit, don't you. I loved Staged. That was such fun.

David: Yeah!

AH: Have you ever not worked together?

David: Now we only work together.

AH: All the time.

David: Yeah. I mean, He's not sitting on this sofa, but he is backstage. We can't be apart.

DO: He's speaking in his ear right now.

David: Exactly, yeah.

AH: But you are... you have got a genuine friendship. You're growing old together gracefully.

David: We're growing old together?!

AH: You look good for it, I'm not going to lie. What's the secret, babe?

David: A lot of makeup. It's very thick.

AH: We've got to talk about the fact that you are returning to Doctor Who.

David: Ah, yes.

AH: I can't believe this. And can you tell us anything at all?

David: I mean, beyond that I'm doing it? I think...

AH: No.

David: Really. Because that's the fun of it, isn't it? Hopefully tt was a bit of a surprise when I showed up. When Jodie Whittaker regenerated into me.

AH: We were shocked.

David: It was a bit of a surprise, so we wanted to sort of keep some shocks, but Catherine Tate's back, so it's a bit like 15 years never happened, to be honest.

DO: Know about it for a while. Like... did Russell T get in touch and say...

David: Yeah, it sort of gradually kind of evolved as an idea and we thought maybe they'd let us do a one off for old time's sake. And then suddenly it became a bit more than that and we were back for a bit of a run.

AH: So how many episodes did you get to do?

David: We did three.

AH: Wow. That's incredible. What's it like to be back? Did he just slot straight back in?

David: I mean, sort of. It felt weirdly familiar. Yeah. And you think, 'Oh, will I still able to run as fast? Can I still kind of...?' But it was like we'd never been away. It was joyous. Yeah.

DO: And could we talk about your son? Because is your son in Good Omens with you?

David: Ty's in... has a part in Episode Two of Good Omens.

AH: Is he?

DO: And I loved him in House of the Dragon.

David: I know. He's very good. He's very good.

DO: What a relief.

David: There he is. I know, what a relief. Exactly. No, I mean...

AH: Imagine if he was bad.

David: Imagine if he was rubbish. How would we tell him? Sit down, listen...I know it's sort of the family business, but maybe joinery? So... no, he's really good. And he's annoyingly good looking. You know, he's just got it all. So it's lovely and great to get to work together. Brilliant.

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[dragon-kazansky]

MASQUERADE AT MIDNIGHT: REVAMP

Mads Mikkelsen

Ethan Hawke

Pedro Pascal

Oscar Isaac

Thinking of one more to add. My list so far:

Val Kilmer (who would have guessed)

Michael Douglas

Jon Hamm (for one of my besties)

Daniel Bruhl

Remember my Vampire AU? I want to redo it with a smaller cast. A new plotline. Sort of. It will be a reader insert who is off to help the vampires once again, but with a slightly different take.

Do I keep Jeremy Irons as the villain? Do we go down a different route? Suggestions are welcome.

♡♡♡

Please do tell me if you have any interest in this at all. Last time it was the support I got that made that story all the more special.

Please note that I will update the links to the original story soon 💕

#mads mikkelsen x reader #ethan hawke x reader #oscar isaac x reader #pedro pascal x reader #masquerade at midnight

[cult-of-the-eye]

@melandrops tma restaurant AU? (Coming from someone who knows next to nothing about how restaurants work lol)

Ok so the Magnus Institute is like a prestigious but controversial like Michelin Star restaurant with millions of fancy little courses

The controversy comes from the idea that each dish is tailored to target a person's traumatic and/or paranormal event and people have protested about the ethics but each protest has been magically made to go away so all that's left is rumours and people leaving with a vaguely unsettled feeling

Still gets good business though, just...interesting...customers

Hold on let me actually Google how restaurants work

Ok so after a quick Google I have come to the conclusion that Elias is the kitchen manager

He only comes out to criticise someone's plating and the only time there has ever been a record of him saying something nice is when someone was served cake

(it was from a patron with a Lonely themed children's birthday party where nobody came and the house turned to fog)

Gertrude was Head Chef but she died under mysterious circumstances and they found her body stuffed into an old freezer in the tunnels under the restaurant

Jon gets promoted to Head Chef, despite Sasha clearly having more experience and then Sasha, Tim and Martin make up the main kitchen crew

Jon is stressed because Gertrude left behind very complicated, messy instructions on how to create the menus for the patrons, so he's literally making it up as he goes along but somehow it always seems to work out

Tim is usually on side dishes, Sasha on mains and Martin on desserts but they swap when needed

Martin meets Jon when he accidentally lets a dog into the restaurant

Martin lied about his work experience in another prestigious restaurant and it's honestly been a miracle why he hasn't been fired yet

(maybe his years cooking for his mum did come in handy)

The fears all still exist, each dish is personally tailored to the fear the patron has been touched by and during the course of the meal, they're compelled to explain how the dish was relevant to that experience like they're in some sort of trance

Michael is still Michael (until he's Helen)

The Jane Prentiss incident still happens (Martin's out getting some of the more sketchier ingredients when he stumbled upon her, i guess it's just a lot scarier that the worms are gonna get the restaurant shut down and then why Elias isn't more worried about that prospect)

The Leitners could still exist with the patrons having brushes with them

Ooh maybe he gets brutally kitchen utensil murdered

Tim flirts with as many of the patrons he possibly can

Melanie was part of a rival restaurant chain that had gained popularity for apparently being haunted until she joins the Institute

Daisy and Basira are still detectives that investigate some of the ethical protests

Canon is pretty much followed as much as it can be

Jmart still happens. Obviously. You can really get up close and personal in a busy kitchen, especially when your chef keeps abandoning his work to bring you cups of water. (It's hot in a kitchen I'm guessing)

Yeah ok if I can think of any more I'll add them!

#kinda proud of myself for this one #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin k blackwood #sasha james #tim stoker #daisy tonner #basira hussain #melanie king #jmart #tma headcanons #tma aus #jurgen leitner #michael the distortion #the fears #the lonely

[rossary-of-the-rose]

So. I just listened to MAG 200, finally finishing the fever dream that is The Magnus Archives, and all I have to say is: Holy shit. Just. Good lord.

Look, I knew it was going to be sad. I've been on Pinterest. But Jesus. I was not prepared. Now I'm shaking and will certainly be curling in the fetal position later, sobbing and screaming into the void. I mean, I'm happy for Basira, Melanie & Georgie of course, as well as our beloved Admiral, but God. Jon and Martin, I love you, you deserved so much better, I see why all your fanfics are fix it. But even just thinking about everyone we have lost, all the characters I got emotionally attached to. Sasha. Tim. Daisy. Michael Shelley. Even thinking about all the avatars (I'm a sucker for a villian, what can I say?) makes my lungs spasm with love and want. I shall miss them all for eternity.

And so ends possibly the greatest experience I've ever had with a fandom, at least until I recover enough to start tmagp. Everything about tma is just pure amazingness. Everything. It's funny how much you can grow to love random people just by hearing them voice act a character and laugh in bloopers. I love them so much, the whole cast. The two blooper episodes brought me more joy than I think I have ever experienced with a piece of media, trumping even the mighty Good Omens, which is saying something (To be fair though, Not with that thong on! and Oh god, I'm knackered, I've been doing all this labelling! would make anyone crack up, although perhaps not continue hysterically giggling for over fifty minutes... They still pop into my head sometimes and I'll just randomly snort in really inappropriate situations because I'm gonna buy some 'ead and shoulders, 'cause I found one on the road this mornin'! and Gertrude's been on the sauce, need I say more? Yes? Alright then,if you insist - Happy little DOORBELLS! FifTy MInUteS eArLY! and Fuck you, Jonny. God, he drags the rest of us down. What a wanker! I could go on, but I feel these brackets have already gotten way longer than they have any business being). I love these strangers more than I love anyone else I've actually met before, except my partner. They are everything to me. And I cannot wait to re-listen to all five seasons yet again, definitely screaming and crying and laughing and screaming while I do so. I have never before listened to and experienced something so perfect. Alex and Jonny, you have legitimately changed my life in all the best and worst ways possible, and I hate you and love you for it. You have my utmost gratitude and admiration, also kindly piss off.

