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luuuuucyscorner · 3 days

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Can you pls do an angst oneshot where y/n is a very kind religious nun at Briarcliff and she steps in and saves Kit while he is tortured because she believes all humans deserves kindness and respect?

Thanks for requesting another kit angst Anon, poor boy can't catch a break lmfaooo.

catholic school religion classes really coming in strong with this one.

𝐈𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲, 𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲- 𝐊𝐢𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

Info: Sister Y/n is a nun at Briarcliff and she steps in and saves Kit while he is being disciplined because of her pure beliefs.

Tags: mentions of abuse, blood, alcohol, religion

word count: 4237

Sister Jude takes a step back in annoyance when the door to her office suddenly slams open and a kind, delicate-looking nun walks quickly towards Kit, who is lying helpless and bleeding in his bindings on the chair. "Sister! you must stop this cruelty!" the nun demands. Kit is quite surprised to see what seems to be a gentle nun in this cruel palace filled with so much pain and suffering. He can practically feel the love radiating over him from the nun. "Sister Y/n, you dare interfere with his discipline?" Sister Jude scowls and cracks her thin, unforgiving whip against the cold concrete floor. the tip catches on Sister Y/n's thigh and she cries out in pain. "oh please Sister! Allow me to tend to his wounds!" she begs.

Sister Jude looks at the nun with irritation. "If you wish to take on this patient, so be it. But do not think that just because he is a pretty boy, that he does not deserve to be disciplined for his sins." Sister Y/n carefully approaches Kit, gently brushing his sweaty hair out of his face. She takes a small cloth from her pocket and begins to dab at the blood on his forehead and cheeks. Kit looks up at her with hope in his eyes. The nun begins to gently untie him and remove the chains and shackles, freeing his weak form from the confines of his chair. then, using all her might, she helps him stand up. giving Sister Jude one last thankful look, she turns and leads Kit down the hall into the infirmary, laying him down on a hospital bed.

Sister Y/n begins to softly inspect and survey Kit's injuries. gently picking at his cuts and bruises. She sighs and looks down at him with such warmth in her eyes. "this is going to hurt a little" she says, her voice soft and comforting. He nods and smiles a little, feeling at ease in her presence. Sister Y/n pours some rubbing alcohol onto a cotton ball and begins to swab around his wounds, prepping for bandages and preventing infection. She continues to work on his wounds, using all her gentleness to apply ointment and wraps. she takes particular care when cleaning around his face, being mindful of his injuries and not applying too much pressure. "why are you being so kind to me? why are you being so different from Sister Jude?" Kit asks weakly.

"That is not a religious woman. Perhaps once she was, but now she is too obsessed with her power, with greed that she forgets that God said "Every living being is deserving of respect and kindness" Sister Y/n says, her voice full of remorse.

"But if a human does something terrible, doesn't that mean they don't deserve kindness or mercy?" Kit asks, softly. "God forgives, he is merciful." Sister Y/n replies softly, not wanting to upset him. "And besides, it's not like you have done anything so terrible that you deserve such a harsh punishment." she says soothingly.

She finishes up with Kit's bandages and opens a small locket cabinet to the right of him. She pulls out a small flask and indicates to Kit to drink. "Vodka, for the pain," she says in a hushed voice.

Kit hesitates for a moment. He isn't usually one to drink, but he supposes that the pain relief could be beneficial. He gently takes the flask and has a small sip. He is surprised at how quickly the warmth spreads throughout his body, dulling the pain and relaxing him. "Thank you," he whispers, handing the flask back to Sister Y/n.

"You are welcome Mr Walker," She says sincerely.

he smiles up at her, grateful for her kindness. "would it be alright if i ask you a question?" he asks quietly.

"of course," she says.

"Are you not afraid that you will be punished for doing this? for going up against Sister Jude?" He asks timidly. Sister Y/n pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before replying. "I do not do this for a reward. I do it because it is right," She says simply. "I have faith in my God, he knows my heart."

"You should rest," she tells him gently, brushing a hand through his hair.

Kit doesn't even realize how fast his eyelids are starting to grow heavy. the vodka was working a little quicker than he expected. He nods his head in sleepy agreement. "Thank you," he murmurs softly as he lets his eyelashes drop, losing the grip of consciousness quickly fading and giving into the promise that sleep holds for him.

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fallinforerling · 1 year

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LOVE ISN'T ETERNAL... but maybe ours is. final chapter - jb

A/N: Tada! Here it is. The end of an era! Can you believe it? I hope you all liked it. Thank you all for liking my writing and following me, sending messages and support. I'm so grateful for all of you. Love ya always xx

* The photos are pure inspiration! Not true representation of any of the characters.

