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evilwizardcrab · 4 months

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Assinging popular UK rollercoasters TMA fear entities.

Because sometimes your roller coaster autism and magnus archives autism combine into a secret, third thing.

Also, obviously most roller coasters are kind of inherently tied to vast/spiral, but for the sake of variety I'll only be assigning those entities when it happens to be really thematically relevant.

All clear? Good. Then in no particular order, let's begin.

1 .The Smiler (Alton Towers)

Figured I should start this out on what is quite possibly the UKs most iconic rollercoaster. At a whopping 14 inversions this Gerstlauer infinity coaster holds the world recor-

The spiral. It's the spiral. Yes, I know I literally just said I would be reserving spiral judgements for certain rollercoasters but just. Just look at this fucking thing:

This is quite possibly *the* most spiral aligned rollercoaster you could possibly make. In fact it might literally be the most spiral aligned rollercoaster ever, because with 14 inversions it literally is the most amount of spiraling you can physically do on a rollercoaster.

I mean, watch the goddamn TV Advert for this ride and tell me Fuckhands McMike didn't have a (yaoi) hand in the creation of this thing. Fuck Sanakov land I'm pretty sure the smiler singlehandedly counts as a failed spiral ritual.

It literally sends you insane! That's it, that's the theming! It's logo is a literal fucking spiral! Words themselves cannot get across how quintessentially Spiral this coaster is!!!! Even the FUCKING MUSIC is spirally!

It's even yellow.

So yeah, 10/10 spiral aligned coaster would ride again.

2. The Swarm (Thorpe Park)

From one heavily themed rollercoaster to another, let's take a trip down south to The Swarm, Thorpe Park. I'm going to be biased off the bat and say that the swarm is absolutely one of my faves (just look at that inverted drop!) not to mention the being only wing coaster in the UK.

That being said, despite my fanboying The Swarm was initially a hard one to place. My gut feeling was the Vast (mainly due to how it emulates the feeling of flying) or the corruption (literally called the swarm).

But then I took a step back,actually looked into the theming and lore itself, and it became clear. The Swarm is the Extinction through and through.

For those of you FREAKS no well aquiantted with Rollercoaster Lore, the story of swarm is as follows - an evil Swarm has destroyed humanity).

Thorpe Park even went as far as to put up fake posters around the park and release ARG Style adverts about it (and this song, because Merlin is nothing if not excessive when it comes to it's parks)

So with that in mind, swarm absolutely embodies the two main aspects of the extinction; both the active destruction of the apocolypse and the fear of something new replacing us (in this case presumeably sentiant rolercoasters)

3. Oblivion (Thorpe Park)

I'll keep this entry to roughly the same length as the ride itself.

You go in a Big Hole In The Ground

It's The Buried.

4. The Roller Coaster Formerly Known As The Pepsi Max Big One (Blackpool Pleasure Beach)

Finally, a coaster entry that isn't from a Merlin park. And being both the tallest and steepest rollercoaster in the world, let us introduce the pepsi max big one.

(off screeen whispers)

Wait what do you mean it's no longer the tallest rollercoaster in the world

(more whispers)

What do you mean, "or the steepest"

(even more whispers)

Wait, what do you mean it's not even the Pepsi Max Big One anymore? The Big One? really?

The Big One is an interesting case to me, in that despite technically being the tallest rollercoaster in the UK, there appears to be somewhat of a relative lack of discussion surrounding it. It's just ... there. Hell, while making this list I actually forgot it was the tallest rollercoaster in the UK. Not to mention the whole deal with its changing, corporate name. It just feels so Bizzare. Strange, even ...

That's right motherfuckers we got ourselves a Stranger rollercoaster! It perhaps isn't the most obvious choice, but I'll be damned if I hand over the tallest rollercoaster in the Uk to the Vast, that’s just boring. Plus, I personally find it quite thematically pertinent. Something about the idea of an object getting so subsumed by it’s corporate identity that when that is removed, it’s left with nothing. Something about staking a permanent identity on inherently shifting factors leading to a [redacted] Big One shaped void.

If you want to, if you can imagine it was initially Vast before Fairchild enterprises took a hit and Nikola Orsinov swooped in to claim it.

5) Stealth (Thorpe Park)

We've got ourselves our first pure Vast rollercoaster here folks! Coming in at a hot 5th place we have the 1st most fastest rollercoaster in the UK, that launches you 0-80 mph up 62 meters of pure steel baybe!!

And um.

It doesn't do much else.

But that simplicity is exactly what makes it so vast! The Vast wouldn't fuck around with complex things like "inversions" or "ride experience". It goes up. it goes down. If Simon Fairchild made a rollercoaster it would look like this. Take one look at this thing and tell me it doesn't embody the spirit of Mike "sought out the tallest ride at the carnival" Crew.