Seriously though, the genuine adoration and idolization I hold for all the voice actors is sort of concerning. VA for Simon Fairchild gets a special mention, as well as Michael The Distortion because how is it possible to fall in love with a person after listening to only their voice for thirty seconds-

#the magnus archives #the magnus pod #the magnus protocol #i can't wait to listen to tmagp #i'm gonna die aren't i #might as well have descended as the fucking messiah because holy shit this podcast saved me #highly recommend #whole experience a cross between WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON SHIT HAS HIT THE FAN #reading memes made the whole thing 20x better #this episode killed me #i am deceased #mag 200 #god i love it so much #tma #tmagp #tma spoilers

[murderandcoffee]

I'm sorry I sent the ask too early-

Can i get some of your tma character design hcs

👉👈

well of course you can! sorry it's taken me a bit to get to this ask, I'm uh. bad at keeping up with messages lmao

okay so quick disclaimer: I didn't have solid visual ideas of all the tma characters--details would change or shift or whatever, so I'll only list some major ones/the ones I really imagined well

jon:

I see jon as a japanese-british guy who's like 5'6"/5'7" (168-170cm) with a bit of a dad bod. stern-looking, with short black hair that's graying around the temples, and some well-kept facial hair. I imagine him growing his hair out over the course of the show. he's also got glasses. I've drawn my interpretation of jon a couple of times--check out my bs.art tag if you wanna see it!

martin:

uh oh this is the one that could get me in trouble with the fandom. now listen: I had NO contact with fandom interpretations of the characters when I listened, so there was no influence from fanon designs. the martin in my head is a very tall, very lanky, awkward trans guy with blue eyes, shaggy blond hair, and a crooked smile. he's got freckles and glasses, and moves kind of like he's still a teenager getting used to how long his limbs are after a growth spurt.

sasha:

okay so the way I imagined sasha is actually pretty close to a lot of fan interpretations! I see her as a tall-ish, well-put-together, academic-looking black woman with glasses and a natural hair. I picture her wearing a lot of skirts and sweater vests. she's definitely the most professional-looking of the archival staff in my mind.

tim:

I'm not gonna lie I really pictured tim for longest time as tim wright from marble hornets. I kinda still do. tall white guy with dark hair, sideburns, and expressive eyebrows. goofy and expressive. not much else I can say for him lmao.

michael distortion:

this is another one where the picture in my mind is waaaaay different from popular fanon. the distortion, to me, was not psychedelic-eyestrain-tie-dye-colorful. it was more of a black and white, reality but a little to the left, slenderman-/cryptid-esque vibe. definitely inspired by the visual auras I get from migraines. the distortion looks completely normal until you see its reflection/see it through a warped pane of glass, then it's all sorts of fucked up! but fucked up in a take too much nyquil and see the hat man sort of way, instead of a take too much acid and see god sort of way.

gerry:

I believe in natural redhead gerry

basira:

okay okay another one that people are gonna disagree with. the basira in my head does not wear a hijab. she's got her hair slicked back into a tight, military-style bun. brown hair, brown eyes, brown skin, some moles and freckles, some scars, no-nonsense, take-no-shit attitude.

daisy:

the daisy I picture is a small firecracker of a woman. she's dangerous the way brass knuckles are dangerous--sure they fit in the palm of your hand, but they will deliver blows that you won't ever recover from, if you're lucky enough to survive. she's covered in scars, muscular, very pale (I see her mostly as a redhead), and with some tattoos, too. sometimes I picture her as blonde, but I like ginger daisy.

melanie:

I've drawn my version of melanie! I see her as desi/south asian, with wavy brown hair and brown-green eyes. I hc that she dyes her hair red, but once she's infected with the slaughter it starts staying that way (un)naturally. she's short in my mind, probably a few inches shorter than jon.

I don't have much for elias, georgie, or helen, really. their designs kind of shift around in my head. I feel like I'm forgetting characters, but oh well!

I've drawn a few not listed here (annabelle, agnes)

if there are any characters in particular that you're curious to see how I envision them, lemme know!

#tma #the magnus archives #jon sims #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #sasha james #tim stoker #timothy stoker #gerry keay #gerard keay #michael distortion #michael shelley #basira hussain #daisy tonner #alice daisy tonner #melanie king #bs.txt #ask murderandcoffee #long post #anonymous

[hmslusitania]

I thought that other ask you got was phrased sort of weirdly when they said “American and SAG” and so I’d like to clarify: you don’t have to be American to be part of SAG, or WGA for that matter. You just have to have worked on American productions. For example, the SDCC panel for Good Omens S2 is effectively cancelled because not only is Neil Gaiman a WGA member, but David Tennant, Michael Sheen, and Miranda Richardson (and Jon Hamm but that seems obvious) are SAG members and they are therefore not allowed to promote the show. Good Omens S2 was filmed entirely in Scotland with (mostly) British actors, but it is still very much affected.

Obviously, an actor who has never worked in the US before will not be on strike. But plenty of British actors come over here to work on American shows, and are part of SAG, and are therefore on strike. It won’t impact the BBC as much as it will American companies, but I would be very surprised if it was completely without impact. I think the best way to know if it’s going to impact your fave British show is to look up whether any of the actors have been in American shows before, including anything on streaming services. (e.g., Shadow and Bone is filmed in Budapest but it’s still technically an American production because it’s Netflix, and that’s why the writers of the show are picketing.)

Oof, this got long, sorry about that! Just wanted to give more information as I’ve been following the strikes closely as someone with a lot of interest in the industry!

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#sag-aftra #thanks Charlie! genuinely do not know how I ended up as a corner for this conversation but! always happy to spread informarion

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[apple-juice16]

Fanfics I found enjoyable. Like a lot. My personal favs.

Masterkey override or the one time when everyone realised that Lance was smart ClaraCivry (Kat_of_Dresden)

No Archive Warnings Apply, Lance & Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk & Lance & Pidge | Katie Holt, Lance (Voltron)Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Matt Holt, Coran (Voltron), Smart Lance, Surprised Team, Insecure Lance (Voltron), Awesome Pidge, Types of intelligence, Realisations, People appreciatng Lance, Fluff

Basically, Lance asks Pidge to teach him some technical stuff, and it turns out that he is more intelligent than any of them thought (including Lance himself). A smart Lance fic, for all your smart Lance needs, featuring awesome teacher Pidge and startstruck team.

Words: 1,323 - Chapters: 1/1

Monopoly was a bad idea - AuroraDownTheRabbitHole

No Archive Warnings Apply, Keith/Lance (Voltron), Allura/Shiro (Voltron), Keith & Shiro (Voltron), Keith & Pidge | Katie Holt, Allura & Coran & Hunk & Keith & Lance & Pidge | Katie Holt & Shiro, Keith & The Blade of Marmora, Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Kolivan (Voltron), Ulaz (Voltron), Thace (Voltron), Antok (Voltron), Swearing, Team as Family, Board Games, Monopoly (Board Game) - Freeform, Chaos, Domestic Fluff, Dads of Marmora (Voltron)

The blade of marmora members really shouldn't have let the paladins play Monopoly,you know what they say you only play board games with the people you want to break bonds with ............. this was a big mistake.

Words: 660 - Chapters: 1/1

An Eye for an Eye - DpsMercy

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Martin Blackwood & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Sasha James & Tim Stoker, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist & Tim Stoker, Michael | The Distortion & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Helen | The Distortion & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood, Sasha James, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus, Not Them (The Magnus Archives), Michael | The Distortion (The Magnus Archives), Helen | The Distortion (The Magnus Archives), Other Character Tags to Be Added, Jon is from Night Vale, Crack Treated Seriously, Friendship, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fix-It of Sorts, Jon becomes friends with most avatars, Spooky shenanigans, Jon is too chill to be scared, No beta we die like Gertrude's assistants, Typical Night Vale Weirdness, Typical Night Vale Violence, Canon-Typical Worms (The Magnus Archives), typical TMA horror

In which Jonathan Sims is not from the UK but instead, if you took his origins and turned them sideways twice then flipped them over, he technically would be from the US, the town of Night Vale specifically. Elias can’t do shit about it and gets a headache and slowly creeping madness instead. ***** On indefinite hiatus

Words: 15,555 - Chapters: 9/?

Welcome to...The Magnus Institute? - princeetheo

No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Carlos/Cecil Palmer, Georgie Barker/Melanie King, Elias Bouchard/Peter Lukas, Martin Blackwood, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Sasha James, Elias Bouchard, Peter Lukas, Rosie Zampano, Georgie Barker, Melanie King, Jessica Law (Fictionalized), Jordan Kennedy, Ben Below (fictionalized), Basira Hussain, Alice "Daisy" Tonner, Carlos (Welcome to Night Vale), Cecil Palmer, Dana Cardinal, Steve Carlsberg, Janice (Welcome to Night Vale), Abby Palmer, Cecilos are Jon sims parents AAAA, Non-Human Cecil Palmer, Cecil Palmer is Described, Autistic Carlos (Welcome to Night Vale), Trans Carlos (Welcome to Night Vale), Awkward Carlos (Welcome to Night Vale), jon sims and dana cardinal are childhood besties, steve carlsberg is the best uncle, Cecil Palmer's Fashion Sense, Dork Carlos (Welcome to Night Vale), eye avatar cecil palmer, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, FUCK CANON !, we ball, no beta we die like danny stoker, Pining Martin Blackwood, The Mechanisms Were Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist's College | University Band, Autistic Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Trans Martin Blackwood

Carlos 'The Scientist' Sims and Cecil Palmer are Jonathan Sims parents, that's it. that's the fic.