ೃ⁀➷ jude’s masterlist

ೃ⁀➷ jude’s taglist

ೃ⁀➷ masterlist

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

♡ three months later ♡

footballgossip

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footballgossip It appears that rumors involving BVB star Jude Bellingham and the mysterious girl that has been seen at recent games are true! The youngster confirmed his long-term relationship with his girlfriend on his IG after today's game! What do you guys think?

Follow @footballgossippp for more info about your favorite players!

loviejude omg wtf, i KNEW he was with someoneeeee

bvbjude i mean... we all knew. this girl has been on his games and jobe's ig for a WHILE now

judesgirl YAAAY. i'm so happy for him!!!

— The article spread like fire, and on the first fifteen minutes of being out, you'd received it more times that you could count. It was a bit overwhelming, but you knew it was coming. Since the day you two got out of the stadium holding hands, everyone knew Jude Bellingham had a girlfriend. And even thought just a tiny circle of people actually knew your name, everyone knew your face.

So you decided to soft-lauch yourself into the public eye. Well, officially. The first step was to make your IG public, and then posting the photos you took after the game. You did it first, thinking that Jude will do something similar to your style.

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram my winner ♡ i'm so proud of who you are, your achievements and having you by my side. love you forever

judebellingham i love you so so so much

jobebellingham disgustingly beautiful, love you guys xx

nikkiwikki i knew it

mia_d me and who

gioreyna 👀

judeforever omgksjdkdnfnff i can't

bellinghamnow she's a real one 🫶🏻 we love you queen

judesbaddie can jude fight??? lmao

bellinghammm i'm tired of being singleeeee 🥹

— After seeing the (mostly) positive response from everyone, you felt relieved. Jude was next to you, “giving it the last touches” as he said, then after hitting post, he gave you the proudest look ever.

“I'm so good.” Was the only thing he said, smiling.

“Let's see.”

judebellingham

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judebellingham date night with the love of my life. i'll never shut up about you and how much i love you. having you by my side it's the biggest achievement ever. love you forever xx

yourinstagram omg i'm the love of his life 🥹

jobebellingham bring me dessert pls

yourinstagram you're ruining the mood bro

jobe2005 nah, jobe is wilding on their comments like pls 😭

judeforever i didn't want to cry at 2 am but oh well

bvb awwww

judebellingham i know right 🥹 she's beautiful

jb22 girl, if that man doesn't treat you right I CAN

“You call that soft launching me?” You laughed, kicking him just a bit on the leg.

“I was very subtle, my love.” He said, catching your leg and dragging you across the sofa until you were almost on top of him. “At least I didn't called you my future wife.”

You blushed, hating and loving at the same time how much he has been hinting and joking about proposing. You didn't know how to feel.

— Now that you felt more confident about posting every single photo available of Jude, you did it as much as you could. Everyone loved it, not only your close ones, but Jude's fans, thanking you for giving them more content.

You never imagined yourself enjoying the fact of having a public relationship. But it never was about the attention, but the freedom of wanting to post and being able to do so.

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— You lowered your phone after seeing the most recent story he posted, smiling at your boyfriend with such force that you thought your face was going to split in half.

“Ready?” He hugged you as tight as he could. “The reservation is waiting for us.”

“I'm always ready for dinner.” You said, giggling when he started to kiss your face. “I love you.”

He caressed your face, looking into your eyes for a few seconds before kissing you again.

“I love you even more.” He finally replied, twirling you around.

It was such a wonderful night with the most wonderful boyfriend ever.

Thank God for second chances.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

— After dinner with friends... And family, you didn't know what to say. It was so shocking that all you could do was see the photos Jobe, Nikki, Mia and Denise were sending you one after another.

✉️ Nikki: Post this one!!!

✉️ Mia: NO! This one has better lighting

✉️ Jobe: As the newest member of the group chat, I order it to be this one I personally took

✉️ Nikki: Excuuuuuseeee me?

✉️ lmaoooo, guys don't fight!!!

✉️ Nikki: He started it!

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram getting married i guess (i love you darling)

judebellingham i love you more bro 💕

jobebellingham it was my idea, you're welcome

yourinstagram say what now? 😳

nikkiwikki and my photos won

bvb congrats to the beautiful bride to be!

yourinstagram thank youuuu 🥹🫶🏻

mia_d what was more culturally significant? the renaissance or my best friend getting engaded?

judebellingham our engagement, of course

judebellingham

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judebellingham proposed to my girlfriend i guess

yourinstagram biggest plot twist ever

judebellingham you didn't saw it coming lmao

yourinstagram shut up (with love)

jobebellingham again, my idea

judebellingham bro! shhhhh

erling.haaland congrats my brother!

judebellingham thank you sir!

jb22 damn, someone took my bitch lmaoooo. congrats babiessssss

bellinghammm OMFNSKDKSKDD

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asta-writes-stuff-moved · 3 months

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Y/N and Campbell Bain go out for the night

a/n: this is my first fic!! constructive criticism is fine but pls be nice :]

wc: 856

c/w: alcohol (only mentioned), think that's it, lmk if not tho

“Hey, Campbell,” You whisper through the dark.