If the Spiral gets The Smiler as its quintessential rollercoaster, The Vast gets this.

6) Wickerman (Alton Towers)

Now, the Wickerman is another personal fave of mine, and (in my personal opinion) a key example of how amazing theming can elevate practically any rollercoaster. (To go on a tangent, I'd absolutely recommend riding this during the evening at fright night, if you can. The night serves an already great ride experience into something amazing)

Not only that, but the central theming of said rollercoaster centers around both a) Cults and B) Copious amounts of fire. So, in a manner clearly befitting its assigned entity, it doesn't exactly take an expert to put two and two together and get Ouch. That’s right, it's desolation.

RIP Agnes Montague you would have loved this ride.

Scratch that maybe not considering how she seemingly felt about her cult. Let me change track.

RIP Gertrude Robinson you would have FUCKING LOVED this.

8) Nemesis (Alton Towers)

What, you thought I could make a UK coaster list without bringing up Nemesis? Surely not,I wouldn’t dare shaft everyone's favorite (and currently unavailable!) B&M invert. Wait, what do you mean you don't want to hear about how it "holds up amazingly well over 30 years" and it's "Intensity rivals even that of modern coasters"?

Jokes aside, Nemesis was another hard one to place. Like Swarm, I had a very strong initial preference - this time for the slaughter, mainly due to the whole "trapped alien" deal it has going on.

But, once again like The Swarm, another look into the deeper RollerCoaster Lore (TM) revealed another core aspect of nemesis - this time, that of the Buried.

Specifically, the Lore of Nemesis centers around a mysterious alien entity (aptly named nemesis) found Buried deep underground, and having to promptly be pinned down with tons of steel (which also coincidentally, happend to be the exact shape of a rollercoaster). Hell, the lore even had a comic book made of it.

Not only that, but the actual construction of Nemesis actively involved digging up the earth in order to create the space for it. And if that doesn't scream "buried" it's probably because you can’t hear it under all the layers of dirt.

Honerable Mentions - Kiddy Coaster Edition

9. Flying Fish (Thorpe Park)

It's everones favourite Thorpe Park Kiddy coaster, Flying fish - a coaster with a title that is only 50% inaccurate.

In all seriousness I only chose this coaster because for some inexplicable reason I associate it with the Lonely. Specifically, Peter Lucas. No, I cannot justify this choice other than the fact that look at it and tell me you can't picture Lucas sitting on this, alone, going around and around. He doesn't move or make a sound. Just sits there. Silently .Having the time of his life.

I like to imagine he buys out the entirety of the park for a day with the Lucas family fortune just so he can enjoy this one ride without having to see another human being (you wouldn't catch him dead in a theme park otherwise)

And this is probably as good a point as any to finish the list. Obviously there are way more UK rollercoasters you could assign fears to but these felt like some of the more interesting ones to explore. Anyway if you made it this far then damn. Well done, but also thanks for sharing in this incredibly niche magnus brainrot with me :)

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jaciebower · 2 years

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Remember this scene happened !!!!!!!

#just your friendly reminder #jamie bower #simon lewis #jamie campbell bower #the mortal instruments #jace wayland #city of ashes #the shadowhunter chronicles #shadowhunters #clary fairchild #cassandra clare #spoilers #simon #jace x simon #vampire

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disacurveball · 4 months

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“Are there still no such things as monsters, doctor?”

(In which Dr. Jonathan Fanshawe enters a vampire coven, and is doomed from the beginning.)

#Hello gang #New Jonah Magnus homosexual correspondents fics just dropped #this time vampire au #Jonah Magnus #Jonathan Fanshawe #barnabas bennett #Albrecht von Closen #Mordechai Lukas #simon fairchild #tma #the Magnus archives #tma fic #regency harem #magshawe #jonahbas #tma au

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thevampireauthoress · 1 year

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The vast and the buried fight over lifts

#it's my turn to make it fall into nothing and make them fear the neverending fall #you had it last time! I'm going to make it crush them like a bug!#simon fairchild flails his cane #hezakiah wakely hits back with his shovel #the vampire talks shit #tma #the vast #the buried #the girls are fighting

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frogthane · 5 months

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Just recently started rewatching Shadowhunters, forgot how much of an absolute fucking legend Simon is

#shadowhunters #simon lewis #demons #vampires #angels #clary fairchild

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nightlight-stardust-and-rain · 2 years

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Mmmh Shadowhunters soulmate au mayhaps...... With wings!

So Shadowhunters have wings that... Look like their soumates? Kinda? Like the wings' colors represent their soulmates.