Words: 2,325 - Chapters: 3/?

jonathan sims: part-time archivist, part-time wanted murderer, full-time bitch

ceruleancats

No Archive Warnings Apply, Jon & Several Cats, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Georgie Barker, Jude Perry, Michael "Mike" Crew, Basira Hussain, Alice "Daisy" Tonner, Elias Bouchard, Martin Blackwood, Humor, Comed, ya bit cracky, Based on a Tumblr Post, everyone thinks jon killed leitner and they revere him for it, Season 3, Season 3 AU, Canon Asexual Character, Asexual Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Cats

Jon didn't kill Jurgen Leitner, but no matter how many times he tries to tell people that, they just don't seem to believe him! It's not all bad, though: while he is a wanted murderer on the run from the cops, Leitner was apparently so universally despised that Institute employees and Avatars alike are tripping over themselves to help him out. Now, he just has to figure out how to clear his name (though that's easier said than done).

Words: 17,189 - Chapters: 10/10

The White Wolf - JaskiersWolf

No Archive Warnings Apply, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Triss Merigold, Nenneke (The Witcher), Shapeshifting, Shapeshifter Jaskier | Dandelion, Wolf Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Non-Human Jaskier | Dandelion, Feral Jaskier | Dandelion, Established Relationship, Protective Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Protective Jaskier | Dandelion, Pack Cuddles, Sleepy Cuddles, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Mild Blood

Following an unfortunate encounter with a mage, Geralt gets cursed into a wolf. Jaskier and Geralt must travel the Continent in search of someone that can help them. - Can be read as a stand alone

Words: 6,018 - Chapters: 3/3

Five times Jaskier hid nothing from Geralt and one time the Witcher finally noticed the obvious

cucumber_of_doom

No Archive Warnings Apply, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Jaskier can talk to animals, Geralt is so dense he might collapse into a black hole at any moment, can be read as pre relationship, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Cares About Jaskier | Dandelion, curses gone right, 5+1 Things

Jaskier has a special talent he never tried to hide from Geralt: He can understand and talk to animals. He never tried to hide this from Geralt, but our witcher is a bit dense.

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The Viscount - pukner

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"I can't imagine just telling people I'm from Lettenhove, though," the man says, a smile caught in his voice, "How do you do it?" "Can I tell you a secret?" asks Jaskier, tone taking on a conspiratory tilt. Then, in a whisper that is no quieter than his earlier speech, "I think it's funny." "Funny!" says the man, laughing. Funny, thinks Geralt, bemused. Lettenhove isn't actually a real place. But Jaskier is certainly the Viscount of it. (Or, five times Jaskier tells someone he's the Viscount of Lettenhove, and one time he tells the truth.)

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okay hi so i don’t know if this has been mentioned or not or discussed or anything but

-gerry in canon dies in 2014, in nhthcth he seems to have died in like. 2011 (if he even died?? i can’t remember if that’s confirmed)

-mary keay skins herself in 2008 but in nhthcth it’s between 1998-2001

-gertude dies in nhthcth in 2011 (i might be getting the dates wrong but she dies earlier than in canon and that means she never knew about how rituals are doomed to fail unless you bring all the entities in)

will this be important later or is like. just timeline adjustment but it has the same effect on nhthcth as it does in canon

Yisss the timeline discrepancies in nhthcth my beloved

From a perspective of the story itself, some of the timeline discrepancies are due to the butterfly effect. For example, Mary Keay—she skinned herself sooner as a direct result of Jon and Gerry running away together. That made her realize that her legacy was something to be lost (and may have already been) and drove her to take drastic measures. As to the other landmarks you mentioned:

Nothing about Gerry’s fate has been confirmed so I’ll decline to answer this one.

Gertrude did die earlier, amidst a different ritual, but there’s a lingering question as to whether she also figured it out earlier. That, we don’t know. Her exact death and why it happened hasn’t been revealed yet.

On a more thematic level, the change in timelines is a metaphysical device used to comment on this Jon’s constant internal struggle, which is whether he can save anyone at all. I talked about it in another post, but I wanted one of the lingering themes to be whether Jon can actually make anything better. One of the things I really like about fanfiction is that it lets me play in kind of a meta space. There’s an entire body of knowledge that the readers draw upon. And I wanted to sort of capture the inevitability and futility found in the cosmic horror of the Magnus archives by refusing to give any single point where nhthcth’s universe was definitively improved by Jon attempting to save people.

Jon’s struggle with his own continued humanity has led him to undertake a series of futile attempts to save people, with Danny as the most recent (and most involved he’s ever been). Throughout it all, he constantly questions whether he’s ever made anything better, and whether anyone can be saved—in part, because he’s never been able to accept the fact that he couldn’t have been saved. Mike likened him to someone who kept putting injured birds in boxes and being surprised when they croaked.

And the thing is that nhthcth Jon is further in his becoming than canon Jon ever was (until season 5). He’s been around longer. He’s savvy in the world. He’s more powerful and capable than canon Jon ever was, and it’s not from any fault of canon Jon—this is a Jon that’s actually in the know. He’s got experience in this world and the power to back him. If anyone can save people, it should be him.

But there’s no single point where anything’s actually better than canon. And part of that is that all the same things have happened, albeit in different ways.

Gertrude still died. Sooner than she did the first time. Mary Keay still died and took her anger out on Gerry—but he was younger, more vulnerable, and newly devastated from losing Jon. We don’t know what happened to him, exactly, but he’s not there, and sooner than he was in canon.

Tim, Martin, and Sasha all still ended up trapped in the Archives with him, and sooner than they did in canon. Michael is still the Distortion. Sarah is still dead. Elias is still Institute Head. Danny’s survived the Theatre, but he’s far from safe, and more people are dying in his place. If anything, the world nhthcth Jon has created is worse than canon.

Jon’s constant struggle within nhthcth is whether he can save anyone, and whether there’s any worth to his attempts to cling to his own humanity if he’s only making things worse for others. And implicit within that is a meta commentary that the reader is left in perpetual uncertainty as to whether he’s ever saved anyone who wasn’t saved in canon. There’s never a single point of confirmation that the reader can draw upon that he’s made a better world.

#nhthcth

[invisibleicewands]

Whether it’s playing heightened versions of themselves on their hit series Staged or preventing the apocalypse as everyone’s favorite ethereal couple, Michael Sheen and David Tennant are a duo for the ages. With a combined roster that includes just about every major sci-fi and fantasy franchise from Doctor Who to Twilight behind them, the two are beloved by fans the world over — all of whom are eager to see them return to screens when the second season of Good Omens hits Prime Video this month.

The two return in full form as Aziraphale and Crowley in season two of the Neil Gaiman-penned series, but now that they’ve prevented the apocalypse, the series is going in an all-new direction: beyond the constraints of the book, and into never-before-seen territory. What that means for the angel and demon is anyone’s guess, but it’s up to them to solve yet another heavenly mystery this time around: why the archangel Gabriel (Jon Hamm) has lost his memory. Not an easy task, really, when Heaven and Hell are out to get the both of them, but the world’s at stake, leading the two into another adventure through time that explores friendship, love, and what it means to have faith.

Collider was excited to sit down with Tennant and Sheen prior to the ongoing SAG-AFTRA strike to discuss the new series and what it’s like going beyond the ending of the novel. During this conversation, we also discussed hopping through time with Aziraphale and Crowley, their favorite romantic comedies, and who they think is the better driver when it comes to Crowley’s beloved Bentley.

COLLIDER: I love this season, and one of my favorite parts of this season was that we get to see a little bit more of Aziraphale and Crowley through time, in addition to the main story. Did you guys have a favorite time period that you got to play in?

MICHAEL SHEEN: I love the 1940s stuff. I do really like that.

DAVID TENNANT: Yes, that is great, and getting to play with the zombies again. That was fun.

SHEEN: That was great, and, you know, I get to do some more magic.

TENNANT: Yeah, that was nice fun! That was nice fun.

SHEEN: That was my favorite.

I can imagine!

TENNANT: Yeah, it was great. I love the look of the 1860s one.

SHEEN: Yeah.

TENNANT: That's great. I loved that coat.

SHEEN: Yeah, it was very cold when we were filming that stuff.

TENNANT: Very.

SHEEN: So we got to have nice, warm costumes, which is always a plus.

TENNANT: But no, I mean, it's a sort of a never-ending joy to shoot, really, because you get all that variety within it as well. It's not just showing up in Aziraphale’s bookshop every day. Delightful, though, that! That’s beautiful, too.

SHEEN: Well, because this time the set, the SoHo bookshop set, was all built in the studio. So, on the first series, we only had a bit of it, and it was outdoors in some freezing cold airstrip somewhere that was miserable.

TENNANT: And even inside the bookshop would be blowing a gale, wouldn't it?

SHEEN: Yeah, but this time we were in a nice studio, and then there was this whole huge set with so much detail. All the shops are completely populated with all kinds of amazing things, so that was endlessly fascinating to be able to wander around there and look at all that. So, I loved all that. It's a very fun, very enjoyable show to work on, I’d say. We feel quite guilty about how enjoyable it is.