Alec has one white-gold wing and the other is literally rainbow-colored (but there's quite a bit of gold in there as well). And sometimes the rainbow feathers glow and this is so not stealthy, he hates it. How do you hunt demons at night when one of your wings is randomly glowing?? On the other hand, lots of pride jokes from Izzy about the rainbow colors. His soulmates are Jace and Magnus, of course (interestingly enough, his white and gold wing has some hidden dark blue feathers near the base. Everyone is convinced that's for Izzy - different base feathers are uncommon but usually mean close but not quite soulmates. He also has some dark gold feathers at the base of his other wing that don't quite fit in. It takes him and everyone else à long, long while to discover that those feathers are for Raphael. He is family via Magnus, after all, and him and Alec become unexpectedly close. Together they radiate enough sarcasm to skin a cat)

Jace has one black and blue wing and one that's orange and cream colored. The two wings look weird together since the colors are pretty opposites by he likes them (and at least his wings don't glow. He will never let Alec live it down). It was pretty obvious that Alec was his soulmate when they met. Clary took a bit more time since her wings were sealed away by her mother to hide them (he has, just like Alec does, some dark blue feathers near the base of his black and blue wing. This is definitely not Alec's blue - Jace's blue feathers are electric blue, not dark. He agrees with Alec that their dark blue feathers are for Izzy)

Clary has a white and gold wing and a brown and grey one. There was a bit of shenanigans about her sealed wings and Jace's emotional repression but they're good now. For a while it was hard to guess who the other wing represented since mundane don't have soulmates. But then Simon became a vampire and got his own soulmate marks and he was definitely Clary's other soulmate. Little bit of tension there for a while. Her gold and white wing also has the dark blue feathers at the base which represent Izzy. The funny part is that it means that her white and gold wing is strictly identical to Alec's. It becomes a private joke after a while. They're soulmate-in-laws!

Warlocks don't have the same kind of soulmate marks - Magnus' palm, where he first touched Alec (or I think so? Bc I refuse to re-watch like three episodes just to make a post), is full of watercolor in all shades of blue and a few shades of green with some amber sprinkles. He also has other marks elsewhere from Ragnor, Catarina, and Raphael.

Vampires recognize their soulmates by colors - they can't see one color (or several if they have several soulmates) until they meet their soulmates. Simon lost the color red when he turned, but given that he saw Clary almost immediately after, it took him a while to get what happened.

Raphael lacked green and gold before meeting Ragnor and Magnus, and he's proud of the fact that he has no romantic soulmate. Universe-validated sexuality, takes that aphobes. Interestingly, the fact that he's sorta just a bit Alec's soulmate is reciprocated. He didn't lack any colors before meeting him, but the color blue did become a bit brighter after he met Alec. He thinks it's both weird and interesting how he and Alec seem to be only partially soulmates. Like, just a bit. It's weird!

The fact that the Lightwoods (I'm including Jace in there) don't have those small green feathers at the base of their wings anymore since Max's death is a bit of a sore point. Sometimes they will use dye (or Magnus' magic) to dye a few of their feathers green to show that Max is still part of them even if he's gone.

#dripping stardust #shadowhunters #the mortal instruments #alec lightwood #izzy lightwood #jace lightwood herondale #jace herondale #jace wayland #raphael santiago #magnus bane #clary fray #clary fairchild #Urgh so many tags #simon lewis #Anyway I know I didn't do everyone but if you want to add what you think about other characters go on!!#...... Do Shadowhunters who become werewolves or vampires lose their wings....?#..... Do the wings like.... Fall off...??#That.... Seems traumatic.

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books-and-draws-eclectic · 2 years

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Simon after he became a Daylighter:

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margareturtle · 5 months

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Ngl I hope that Kit’s Werewolf (?) gf makes a comeback in TWP

Not to be part of a love triangle just to be a Werewolf main

Bc tbh I felt that was what was lacking in TLH

Like have one of the mc’s be a downworlder makes the story so much more fun I feel. Like Mark and Kieran in TDA and Maia, Simon, especially and also Luke, Lily, Magnus, Raphael in TMI.

And I know it was hard bc the TLH main cast of shadowhunters was so big. But it would’ve made so much sense for James and/or Lucie to have a warlock bestie at least and other downworlder close friends.

Bc they grow up alone in London (the Lightwood’s came and went, the Fairchild’s were mainly in Idris, and the Carstairs were traveling), but James and Lucie grew up alone in London, and though there weren’t any shadowhunters around their age there would have def been downworlder kids.

Plus being part warlock it would’ve made sense that James and Lucie want to explore downworld more and have a bestie that understands a part of them that Matthew and Cordelia couldn’t.

So yeah it would’ve been cool to have James and Lucie have a warlock bestie (then there would be a person from the tlh gang alive in present day too)

But I hope we get more werewolves and vampires in TWP (we already know faeries are gonna be major)

#the wicked powers #kit herondale #the last hours #lucie herondale #james herondale #tessa gray #the shadowhunter chronicles

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stephaniebrownslover · 12 days

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My Creepypasta but The Magnus Archives style AU

Okay so this is an old AU that I would like to explain and write, but my street cat is currently sick and he's requeiring all my time and energy and that's okay!

There'll be only character roles and AU explainations in this post.

Character roles and which TMA character they match;

Judge Angels//Alice "Daisy" Tonner, Police officer called upon to deal with paranormal cases

Nurse Ann//Annabelle Cane, Avatar of The Web

Zero//Basira Hussain, Police officer called upon to deal with paranormal cases

Vladimir and Zachary//Breekon and Hope, Mysterious deliverymen and servants of The Stranger

Slenderman//Elias Bouchard , Head of The Magnus Institute

Mary Vaughn//Georgie Barker, "Host of the What The Ghost?" podcast

Ben Drowned//Gerard Keay, Mary Keay’s son and acquaintance of Gertrude Robinson

Rouge//Gertrude Robinson , Former head archivist of The Magnus Institute

Nina The Killer//Helen Richardson, Real estate agent merged with the Distortion

Lulu//Jane Prentiss, Avatar of The Corruption

Masky//Jonathan Sims, Head archivist of The Magnus Institute

Clockwork//Julia Montauk, Hunter and daughter of Robert Montauk

Homicidal Liu//Jurgen Leitner, Collector of paranormal books

Hoodie//Martin Blackwood, Archival assistant at The Magnus Institute

Jane The Killer//Melanie King, Proprietor of the "Ghost Hunt UK" Youtube Channel

Laughing Jack//Michael Shelley, Gertrude Robinson's assistant who was merged with The Distortion

Laughing Jill//Nikola Orsinov, Plastic mannequin created from Joseph Grimaldi

Zalgo//Peter Lukas, Avatar of The Lonely and captain of the Tundra

Kate The Chaser//Sasha James, Archival assistant at The Magnus Institute

Trendderman//Simon Fairchild , Avatar of The Vast(edit:he's changed from Offenderman to Trenderman)

Ticci Toby//Timothy Stoker, Archival assistant at The Magnus Institute

Eyeless Jack//Trevor Herbert, Self-proclaimed vampire hunter

Notes;

-Creepypasta characters, which are the equivalent of The Magnus Archives characters, were selected without caring about gender and the character whose personality is the most similar with TMA role was replaced with creepypasta character.

-The terms like The Stranger, The Vast, The Spiral, The Buried and blah blah and being an avatar etc. will be explained in future as in the podcast.

-Although I'm trying not to go out of personality to a large extent, there will be many things that do not fit because this is a completely different universe.

-Most of the Creepypasta characters are not killers, and some external appearance features have been arranged accordingly. If you don't like it, you don't need to read it because it's an AU. It's that simple.

-This AU is set in London, just like the podcast.

-If there is a thing that you are uncomfortable with, just don't read it. TMA is a podcast series full of really interesting horror stories, and if you're feeling uncomfortable, it's quite normal but please don't push yourself too much.

- All statements in the 200 episodes will not be mentioned in this AU. Only as much of it as will help you understand the AU will be edited into the AU.

-The dialogue is not exactly the same as in the podcast, because it will vary depending on the characters, but the critical scenes may be the same.

-I think that's it, have fun.

-And for you to have a better idea, The Magnus Archives description;

"The Magnus Archives is a weekly horror fiction anthology podcast examining what lurks in the archives of the Magnus Institute, an organisation dedicated to researching the esoteric and the weird. Join new head archivist Jonathan Sims as he attempts to bring a seemingly neglected collection of supernatural statements up to date, converting them to audio and supplementing them with follow-up work from his small but dedicated team.

Individually, they are unsettling. Together they begin to form a picture that is truly horrifying because as they look into the depths of the archives, something starts to look back…"

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dcartcorner · 4 months

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it only took 24 hours but the internet is finally back and all i have is werewolf peter and vampire simon

#tma #the magnus archives #au #peter lukas #simon fairchild #werewolf!peter #vampire!simon

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clairebearsparkles · 1 year

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Ok so for my tma ttrpg I'm writing up I'm at a part where I'm making example enemies that you can use as a reference for when you make up enemies or just stick in your game, but the thing is they are canon. That wasn't a problem when I was listing the more monster-y ones first like the Vampires and the Not-Them. But like, then I found my issue when I went to add Avatars.