TENNANT: Yeah.

This season, as well, Aziraphale gets to drive the Bentley as well as Crowley. So, who do you think is the better driver?

TENNANT: I mean, don’t even.

SHEEN: Well, let's leave that up to the Bentley. Who does the Bentley like the most?

TENNANT: It’s not that at all.

SHEEN: And I think the evidence in the show is that it likes me the most.

TENNANT: But you've got to treat it in a certain way. You can't indulge it.

SHEEN: Treat you mean and keep ya keen!

TENNANT: Exactly. Well, that’s Crowley’s way, anyway. [laughs]

SHEEN: You’re dangerously close to that!

TENNANT: I’m not saying I condone any of that. But yes, it's true that the Bentley gets away from him, briefly, and that's very difficult for Crowley.

Additionally, you two, Aziraphale and Crowley, sort of worked together to, for lack of a better word, Four Weddings and a Funeral Maggie and Nina, the two fellow shopkeepers. So, I was curious, do you guys have a favorite romantic comedy?

TENNANT: Good question!

SHEEN: Ooh, When Harry Met Sally is a classic, isn't it? I think that's a modern-day classic.

TENNANT: I want to say It’s a Wonderful Life, but that doesn’t really count, does it? That’s not really a rom-com.

SHEEN: Something like Bringing Up Baby.

TENNANT: Yeah, Roman Holiday.

SHEEN: I grew up watching those Doris Day ones. That's always fun. And the Barbara Streisand and Ryan O’Neal, people like that, when they did stuff together. What’s Up, Doc?

TENNANT: What's Up, Doc? I’m gonna go with What’s Up, Doc? Well maybe that’s more comedy than rom-com? That’s more com than rom. There’s a bit of rom in there, though, isn’t it?

SHEEN: [laughs] There’s definitely rom.

TENNANT: And an amazing car chase!

#Michael Sheen #David Tennant #Interview #Good Omens #Good Omens 2 #Youtube

[oliverwolfboy]

My Magnus archives sells pitch (check the comments it has a much more coherent summary)

Why hello there my fellow bsd fans, listen to me as I tell you about the wonders of the Magnus archives while trying my best not to spoiler all of you. Do you want to have even more emotional damage, which I am sure you have plenty of after the latest chapter? Well come along for the ride as Alex and Jonny cheerfully remind us that this podcast is a tragedy. The Magnus archives is in fact a podcast, an amazingly crafted horror Podcast at that. The Magnus Archives is at first a anthology podcast, with our protagonist Jonathan Sims working at the Magnus Institute, a place dedicated to researching and archiving paranormal events as what they call statemants. Jonathan Sims or Jon as people often call him, is the new head archivist of the Magnus Institute, after the old one Gertrude Robinson died on the job. Jon is left to sort his way though an absolute mess of an archive, Jon however is not alone in this task as his assistants, Timothy Stoker and Sasha James, are there to help him, and Martin too i guess but he is barely any help. That is until an actual threat appears. Of course there are more characters then just our archival crew. The head of the Institute Elias bouchard is your classic asshole manager (even tho he isn't a manager), he really couldn't give a shit if his employees are in danger, but fine sasha i guess i will install more CO2 fire extinguishers and a CO2 fire system. Melanie King, the proprietor of the YouTube channel Ghost Hunt UK, anger issues if you want to know more you're gonna have to listen to the podcast. Basira Hussain and Alice ”Daisy” Tonner are both police officers, again if you want to know more listen to the podcast. Georgie Barker the host of the podcast What The Ghost, again listen to the podcast. If you want to be able to say, if I had a nickel every time I have been in a fandom where one of the villain characters have been a slavic clown with nikola in their name i would have two nickels which isn't a lot but it is weird that it happened twice, congrats you can now do that. Some of the tma characters are also named after horror writers. Tim stoker after Bram Stoker, Martin Blackwood after Algernon Blackwood, Elias Bouchard after J.W Bouchard, Melanie King after Stephan King, Eric Delano after Jamie Delano, Georgie Barker after Clive Barker, Sarah Carpenter after John Carpenter, Michael Shelley after Mary Shelley, and the Institute's American sister location the Usher Foundation is name after the short story The Fall of the house of Usher by Edgar Allan Poe. I am sure if you go looking you can find even more connections. So come along if you will, The Magnus Archives can be found on YouTube, Spotify, and anywhere you get your podcasts. Now i am just gonna tag as many characters as i can to send out the message and recommendation I am sorry about that. If you want a better coherent summary then go check the comments.

#bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #poe bsd #bsd edgar allan poe #bsd poe #bsd bram #bsd bram stoker #bram bsd #the magnus archives #ranpo edogawa #ranpoe #bsd ranpo #soukoku #shin soukoku #ranpo bsd #edogawa ranpo #dazai osamu #dazai bsd #bsd dazai #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #chuuya bsd #podcast recommendations #fyolai #bsd atsushi #atsushi nakajima #bsd akutagawa #akutagawa ryunoske #bsd fyodor

[go-to-the-mirror]

ummm let's see i haven't had brainrot about the magnus archives recently (other than tim and mike) but uhhhhh if you have any funny silly little thing about helen/michael you want to talk about please go ahead I'm all ears (imagine a picture of an owl with really big feather tufts on its head)

So, Helen never tells a lie. She’s not Helen, but she is Helen. She knows what’s in the centre of the tunnels, but she’s choosing not to tell Jon. She felt bad about killing that old man, but she chose to stop feeling guilty. She thinks Jon should choose to stop feeling guilty.

When someone doesn’t tell a lie, how do you disprove them? How do you say you’re right. It’s not a lie to say Jon’s dwelling has never stopped him from hurting innocent and not innocent people. It’s not a lie to say Jon doesn’t deserve Martin. It’s not a lie to say Jon ended the world.

What do you focus on? How do you say you’re right? How do you disprove it, if it’s right?

Jon doesn’t deserve Martin. No one “deserves” someone else, A), but B) If Jon is a monster; if Jon likes hurting people, on some level; if Jon can’t live comfortably without hurting people, does he deserve Martin’s love? No. But it doesn’t matter what you deserve, what even is that. It matters what people want. Jon wants Martin, Martin wants Jon, they make each other happy. And you can say that, but still, Helen’s words (or your thoughts) will remain. You don’t deserve him.

Jon ended the world. He did. It was him. He read the words, he had the marks. If it were not for him, the world would not have ended. But it was Jonah Magnus, he manipulated Jon; it was The Web, it manipulated Magnus and Jon, like some sort of manipulation turducken. But that doesn’t change that Jon read the worlds, Jon got the marks, Jon ended the world.

How do you disprove a thought that never deviates from reality? How do you disprove something that isn’t a lie? Jon can only Ceaseless Watcher Helen when she tells a lie, when she says she isn’t scared. There are signs she’s scared, tone of voice, increased heart rate, faster breathing, just Jon knowing. So, he can disprove it. But the others… It’s not a lie.

Helen never telling a lie is like thoughts that don’t lie. Thoughts that are exaggerations of the truth, leave out key information, but linger because you can’t disprove them in their entirety.

Can you trust yourself? Can you trust what you believe to be true? Can you trust your thoughts? Can you trust what others say? Can you distrust them? If they’re never lies?

Thank you, Pearl Mapleejay, for talking to me about this :3 I actually never thought about it in this much detail before, could never make my thoughts coherent. Could write an essay about this, to be honest.

Anyway, you can ask me about Mike and Tim. My thoughts on Mike are mostly your thoughts on Mike so it’ll be autism to autism communication (autism to autism conversation) but I’d be happy to talk about him :D

Anyway tytyty so much. More thoughts where that came from :D

#tma meta #helen distortion #helen distortion meta #tma #the magnus archives #the magnus archives meta #i love tma so much and it has done wonders on my brain thoughts #ty jonny for making me less mentally ill #landscaping your mind is garbage and here’s why #landscaping your mind chapter one #jay tag

[somanyfuckedupiftruebooks]

Mag 26

Return of the queen! Can't wait to hear all about your fucked up little adventure Sasha.

Also notable that both she and Martin expressed a desire to record a statement immediately after a traumatic incident. That's definitely the Eye's influence.

Sasha in Jon's office like:

Also new fanfic idea: Martin's holiday in the office.

Okay, I'm shifting into Defend Martin Mode, I'll have to stop and take some deep breaths. The fucking gall of Sasha to criticise Martin's self-preservation instincts after the shit she's been up to!! AHHHH. He outlived you!!!

The way she discounts Jane Prentiss as a threat just because Martin survived makes me want to scream. He's only alive because Jane kept him alive on purpose to mess with him!! As if Sasha could have done any better!! AHHHHHH!

Deep breaths didn't help me. Must move on.

I pulled this quote for one word: colonisation. It's so grim. Death by colonisation. I hate it.