I gotta make murder stats for my blorbos. I gotta figure out how much it takes to murder Simon Fairchild or Manuela Dominguez.

But like also this means I can make stats for fighting Elias. Like if he was hypothetically in your game how much would it take to murder him, that sounds funny.

#tma #the magnus archives #the magnus institute #the magnus pod #magpod #tma ttrpg #mag ttrpg #the magnus archives ttrpg

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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Ooooh it's wednesday again! okay so i love institut alec, it's sooo intriging. So i was just wondering if i could ask for some more in that au

here is some more! thank you for the prompt i hope you enjoy

“And just what were you thinking?” Alec asks as he seethes with fury, pacing in front of the three, still shackled hunters.

“My mother—” The little one says, and Alec swears he’s never heard such an annoying or vastly repeated phrase before.

“Jocelyn Fairchild is not a priority within these halls.” Alec says with a fury he is sure is obvious. “If you want your mother retrieved so badly, then you will go to Idris and petition the clave to support you and send their own teams. My shadowhunters are not here for you to order about so freely.

“We are the protectors of New York, not of a traitor to Idris and a former shadowhunter. I will not let my people be used so callously for your own vendetta. You have created strife among my territory with every one of your thoughtless actions and nearly started a war between every faction of the shadowworld. The mortal Cup is a priority of the clave, it is not a priority of this Institute.”

“We can’t leave! I need to be here for Simon, and for Luke!”

“You should have thought about that before you buried him on hallowed and divinely blessed ground.”

Jace and Izzy both pale and he knows they’ve suddenly remembered all the lessons they oh-so-conveniently forgot the night before.

“Now, what is this about a Luke?”

What follows is even more frustrating and Alec is not old enough to deal with this level of ridiculousness.

Alec allows for no arguments, every single fact or accusation thrown at him by Clary and two of his best shadowhunters he ignores. He doesn’t care how they want to twist their duties, or how they want to claim the need to help her. He’s spoken and he’s made his decision.

Perhaps he would have listened, if a mundane hadn’t already died. If the New York vampire clan wasn’t in the middle of an upheaval of power, if he didn’t now know that the alpha of the New York pack just changed in a bid of power.

If the High Warlock of Brooklyn hadn’t been forced to show his hand.

Change is happening, too quickly for him to do more than brace himself for the coming torrent. New York is going to be vulnerable, now more than ever. And whether Valentine is actually alive, or if it’s just his followers gathering back together, Alec has a duty.

Clary is the least of his concerns, her mother even less so.

If Jocelyn Fairchild were never to wake again and the Mortal Cup lost forever, Alec would be relieved.

Instead, its presence has surfaced and suddenly everyone hunts for it in a desperate bid for more power. The tools of the angels were not gifted to the nephilim out of grace, but out of an angel’s curiosity.

Nephilim were not born, they were made. A machination of an angel’s attempt to emulate their god, of course they would fall so far from the pedestal they were born on.

So, Alec gathers up the three of them and he personally escorts them to the portal there and shoves them through.

It’s time for him to clean up their mess.

One last time.

As thanks for a gift they will never know they gave.

#alec lightwood #magnus bane #shadowhunters #malec #lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets #shadowhunters au

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karuvapatta · 11 months

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Dear readers: I hope you have abandoned all hope of this thing fitting in anywhere within the canon timeline. And also of Jon getting a break anytime soon.

....I'm doing my best to wrap it up I swear ;-;

***

The night doesn’t get any more pleasant from there.

Jon spends several long hours in an Emergency Room, gets a CT scan to exclude cranial fracture, a blood test that tells him he’s slightly anaemic, a nurse worried that he’s underweight, comments about his blood pressure and resting heart rate being elevated, some less-than-subtle inquiries about domestic abuse once they see his scars, and a stern reminder to not mix alcohol with the sleeping pills he wheedled out of his GP.

(He wonders, now, if he influenced the GP into prescribing him the pills, or was he just annoying enough that she eventually caved in. He wonders how that power even works.)

They want to keep him in for observation, but after he signs a waiver that he’s aware of the risks and leaves of his own volition, they let him go with little fuss. The ER is busy enough as it is, and Jon is stubborn.

He does pause on his way out; the waiting room is full of mostly elderly people in bad physical shape, a few drunken brawlers, some victims of unfortunate accidents, and other assorted medical emergencies. The one person that stands out to him is a middle-aged woman, sitting unnaturally still in the corner, with wide-open, haunted eyes. She’s been marked by one of the Powers; he knows this. He feels her calling out to him, a promise of a feast for the Eye, brimming with fresh terror and terrible nightmares. It’d take very little to get her to talk—

Their eyes meet. Jon swallows, an involuntary reflex; he can feel the hunger in his stomach, this terrible need to extract a tribute to his patron. And it would nourish him in ways normal food doesn’t seem to anymore. It might even make him whole.