This is a very rational response to the situation from Sasha. She doesn't know she's living in a horror story! Of course it would make sense that the woman who's suffering from some kind of parasite would be getting weaker and sicker the more time passes. Unfortunately, Sasha is living in a horror story, so monsters only get stronger and more dangerous the longer they survive.

But I'm not sure that downplaying Jane as a threat follows Sasha's logic. The threat of Prentiss isn't physical assault, it's colonisation. That's like saying a plague victim is less infectious the closer they get to their deathbed.

And finally, another instance of the narrative outright telling us that Jon is an unreliable narrator. He's been seeing worms outside and didn't tell us! That makes sense for the framing device, obviously. These tapes are still 'research materials' and not his personal journals, so there's no reason for Jon to mention the worms outside while recording a statement. But it's good to be reminded that there is a lot going on in the archives that we aren't hearing about.

My headcanon for why Michael approached Sasha rather than Tim used to be that she had some sort of either natural inclination towards or family history of mentall illness (something that would leave her vulnerable to the Spiral). But this detail has made me reconsider. Now I think Michael approached her because she had these cool distortion windows that allowed him to make a dramatic entrance.

This is such an endearing little insight into Sasha's life (she does quirky things to add fun into her daily routine!), but I'm also going to call it out as Eye behaviour.

Urgh, his hands are the same size as his torso?? I thought he just had long spirally fingers! This is yuck. I get why the fandom started calling him Michael Fuckhands.

She's not exactly the bravest person in the world 🥺🥺🥺 She generally avoids horror 🥺🥺🥺

Eternally interested in scepticism among paranormal researchers. Sasha says that working at the Institute made her more skeptical, despite the fact that we know she transferred out of Artefact Storage because she couldn't stand being around the cursed items all the time. I think the fact that our only insight into the Institute is through the lens of genuine paranormal manifestations really distorts our view. The vast majority of what they deal with aren't actual accounts, and most of their work is disproving the fake stuff. The actual statments are outliers, so maybe it does make sense to become more sceptical the longer you spend working on all the other statements.

Still, the moment Sasha is confronted with a genuine manifestation, she understands and accepts what she's seeing. It's wild that she's not afraid, but at least she's not in denial.

#a mag a day #reeah reacts to tma #mag 26 #sasha james #michael fuckhands

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

A Special Day - a TMA fic

It's the big day. Jon and Martin will join to create one family, to become Blackwood-Sims for the rest of their lives, however that looks.

But this world is a mess, and Jon's red-string conspiracy board doesn't come close to solving it. Also, Jonah Magnus has the worst timing no matter what world he's in.

Part of the Magnus Monsterverse.

AO3

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I drove my uni roommates absolutely mad with my notes. Post-It notes, half-used notebooks, scraps of paper torn from things. Sometimes I wrote on old receipts, or on the backs of syllabi, or (one memorable day) on the A4 sheet with a professor’s name, which had been taped to her door. I had nothing else to write on! It wasn’t as though she’d miss it, anyway.

My coworkers at the Magnus Institute had no idea how good they had it, really.

At any rate, it wasn’t really shocking that no one could understand my filing system. The confusion on Martin’s face as he witnessed my newest masterpiece spoke to that.

“Uh,” he said, staring at my handiwork.

“Wait,” I said. “I can explain.”

His mouth twitched. Martin Blackwood, the love of my life, was trying very hard not to laugh at me. “Right,” he said, and put his bag on the counter, carefully avoiding the strings.

“So,” I said. “Here’s what we have so far.” And starting on the left, I walked him through my system.

Red strings connected events and people. Post-It notes indicated category by color, and colored paperclips to indicate subcategories. The unknown was scribbled on white lined notebook paper, generally pinned according to how confident I felt about solving them—i.e., red push-pins meant I don’t have a damned clue, green push-pins meant possibly someday, yellow push-pins meant, I am about to give up on this—

“I don’t mean to interrupt,” said Martin, no longer hiding his grin. “But maybe we could cut to the chase a little? What’s all this for?”

“Oh,” I said. “Sorry. I thought it was obvious.”

“No?” he said, outright grinning now.

I took a deep breath. “So here we have all the players that I know of. Two Agnes Montagues, status unknown; at least one Jared, status known; two Jude Perrys, at least one Melanie, three Georgies, two Nolans, Crew and Banks, Campbell and Jane Prentiss, at least one each of Michael and Helen—”

“Oh, there were more,” said Martin. “They get absorbed.”

I stared at him.

“By choice,” he added. “Trust me, they aren’t upset about it.”

I lost a few seconds as the Eye showed me a merging I couldn’t understand, because they became one and yet they absolutely did not. Michael was legion, which meant Gerry was literally fucking a horde.

I shook my head. Back to reality. “Right. Well. Three Gerrys, sort of. At least one Manuela, something like eight Jonahs, at least one Tim, Peter Lukas, Callum, and Simon Fairchild.”

“I mean, there are more,” he said.

“Oh, I know!” I said brightly, and continued to explain my system.

Satellite feeds “monitoring everything,” Manuela had said. Leitner’s mysteries. Gertrude the unknown. The nonsense of us all being chosen ones. The precise mechanics by which we all ended the world—which included the fact that apparently, I had done it in a totally unique way. “What is the Veil, anyway?” I said.

“A… dimensional skin?” Martin suggested. “I don’t know. I mean, the Fears aren’t exactly like Smirke envisioned them, either.”

“True enough.” Smirke had definitely not imagined anything like what the Eye had become.

It greeted me happily and dumped a few episodes of of 1980s Ducktales in my head.

I needed a moment.

“Jon?” said Martin, concerned.

“It… it’s nothing. Sorry.” It had a catchy theme-tune, though. "Anyway. Here’s the thing. Whatever is happening here… for some reason, it needs us. I… am the only one here who ended the world the way I did. What are the chances? How can it be? It can’t! Why me? Why like this?”

He slides up to me, and as his arms wrap around, I melt into his warmth and his scent, the sandalwood aftershave, the slight crispness of his starched tuxedo jacket, the softness of his fresh-shaven cheek. “Because you’re unique,” he said, and his lips grazed my ear. “I won’t hear otherwise. I am marrying the most amazing man I’ve ever known in any universe.”

I close my eyes, resting my face on his shoulder. Although the tux, I will admit, is not my favorite texture. “Suppose I’d better get ready.”

“Don’t sound so enthusiastic,” he teased.

I laugh. Then I go to finish arranging my own fancy clothes.

#

It wasn't not a large ceremony, but I’m quite certain it would still give a stranger a bit of vertigo. After all, half the audience was doubled.

At least doubled.

It was important to invite them. To say I was intentionally letting go of any potential lingering unpleasantness, bitterness, fear. To say I was joining this bizarre, piecemeal family—and by their invitation to our wedding, they were joining mine. Speaking of wedding…

A lot of Roman traditions made it through to modern times, and oh, boy.

I was damned lucky I didn’t need to wear a toga. We did have to don wreaths of flowers and herbs (both of us, instead of the “bride”), and would be wearing veils when we made vows. But before that… well, it was damned embarrassing.

So first, the “groom” (we'd decided I would be, based purely on the fact that I am older) must kidnap the “bride,” who pretends to be against it to fool the household gods. I must drag him away (while he loudly protests) with witnesses, who would, in all likelihood, be hurling bawdy jokes and dirty lyrics our way in an encouraging manner.

Then, having obtained my ill-gotten bride, I cart them away to a room with a special couch where we are supposed to consummate. With all our guests in hearing range, just on the other side of the wall. Dear lord.

So we wouldn’t be doing that, but we would do the rest, and spend some time on the stupid little couch while they all enjoyed a reception outside. After, we would sign the contract, and we'd be done. We’d be married. I’d be a husband. Why in hell was I nervous?

Martin kissed my cheek. “See you on the other side.”

“Come on, damsel,” said Tim, and pulled Martin away from me to the other room, where he would pretend to defend his honor.

Michael stood with me. It had insisted on being my friendly household spirit (a ridiculous fulfillment of a ridiculous tradition), and now handed me a small bowl of salts. “To throw and distract Tim,” it said unnecessarily.

“Thank you. And thank you for, uh. Volunteering.”

It grinned at me with too many teeth. “I had to see it happen. Also, Gerry asked it of me.”

Well, that was news (but it didn't have to be, and the Eye offered to show me their conversation in the middle of absolutely bizarre multi-person in single-body sex anyone could imagine, and I shut that right down). “Why?”

Michael shrugged. “Oh, Archivist… is it so hard to  believe others would like to see you happy?”

It was, and I didn’t know what to say.

The embodiment of doubt shivered. “Delicious, but now, it is time to move on. Are you ready for your role, Archivist?”

“Absolutely.” Not at all.

It cackled. The laugh was… less of a headache these days and more an expansion of human sound. “Delicious,” it said again, and steered me toward the door.

#

Ridiculous.

“Oh no! My virtue?” Martin cried as if in doubt it existed at all.

There was laughter as scents and lights and so many voices hit me all at once (and the Eye tried to show me everyone’s everything and I begged It to scale back), and Tim stepped between us and smirked, faux-glaring. “Thou shall not have his virtue, foul fiend.”

Martin was all-in. “Who shall rescue me from my virtue! Oh, wait, I got that backwards…”

The laughter was good-natured. Cheering (a surprising amount for me, by name) to get on with it and give a show, and the vague but ubiquitous command to get em. And I was laughing (and hadn’t expected to, but the joy on Martin’s face—) and people threw flowers and Tim waggled his eyebrows and said, “Put em up, put em uuuuup,” (The Cowardly Lion! the Eye informed me), and I emptied the salt bowl at Tim’s feet.

“I am defeated. My one weakness… salinity!” he said, swanning away.

The hoots and howls rose, and someone banged a tambourine. I was cheered on. By name.

Martin gave me the naughtiest look I have ever seen, and that was saying something. “Oh, no,” he said, absolutely flat. “To be freed from my binding chastity!”

And I don’t know what took over me. Maybe my millennia-past youth in student theater, or maybe the shock of everyone’s praise, or maybe… maybe just him, his eyes sparkling, his grin huge and playful, his blush (he was blushing!) amazing and lovely. Whatever the cause, I lost my mind, and dove all-in. “Oh, I’ll free you, all right,” I said (and managed a growl, to his delight), grabbed his hand, and yanked him into me.

He was larger. Heavier. But I stood still like a wall as he fell into me, and my arms around him were strong. “Jon,” he whispered, and licked his lips.

“Let’s blow this Popsicle stand!” I announced, spending all my “cool” credits for the foreseeable future, and ran for the door, pulling him behind me as everybody in the room erupted in cheers.

#

They started music out there, and loud conversation, patient while we did whatever with this steamy tradition.

Martin sat with me on the special couch (loosely inspired by the ancient Roman lectus) and held hands, side by side, both smiling shyly, both red in the face.

“I can’t believe you’re going through with this with me,” I said. “I red-stringed your kitchen.”

He laughed. “I’ll take your red strings over anyone’s anything.”

“Madman,” I pronounced, and pulled him in for a kiss.

We took our time, just lying there; we would not be consummating in (relative) public, but it was all symbolic, anyway. Also deeply romantic. To lie there under him, our tux buttons catching on each other, our breath mingled, our lips red and swollen, while out there, people we knew or had known cheered us on.

“This is weirdly inebriating,” I murmured, worrying his lower lip.

“You are,” he murmured back, and made an indecent sound. “You’re making it very difficult to be public-safe.”

“Your jacket is long enough,” I said practically, and he laughed.

“Come on, you goon. We’ve made them wait long enough. Got to sign the paperwork.”

The final formality. The Blackwood-Sims family begins.

We exited the room to ribald cheering, to loud toasts, to Tim and Michael hurrying forward to put veils on us and replace our wreaths. Carefully, both of us holding the same pen, we signed the final paperwork, and it was done. To massive cheering, we grinned at one another, his veil making his eye color pop, and finally joined everyone else in a feast well-started.

Can a man made of eyes get pleasantly sloshed? I was about to find out.

#

I have never “partied.” I can’t even qualify that with like this, because I simply never have. After today, I sort of see the appeal.

In true traditional fashion, everyone stayed and ate and drank until they were completely blotto. Some took advantage of the couches places strategically around the room to sleep it off. Others hired drivers to take them home; still others disappeared into mist, or vanished into webbing, or accepted a trip (so bold) through someone’s conjured doors.

Martin was out, leaning on the table with his head on his hands, dreaming… well, um. Things not meant for others.

I was considerably less drunk than I’d hoped I’d be, but at least I’d had a short while of feeling blissfully buzzed, delightedly dozy, and we all had a very good time. And I was married. There was that.

Married.

I could absolutely not be happier than this.

I hummed as I clean up a little, not that it was my job, but it was the least I can do to thank the people who came together to make this happen. I gathered and stacked cups, hummed some more as I put trash into a bag, and ensured everyone’s airways were unhindered.

I was married.

I couldn’t help smiling like a fool as I moved between tables. After this, we were going home. I’ve requested time off from my new job (and Spider Martin is hardly going to argue) so we could have something of a honeymoon, though I wasn’t entirely sure where.

Martin wanted to go to Canada. It was a magnificent place, apparently—neither France nor England ever had control over it, and the lack of colonialism left the land pristine and the people varied and creative. The Canadian nation was evidently a loosely affiliated network of tribal associations, and it was a wonderful place to visit.

I wanted to visit. I wanted to see, all on my own, without the Eye showing me… and It wanted that, too. It wanted to see through me. It wanted my heart, my mind, my brain; I didn’t fully understand why I was so to Its taste, but the crucial point was that we—

I felt it happen before I saw it.

Felt the parting of air, the ripping of this dimension’s flesh. The opening of a portal: the one that happened before in Martin’s tiny kitchen.

No. Not now. Why was this happening now? I turned to find that hole in the air, and that older Jonah Magnus staring at me through it.

He took in the tables, the sleeping guests, and just slightly, wrinkled his nose. Oh, older Magnus looked worse for wear. His shirt was sweat-stained, and his hair all stood on end as though he’d been running his hands through it. I saw the ghost of young Jonah in his face, in his features, but this man was entirely different. A scowling man, a harried man. He did not look at me with adoration, for one thing, which was deeply appreciated.

I’d had a plan for this. Exactly what I would say and how. Instead, I blurted, “You came back.”

“Come through,” he snapped. “At once.”

What the blazes? “Why would I do that?” I snap back. “You’re interrupting my wedding, I’ll have you know.” (My entire planned conversation had at this point gone up in flame.)

He startled. “You wed?”

“Yes! Who are you? What do you want? What are you doing?” I said.

Magnus kept looking around the room, frowning more by the moment. “Most unexpected,” he muttered. “No matter. Bring your bride. Come through. Before it’s too late.”

“I don’t have a reason, do I?” Gods, I was messing this up.

He drew himself up straight, and I finally noticed how broad his shoulders were, and how defined his forearms. “Very well,” he said. “I wanted to do this the easy way.”

Those were never good words to hear. I took a step back. “Do what the easy way?”

His look was withering. “Save the world, you bloody monster.” And he held up a—

I—

Don’t know what—

Sirens?

Darkness.

#

I woke to Martin’s scent, familiar and lovely. My head was in his lap; this was a good place to be, a safe place, and I turned my face to press it into his wonderful, soft belly and hide from the world.

“Jon,” he said softly.

“Mmm,” I said.

“Jon,” said Jonah Magnus, and I went stiff.

I turned my face slowly to find young Jonah there. He had a violently black eye, and what might be some dried blood on the side of his neck. But his expression… it was not defeated. It was not upset. It was triumphant. “I knew he’d wake.”

Martin’s arms were around me, and he lifted me slightly, holding me to his chest. “You scared me a lot, Jon,” he said, almost lightly, almost casually, into my hair.

I felt absolutely… awful. It was almost familiar; in secondary, I’d driven myself half-mad trying to get the best possible grades in my final year, and ended up passing out from… well, a combination of poor decisions. Waking from that faint felt like this; difficult to open my eyes, difficult to remain conscious, impossible to really focus on anything.

Martin made the tiniest sound. A miserable sound. As if he’d been crying.

I would not be unable to comfort him now, and with my push of will, my body seemed to settle. I gripped Martin’s arm. “What happened?”

“You were attacked,” he said, and suddenly I was aware of flashing lights, of many voices. There was an ambulance outside.

Oh, gods. “What happened? Is everyone…”

“It was close,” said Martin. “But everyone is okay.”

“What happened?” I cried.

“Hold on, Jon,” said Martin, and turned to talk to the police officer who came over to see me now that I was awake.

I lay silent, held by my husband, fighting dizziness. Jonah said nothing, but did not leave, and I realized the dark spots on his shirt were… burned. Cloth singed black.

How? I… why couldn’t I see it?

The Eye was silent.

The Eye was…

“Easy, Jon,” said Martin, because I’d begun to hyperventilate. “You’re all right.

The Eye was silent! “I…”

“It’s fine,” Jonah whispered, leaning in, hand on my arm. “It had a shock, too, through you. It’s recovering. It’s fine.”

I stared at him. “Tell me what happened,” I whispered.

“When we’re out of here.”

I shuddered.

The policewoman leaned over. She looked incredibly uncomfortable, as if struggling to meet my eyes. “Hello, Mister Blackwood-Sims. I know this is the worst time, but we need a statement.”

“I don’t know what happened,” I say, because it was the truth. “We were… everything was done, and I was helping to clean up, and then… suddenly, I’m waking now.” Which was a lie.