A nurse passes by with a clipboard, and asks the woman a number of questions. Jon flees the waiting room, hating himself every step of the way. He isn’t a fucking misery vampire, to prey on innocent unsuspecting people. He isn’t.

It’s long past daybreak when he finally makes it back to his apartment. He doesn’t even bother undressing, just swallows a pill, throws himself on the bed, and waits for the nightmares to begin.

***

He wakes up around noon with a mild headache and throbbing pain in his cheek. It’s raining outside; the steady beat of raindrops against the windowpane is actually quite soothing.

Jon showers, brushes his teeth, and contemplates breakfast, but the very thought of eating food makes him nauseous. He settles for a mug of herbal tea and watches the rain for a while, holding an ice-pack to his cheek and drumming an erratic melody on the table with his other hand. He wonders if he should make that phone call. He can almost hear Tim calling him insane, Sasha’s attempts at reasoning with him, his own name repeated in Martin’s worried voice. But he can also remember what it felt like to drag the truth out of Tim’s mouth; the mark of the Powers on that unfortunate woman. The Eye’s insistent presence.

He makes that phone call.

“Archivist.”

“Elias.”

There’s a beat of tense silence on both sides of the line. Jon curses himself for not writing down his questions beforehand.

“Sorry for calling on Saturday,” Jon says. “Are you busy?”

“No need to apologize,” Elias says smoothly. “I always have time for you, Jon.”

That is a blatant lie, but Jon lets it slide.

“I hope the gala went well,” Jon says.

“You call me on a Saturday to ask about an event you didn’t want to attend and that you bailed on halfway through?” Elias asks, thankfully more amused than upset.

“Oh! Yes, sorry about that. I, uh,” he contemplates lying, but is too worn out to come up with anything halfway believable. “I felt really awkward. After the. You know.”

“Yes, and maybe sometime next decade Simon Fairchild will stop reminding me of your dramatic escape,” Elias says. “All in all, it went about as well as I could have expected. Don’t worry about it too much.”

“Right,” Jon says, knowing damn well that he is going to worry.

“But this isn’t why you called.”

“No. It isn’t.”

There’s another long, awkward silence, while Jon struggles to formulate his thoughts.

“I think I can force people to answer my questions,” Jon says. “Is that normal?”

Elias has the audacity to laugh at him. The bastard.

“I was wondering when you were going to notice,” he says. “Compelling voice is a crucial ability to fulfil your role as the Archivist. How else could you extract statements from those unwilling to share them?”

He says this as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world.

“That’s—horrifying,” Jon says. “You do realize that it’s horrifying, right?” He takes in a shuddering breath. “Can I control it?”

“Yes. Of course. Now that you are aware of them, controlling your powers should become your next priority.”

“Stop giving me damn homework, Elias! I’m trying to ask for your help!”

The words are out his mouth before he can stop them, but he doesn’t think there’s anything supernatural about it. No; just pure desperation.

Elias sighs. “As lovely as it is to hear your voice, Archivist, I’d rather have this conversation in person. Are you available?”

“What—right now?” Jon asks. “Oh, wait. Is it because you cannot read my mind over the phone?”

“…maybe,” Elias says after a pause.

He files away the information for later. For now, he says, “Yes. I’m available.”

“Splendid. Where should I meet you?”

Jon considers the question. The Institute is the most obvious answer. It’s familiar and relatively safe, and both he and Elias have been known to spend their weekends at work, so it wouldn’t even be that strange. But the thought of always meeting Elias in a place where he holds all the power annoys him to no end. A restaurant, then? But, damn, he doesn’t want to have to dress up for the sort of place that might meet Elias’s standards. Besides, his head spins slightly every time he stands up; he suspects he might end up slipping on the wet pavement and cracking it open.

“I am actually not feeling very well,” he says. “Could you meet me at my place?” Suddenly aware of how it sounds, he hastens to add: “I don’t mean—I’m not trying to suggest anything inappropriate, so please do not read too much into it.”

“Of course. I’ll be there in an hour.”

“Great,” Jon sighs. “I’m assuming you know where I live.”

“I do.”

“Then I guess I’ll see you later,” Jon says.

***

Inviting Elias over might have been stupid, but isn’t much more questionable than any of his other decisions as of late. It’s the sort of baseline stupid Jon is becoming accustomed to.