“Hm,” said this policewoman. “We’ll be contacting you. Something happened, and hopefully, you’ll be able to remember more. Congratulations, by the way. Sorry this happened, whatever it was.” She did not say that as if she meant it.

“Thank you,” I said, because I had to, and hid my face in Martin’s belly again. I let the world spin around us, clung to my husband, and just held on until we were finally allowed to leave.

#

There was a lot of burning. Jonah wasn’t the only one; Martin fielded text after text as our guests checked in, verifying they were all right, offering aid.

I was amazed. I thought we’d be blamed for… whatever this was.

And what had it been?

Jonah walked with us to Jared’s car, and rode with us to Martin’s apartment, and sat with us in our living room while Martin took my jacket and gave me something cold to drink.

“I don’t know what triage looks like for eyeballs,” I said, trying to be funny.

And the Eye… responded. Washing stations, refractory medical therapy, surgical intervention by an oculoplastic surgeon or neuro-ophthalmologist or neurosurgeon providing a ventriculoperitoneal or lumboperitoneal shunt.

Oh… oh.

I know It felt me react, nearly weeping with relief, unable not to, glad and grateful even though I would have done anything to be free of it in my former life. Are you all right? I thought at It.

In response, It gave me an absolutely bizarre animated movie called, Care Bears Movie II: A New Generation.

I laughed weakly.

Jonah watched me, eyes lidded. “There It is,” he said.

Finally, I was able to turn my attention his way. “Explain. Explain now. If I have to order you by whatever absurd deity you have assign to me, so help me, I will.”

“Easy,” said Martin, pulling me against his chest, arms around me. “Not my favorite thing to say right now, but… we owe him.”

“Owe him!”

“I saw…” Jonah took a slow breath. “I wasn’t invited to your wedding.”

“No, you were not,” I said.

Martin kissed my forehead, and that was enough. I fell silent.

“I understand,” said Jonah, long lashes brushing his cheeks. “I hadn’t been supportive of your relationship. It’s only fair. But I was… nearby. I wanted to congratulate you after, and hopefully put all the unpleasantness away. I waited while those who were going to leave left, and I waited while you were doing whatever in there.” He said that with the dismissive tone of one who clearly would rather not think about us doing whatever in there. “But then I saw a shift.”

“A shift.”

“I’d seen them—we had, my friends and I—a few times when we began truly exploring what we could do in service of the Eye,” he said, “and I recognized it. Someone was wrinkling reality. Damaging the walls between worlds.”

I stared at him. “Multiverse is absolutely not a thing you thought in the 1800s.”

His look was… real. “It was, though not by that term. We’d uncovered that much. The point is, I ran inside, and found you facing something that really took me a moment to understand. I froze, Jon. I apologize.”

I stared at him.

Jonah sighed. “I thought, for a moment, it was my father, back from the dead to haunt me through a hole in the air. But that only lasted a moment; I knew him. Knew him.”

“He was you,” I said softly.

“Me with… many, many different choices made. And he was hurting you.”

“How?” I sat up. “What was happening?”

Jonah studied me. Then he looked at Martin. “Does he know?”

“You know he doesn’t,” Martin whispered.

“You’re both being very worrisome,” I said.

Martin produced his phone—screen now cracked—and opened the camera.

I startled… badly. My eyes were… I… “What the fuck?” I whispered.

“He had something I can only think of as… a prism,” said Jonah.

I shook, was shaking, could not calm my breath. It had been difficult enough to handle my brown eyes turning green, but this—

True polycoria, the Eye said, in which there is an extra pupil, reactive to light and medication, independently dilating and contracting with triggers, and with an intact sphincter muscle. Normally, this leads to handicapped vision, but in your case, it has improved it. Also—

I closed my eyes and my mind tightly.

Jonah was still talking. “It looked like a mirror, sort of, except that you were broken up in the reflection, as though the mirror's surface had shattered. And you were… you were breaking apart, Jon.” His voice cracked. “You were making these horrible cracking sounds, and… there was so much heat.” He shuddered. “Like sunlight through a magnifying glass, though I couldn’t see its source. I tried to help you, but, ah.” He indicated his burns with a small smile, as if to say all was forgiven. “So when that didn’t work, I picked up a chair and threw it at myself. It hit the thing he was holding, and it shattered.”

“That’s when I could move again,” said Martin, his voice so strained. “I was hearing it all, but I couldn’t… no one could move.”

“By then, there was fire all over, in random spots,” said Jonah, “but you’d stopped cracking apart and had fallen to the floor, insensate. We put out the fires. Evacuated people. The other me was… rather furious, actually.”

“He had an argument in some other language,” Martin said, and gave Jonah a sharp look.

Jonah looked far too thoughtful. “He did. He tried to tell me you were the end of the world, and if I didn’t help get you through the portal and to him, it might be too late. I said we’d already all ended it a few times, and didn’t need his help, thanks. He, ah. Didn’t appreciate that.”

“He pulled out a damned handgun,” said Martin.

A Tranter revolver from 1858, I was informed, which was a double-action cap & ball revolver invented by English firearms designer William Tranter in 1858. This model operated with a  dual-trigger mechanism, one to rotate the cylinder and cock the gun, the other to fire it. The first model of his own design used the frame of an Adams-type revolver, with a modification—

That told me something about other-Magnus’s time.

“He did,” said Jonah. “Fortunately, whatever hole he’d opened couldn’t handle bullets. He fired once; it ricocheted. Someone unseen behind him shouted, I told you that wouldn’t work! and then his hole collapsed.”

Slowly, I looked at the camera again. My eyes were normal. I’d willed them normal—or willed them to better hide. “You… you saved us.”

“I saved you,” said Jonah. “I won’t lie about my priorities here—you’d know, anyway, and to you, I will never lie. But… they are your people, so yes, I did make some effort.”

“How bad was the fire?” I can’t fully process all of this.

“It was lots of little fires,” said Martin. “Jonah helped, Jon. I’m not thrilled by this either, but it’s true. He helped.”

“I knew you wouldn’t forgive me if I didn’t,” said Jonah.

There was a strange comfort in knowing that his self-satisfying bullshit would work to my benefit for now. More than that: to the benefit of my loved ones. “Thank you. I… I don’t know what would have happened.”

“Something I wasn’t willing to allow,” said Jonah, low, his young voice cracking.

Martin sighed. “It’s been… a day.”

I looked at him. “You can’t be all right with this. With… I just…”

“Jonathan Blackwood-Sims,” said Martin. “If you say you ruined our wedding, I swear I’m going to snog you until your face could melt marshmallows.”

I choked.

Jonah stood. “I really need to go get this looked at. I’m glad you’re both all right. Congratulations.”

I looked up at him (and we both pretended my face wasn’t already on fire). “I don’t… know what I owe you. I don’t know how to respond to this yet.”

He was so godsdamned eager. “I know. In time, you will. I’m sincere, Jon. I would die for you.”

“Please don’t,” I muttered.

Jonah smiled, still patient. “Many happy returns.” And he left.

Martin left me long enough to like the door, then sat with me again, and we clung.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “Don’t even fucking… I did this. Maybe not on purpose, but my presence is the reason—”

“And you are worth it, so you will stop,” Martin said, almost sharp, holding me so tightly it was like he wanted our ribs to catch on one another, like he wanted us to share a heart. “I feel so… useless.”

“Useless!”

“Here you are, you’re… you’re a god, apparently,” he said, and laughed weakly, “and you’re making things happen by just speaking, and there’s some insane plot going on with an alternate universe, and I’m just… I can’t even say boo! I couldn’t even move when it was happening!”

“Oh, Martin.” I breathed against his neck, kissing the curve, still scented with his cologne, though also now his sweat. I loved all of him, in any condition. “Without you… I know what I said to Gertrude, but I… I need you. So much. Please don’t think… please. Don’t think you’re useless. You’re anything but.”

“The only thing I can do is love you,” he whispered.

“That’s what I need,” I managed. “While you love me, I still feel human.”

He inhaled. Then he started kissing me.

We were both tear-wet, both smelling of smoke and sweat. Both smelling of chemical fire extinguisher, and alcohol. Both trembling from adrenal shock and whatever powers were expended against us tonight. But we lay on that couch together, and pulled off our sodden dress clothes, and held each other, and kept each other in one piece, and it may not have been a traditional wedding night, but it was perfect for us.

We were grounded.

We dozed, the couch's afghan draped over us, murmuring at each other about getting a steam cleaner in here and laughing at our indulgence.

I was so glad I could sleep. I still felt… dizzy, out of it, weak. Perhaps, like I almost blew apart.

What was that? What happened? It didn’t just hit me, either. Somehow, that hurt the Eye? How? How could that happen?

Maybe it didn’t hurt the Eye. Maybe it hurt the parts of It that… were affected by me. This personality. These preferences. This playfulness.