He spends the time cleaning up and fretting over his clothing. Should he dress up? Which part of the dress code covers this particular situation? He feels like he shouldn’t be meeting his boss in an old band T-shirt and sweatpants, but another, more rational part of his brain points out that he shouldn’t be inviting his boss to his house at all. His outfit is the least concerning aspect of this situation. Intellectually he understands this, but he spends a good while selecting the right combination of sweatpants, shirt, and hoodie. He can’t imagine Elias would take him seriously if he were wearing pyjamas. If he deigns to take him seriously, that is.

His nervous fretting comes to an abrupt stop once the doorbell rings. Right. One hour.

He opens the door, and is greeted with the comical sight of Elias’s tailored suit and expensive coat looking distinctly out of place in the cluttered, dark, narrow corridor of his apartment. But then Elias’s eyes zero in on Jon’s face, and Jon feels suddenly self-conscious.

“Uh. Hi. Come on in. Can I get you something to drink?”

He leads the way to the living room, but doesn’t get very far before Elias stops him.

“Jon,” he says quietly.

Now he is in Jon’s space, looking down at him with an intense, scrutinizing expression in his steel-grey eyes. He smells faintly of rain and laundry detergent, but mostly that cologne he favours, which Jon remembers well from yesterday’s gala. His fingers are on Jon’s chin, gentle but insistent, turning his face up, towards the light; he brushes away the hair from Jon’s face. For a moment it seems inevitable that he will lean down and press his lips against Jon’s; why else would he touch him in this manner?

“What happened?” he asks.

His fingers skim feather-light over the bruise on Jon’s cheek. Jon winces; it’s swollen and tender, and no doubt does little to improve his appearance. He misses the ice-pack, but it was getting too warm so he had to place it back in the freezer for the time being.

“It’s nothing,” he says, a little breathy. He’s trying not to inhale too much of Elias’s scent, in case it makes him do something above-baseline stupid. “Just a bruise. It’ll fade.”

Elias’s lips are pressed thin, his brows knitted together. His eyes flare; for a moment, Jon could swear they changed colour into something deeper, vibrant, otherworldly; that they can suddenly see much, much further than Jon’s own face.

“Timothy Stoker did this to you?” Elias asks. His voice is pitched low, in cold fury; it sends a tremor through Jon’s body, an instinctive reaction to flee. But he can’t quite move, Elias’s hand and gaze pinning him in place, as gentle as they are insistent.

“We had a fight,” Jon says. “Stay out of it. It’s none of your business.”

Elias narrows his eyes.

“What happens to myArchivist very much is my business,” he says.

“I’m not your damn property,” Jon seethes. “And I can take care of myself.”

“You called me to ask for help,” Elias reminds him coldly.

“Not with this,” Jon says. “Leave Tim alone. Leave all of them alone.”

He’s trembling; his head spins. What a pathetic sight he makes right now, bargaining for his assistants’ lives with an empty hand. It’s a wonder Elias doesn’t laugh in his face.

“Jon,” Elias says. “They haven’t the right…” he cuts off, abruptly, and lets go of Jon’s chin.

The sudden absence of his touch is enough to have Jon swaying on his feet. He gasps, black spots dancing before his eyes; luckily the wall is not far behind his back, giving him something to lean on, his sweaty hands desperately scrambling at it for something to hold.

Elias looks down at him, startled. Jon gives a weak laugh in response.

“I told you,” he says. “I’m not feeling well.”

“Yes, I can see that,” Elias says. He steps away to where he set down his briefcase and retrieves a file from it. “Here. I brought you these.”

It’s the damn statements. Jon doesn’t even need to browse through its contents to know as much; the file calls out to him through no sense he can name. As Elias places it in Jon’s hands, Jon can almost hear the background static of the tape recorder, all other thoughts and concerns receding from his restless mind. He’s blank, achingly empty, and ready to receive this new account of the Powers, to absorb the fear and lose himself in it, to feel, to experience, to know—

“No,” he says. “Why—”

“It’ll help,” Elias says. So calm, so logical.

“I don’t want this,” Jon whispers. “I never wanted this. I can’t…”

The wall slips away, or maybe he slides down, limp and helpless. Elias catches him before he can hit the ground and steers him towards the couch; Jon doesn’t fight him. He couldn’t even if he wanted to.

“Jon,” Elias says, from somewhere far away. “You need this. You know you need this. What, exactly, are you hoping to gain by intentionally starving yourself?”

“This is wrong,” Jon says. His mouth is dry; his tongue feels like it was made of sandpaper. The buzzing in his head only gets louder.

“It is what it is,” Elias says. “You can be angry about it later, if you’d like.”

Jon shoves him away. He would have more luck with a brick wall; Elias catches his hands easily, encircling Jon’s wrists in a loose grip, his thumb running soothing patterns on the delicate inner skin of them.

“No,” Jon repeats, numbly.