How horrible—yet my gut said that was true. What would have been damaged was not the eternal embodiment of the fear of being seen (of course not), but the… dare I say it? The good parts, or at least, harmless parts, or at least, more controllable parts…

The parts that liked me. That loved me

I was suddenly furious that whoever this other Magnus was, he’d tried to murder my friend. Oh, but since when had the Eye been—

I was suddenly flooded with a lovely recipe for warm vanilla pudding, because Martin liked that, and It liked Martin, and…

Fresh tears dampened the throw pillow beneath me, but I didn’t care. I held my husband. I still had my friend. I didn’t understand what happened... but I would. And when I did, whatever godly powers I had would be brought to bear.

This Magnus would regret the day he came after my loved ones. This Magnus would regret the day he didn’t finish the job. A god of guilt runs this world? For Magnus, I would make this world’s shame feel like a cool breeze on a hot godsdamned day.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“Muh-muh,” Martin agreed, already asleep, and I held my husband, and seethed, and took a truly long time to follow him into rest.

#tma #tma fic #tma au #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jon x martin #jonmartin #jmart #teaholding #magnus monsterverse

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Don’t Trust Doors

Part 2 too: this

It was early morning when Michael got a call, thankfully it was the weekend so he didn’t have any classes but he was still surprised, he wasn’t expecting anyone. “Hello?” He greeted when he picked up, not saying his name like he normally would have just because he was a but frazzled.

“Oh thank heavens, I know it’s short notice but I need you to come over as soon as you can!” It was Mrs. Sims, she sounded more harassed then he had ever heard her, even when he first started. She wasn’t annoyed though, it was hard to believe but he was sure she was worried.

“What’s happened Ma’am?” He asked, doing calculations in his head as to how quickly he could get there if it was an emergency.

“I’m honestly not sure,” She said which gave him pause. “When Jon came home crying a couple days ago with scratches on his knees I just thought, well I cleaned them up and told him he’d be fine. But he hasn’t been fine. He’s barely spoken, he wakes up screaming whenever he sleeps, he hasn’t touched a book in days.

“I’ve tried to talk to him and ask him what’s wrong but he’s barely spoken, and not more then one word to me in days. This morning when he woke up crying again he said the first sentence in nearly a week and it was to ask for you. I don’t know what’s happened to my grandson, Michael but...” She trailed off, it was the first time he’d heard her at a loss for words.

Michael was nearly at a loss for words as well, this sort of behaviour was very unlike Jon! Even when he had first lost his parents he hadn’t woken up screaming or crying. He’d had nightmares, but he hadn’t bothered his grandmother with with. preferring to deal with them on his own. “I’ll be there as soon as I can ma’am, two hours at most,” He assured immediately after he got his voice back. Now he was just as worried as she seemed.

He got dressed, ate a piece of toast and drove to the Sims’ home as quickly as he could without breaking any laws. When he was let in by Mrs. Sims he quickly headed up to Jon’s room. He was sitting on the floor, all the books that were normally stacked around were shoved onto shelves packed to tight it would be hard to get them out. Jon kept glancing at them as he drew, he was drawing spiders, a person with web wrapped around them and a spider pulling them in. When he finished he put the crayon aside and tore up the drawing into little bits.

“Jon,” Michael said softly and Jon looked up, his eyes wide and, as soon as they focused on Michael, brimming with tears. He jumped up and ran over to his babysitter, nearly knocking the older man over with the force of his hug as he sobbed into Michael’s stomach. “It’s okay Jon, it’s okay, I’m here,” Michael crooned, rubbing Jon’s back in slow, soothing circles.

“You’re safe, I’m here, it’s okay,” Jon starts sobbing louder and Michael hesitates before picking Jon up with a little oof sound because he’s not particularly strong. He sat on the edge of the bed where Jon could be more comfortable only to be surprised when the boy crawled into his lap. Jon had never been a particularly cuddly child, he probably would have said he was to old for such things, but apparently he needed the comfort tonight.

 “I don’t feel safe,” he muttered against Michael’s shoulder while the adult continued to rub his back comfortingly.

“Well you are, I’m here, I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” Michael assured softly. “When you’re ready, I’d like you to tell me what happened.”

And after a while Jon does, he tells Michael about Mr. Spider, and about the boy who stole the book and read it and got snatched instead. Michael doesn’t truly believe it has anything to do with the book Jon was reading, but he does believe that Jon saw a boy he knew be violently abducted and it traumatized him. He’s related it to the creepy book he was ready at the time, which makes perfect sense.

“I’m so sorry you had to see that Jon, you never should have, that never should have happened,” Michael murmurs, horrified but keeping it together for his young charge. Jon needs him far more right now. “It’s not your fault, there’s nothing you could have done. And it’s not these books fault either,” He says gesturing to them. “How many books have you read, and this has never happened before. Some books are scary, but most books are good. It’s good to learn, to know.”

He’ll have to tell Mrs. Sims and they’ll have to tell the police about this later, but for now Michael wants to make sure this doesn’t turn into a unfounded fear of books. Well as much as he can, child psychology isn’t exactly his field, but he did know kids. “Here. why don’t we read one together now? I’ll pick it out, something nothing like Mr. Spider, okay? Maybe just this once we’ll even break your rule and reread a book you know is safe. Does that sound alright?” Micheal asked.

Jon looked worried but he nodded, Michael nodded too and let Jon crawl out of his lap so Michael could get up and go get a book. He picked the first one Jon had had him read, hopefully it would be a good memory for Jon. When he sat back down on the edge of the bed Jon climbed back into his lap and Michael opened the book around him, beginning to read the book allowed over Jon’s head.

At first the boy was tense as anything on Michael’s lap but slowly and surely he relaxed, and started to read along, outpacing Michael quickly. Eventually he reached out to start turning the pages before Michael finished them, and then took the book.

Once he was reading on his own Michael got up slowly and went to tell the grandmother what he found out and to call the police. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could babysit, he hadn’t thought about.. these sides of caring for children.

#michael shelley #jonathan sims #kid!jon #Mr. Spider #TMA spoilers #the magnus archives

[red-riding-wood]

Drabble/Short Oneshot Requests

So, have been holding back on doing this because I still do have a oneshot req I need to complete, and so many WIPs it's outlandish. That being said, right now, since I'm reconditioning myself to write, it's very difficult for me to tackle those projects and get even a sentence in them at a time. So I'm sort of asking for your help in this in my theory that drabbles are a good medium and that they might help me get used to properly writing.

I'm currently comfortable writing MxF, FxF, and of course platonic relations. I tend to write angst or dark fics so nothing is off limits with me, but if you want to send in something fluffy I can try my best! Anything smutty will likely not be too "in-depth" given the length of drabbles.

I will most likely do these x reader and 2nd person unless otherwise specified.

You can send in:

A GIF or picture prompt

A written prompt (use any but I do have some good angst I found)

A lyric or song + character

A description of what you'd like if the request is more specific (though keep in mind I will be keeping these short)

Fandoms & Characters below!

- Peaky Blinders -

Tommy Shelby Arthur Shelby John Shelby Polly Gray Michael Gray Alfie Solomons Tatiana Petrovna Luca Changretta Aberama Gold

- Game of Thrones -

(since I'm not far in this there are only a couple characters that I feel confident writing for as of yet, since I know their spoilers updated) (underage characters will be aged up if the request is sexual)

Petyr Baelish Daenerys Targaryen Jaimee Lannister Cersei Lannister Tyrion Lannister Jorah Mormont Viserys III Targaryen Jon Snow Sansa Stark Arya Stark Robb Stark Catelyn Tully/Stark Tommen Baratheon Stannis Baratheon Ramsay Snow/Bolton Theon Greyjoy Yara Greyjoy Margaery Tyrell Bronn Brienne Melisandre

- Adrien Characters -

* ones I am more picky with because I have full stories planned out for them, so I might not do the request or might use my OC for said story depending on how the inspiration goes

Henry Barthes (Detachment) *Jack Driscoll (King Kong) Clive Nicoli (Splice) *Dmitri (The Grand Budapest Hotel) *Peter Whitman (The Darjeeling Limited) Jack Starks (The Jacket) Leo Kopernick (See How They Run) Frankie (American Heist) Bloom (The Brothers Bloom) Jack Grace (Love the Hard Way) Steven (Dummy) Harry (Oxygen) Charles Boone (Chapelwaite)

- Aidan Characters -

If you ask me to write an Aidan Gillen character that isn't on this list, odds are I will say yes, lol. I may just have to watch whatever the character is in because I've not seen much with him... yet.

- Far Cry 5 -

Jacob Seed John Seed Joseph Seed Faith Seed

#oneshots #blurbs #blurb requests #peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagines #peaky blinders fanfic #game of thrones #game of thrones fanfic #far cry 5 #far cry 5 fanfic #tommy shelby #john shelby #arthur shelby #michael gray #alfie solomons #polly gray #aberama gold #tatiana petrovna #luca changretta #petyr baelish #daenerys targaryen #adrien brody #aidan gillen #faith seed #jacob seed #john seed #joseph seed