He still can’t bring himself to let go of the statements. He is clutching them so tightly it’s a wonder they haven’t torn yet… but, no. The thought is absurd. In the heights of madness, Jon would never damage these. He might as well take a knife to his own flesh and slice it into ribbons.

“When was the last time you read one?”

“Not sure. A week. Maybe two,” Jon shakes his head. He’s been avoiding them, he hates what they turn him into. He hates the sick thrill of anticipation, he hates the words flowing out of his mouth, he hates the buzz of static on his tongue, he hates the Eye’s heavy gaze over his shoulder, all around him, within him. He hates the nightmares. He hates himself most of all.

“Oh, Jon,” Elias says softly. Like he understands, like he cares. He moves closer, sits right next to Jon and lets go of his hand to cradle the back of his head.

And it’s nice. It’s nice to sink into his embrace, regardless of how sure Jon is he’d be safer throwing himself into shark-infested waters. Elias is warm; his chest moves at a steady, comforting rhythm. His arms around Jon feel grounding, partially shielding him from the Eye’s constant presence.

“I don’t want this,” Jon repeats, over and over, like a broken record. He isn’t making any sense. He knows he isn’t.

He smooths the paper in his hands. Elias tucks a few loose strands of hair behind his ear, so that they won’t obscure his vision.

“You didn’t hurt these people, Jon,” he says quietly. “Whatever happened to them is already done. You cannot rewrite their stories. All you can do is archive them.”

“What for?” Jon asks. “Why?”

Elias considers him for a long moment, with an inscrutable expression on his face. On anyone else, Jon might be willing to classify it as remorse; but he knows better. He knows Elias too well, and yet not at all.

“For now? Because you need it,” Elias says. “For later – I’ll tell you when you’re ready.”

He needs it. That’s the simple truth of it. Right now, Jon can start reading, or he can die. It’s stupid, it’s absurd; and yet it’s true.

“Statement of…”

#jonelias #jonathan sims #elias bouchard #at least NOW i can use the jonelias tag with clear conscience #when will they end my torment and finally kiss

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Fera Daemonia cast

(Formerly called Angelbound)

Lark Thrushcross Living with her mother and who she thought was Michael Wayland, Lark grew up in a harsh, cold home, until the age of nearly ten, when her mother and 'Michael' were killed and she was shipped, alongside Jace, to New York to be raised by the Lightwoods. Never one to back down from a fight, Lark is tough and headstrong. Her only weakness (in her humble opinon) is that pesky crush on her life long best friend. And when Clary Fairchild comes stumbling into their lives, everything is turned upside down.

Anais Thrushcross If Lucian Greymark was Valentine's right hand, Anais was his left. The Circle was everything Anais believed in, when Valentine suggested it was time for her to get pregnant, she did just that. When he wanted to experiment on her child, he didnt have to sneak it, Pregnant Anais happily let him do whatever it took to ensure her child would be strong, would be an asset to The Circle and their cause. After it all fell apart, she remained by Valentine's side, helping him raise Jace and her own daughter, Lark. To this day, she is a die hard follower of Valentine, even if it means going head to head with her daughter.

Rowena 'Romy' Thornhill The daughter of the newest headmaster of the Shadowhunter academy, just in time for them to open up applications to warlocks, Romy is a big hearted wild child, she welcomes the Warlocks with open arms and takes them under her wing. Then tragedy strikes. A couple years later, she's doing her job as a shadow hunter working wit her best friend and partner, Tavvy Blackthorn, when she finds herself face to face with the two men she'd been avoiding- Max and Rafe Lightwood-Bane

Connor Thornhill "You have one job, Con. Keep an eye on Kit, protect him. He can't know about us and what we are, but you have to keep him safe" That was all Connor knew and that was what he lived by. So when his best friend's dad is killed and Kit is being taken away, Connor knows what he has to do, throw himself into danger and get taken away with him, duh.

Rhys Halston High warlock extraordinaire, Rhys makes his way to New York to visit with his old friend Magnus when he finds himself stuck there, helping with a war between downworlders and the Shadowhunters. But his real reason for staying? A Nerdy little vampire named Simon.

Jett Highsmith Herondale Everyone thought Stephen Herondale died before his son Jace was born- they were wrong. Near death, having dragged himself away from the fight, Stephen was found, with no memory of what happened or who he was. Nursed back to health by the woman he would fall in love with, the pair soon had a son- who was ripped from their arms by Valentine- who murdered the lovers right then and there. Jett was raised not by Valentine, but by the Highsmith family, with no idea about who he really was- or why he looked so much like the Lightwood's adopted son.

#the shadowhunter chronicles #shadowhunters #beyond the stars and by the angel #fera daemonia

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