“What is it?” He replies, his voice full of sleep.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Aw shit, I’m sorry Y/N, I forgot. I’ll be ready in a minute.”

“Ok,”

You fiddle with your fingers as you hear him rustling about in his room. Your attention shifts as he pops his head around the doorframe.

“You got anything you’ll need?”

“Yeah, in my bag,” You lift it up to show him.

“Perfect,” He flashes that wide grin of his and steps out of his room, checking around for anyone watching before grabbing your hand and pulling you to the door that leads out of the ward. He fishes in his jacket pocket for a moment before he pulls out Fergus’ card and unlocks the door.

“After you m’lady!”

“Why thank you, kind sir!” He laughs at your attempt at a posh accent and you step out of the ward.

“So where exactly are we going?” You ask as the two of you walk across the quiet hospital grounds.

“A spot I know,” He grins at you, “you’ll find out soon enough won’t ye? Quit asking!”

The two of you walk until you reach the back of a wide building. As you inspect the building you notice flashing lights through the cracks of an exit door.

“Fergus told me I could just tell them we know him and they’d let us in. Think we’ve gotta go around front though.”

You grab his hand as he leads you around to the front of the building. It seems fairly inconspicuous aside from the strobe lights still flashing through the cracks of the doors.

Campbell raps his knuckles on the door and the sound echoes sharply through the quiet. It takes a minute, but eventually a man opens the door. He’s tall and big and looks scary and you shuffle behind Campbell. Campbell doesn’t seem deterred by him in the slightest.

“Hey there, I was told to tell you I know Fergus MacKinnon.” He smiles widely at the man.

The man looks at the two of you for a second before nodding his head and stepping aside, letting you in the door. As you walk by him Campbell gives him a big grin and you give him a polite nod.

After you’ve gone in and had a chance to take in your surroundings you notice a few things. Firstly, everyone here seems older than you. There definitely isn’t anyone else as young as you and Campbell, probably because they serve alcohol, you think as you notice a bar on one end of the room. The second thing you notice is the blaring music. It’s not the old music you’re used to hearing on the station at St. Jude’s, it’s loud and fast, distracting you from Campbell trying to get your attention.

“Hey! Y/N! You in there?” He yells over the music, tapping your forehead.

“Yeah, sorry,” You shout back at him.

“What d’ya think? Cool place, huh?”

“Yeah, I like the music.”

“I thought you would!” He seems delighted that you like it.

“Are we allowed to be here? I think they’re serving alcohol, you know.”

“Oh, don’t worry so much Y/N, that’s not why we’re here.” He grabs your hand, surveying the place. You follow him to a small table far to one end of the room. As you sit down he grabs his chair and pulls it over right next to yours.

You lean into him so you don’t have to shout as much, “This is cool and all but why are we here Campbell?”

He leans down so his mouth is right next to your ear, “Fergus told me about it and I thought you’d like it. I know how much you love the music we’ve got at St. Jude’s so I thought you’d have a good time coming and listening to some new music.”

You can feel your face heat up as you turn to look at him. He’s smiling softly down at you and you smile back.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for ya, Y/N.”

“That was really fun, thank you Campbell.” You tell him as you walk across the grounds back to St. Jude’s.

“O’course Y/N. Just let me know if you ever wanna go again.”

He takes your hand in his and pulls you with him as he breaks into a run. The two of you race through the grounds, taking the longest route back you know of.

“Well, I guess this is where I drop ya off.” He whispers, you can hear a hint of sadness in his voice.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic about it, your room is five steps away.” You roll your eyes at him.

“Yeah, well I had fun tonight. I like spending time with you.”

You stand on your tiptoes and throw your arm around his shoulders to pull him down and you plant a kiss on his cheek. He flashes that big, bright smile of his at you one last time and you return it before heading into your room and closing the door for the night.

#takin over the asylum #campbell bain x reader #campbell bain x you #campbell bain fanfiction #takin over the asylum fanfiction

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lidiasloca · 1 year

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Can you pls write a fic of the folk of the air in the bomb or roach pov, just one of them third wheeling Jude and Cardan.

I have to tell her that I love her (jurdan fic)

During TWK

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“Liliver?” I hear someone call as they knock hard on the door. I leave the plants on the table and I hear another impatient knock.

“I’m amidst the making of a potion for the Queen.” I shout to the voice outside.

When I hear no response, I walk to the door and open it. In front of me, I see a young-looking knight I recognize from the High King’s guard. I frown, asking with my eyes. “It’s the King.” He says.

I sigh, knowing all too well what he wants from me. Nothing less than immediately curing the High Queen, who had fallen yesterday, almost from the sky, after I shot her, having had quite a deadly fight that had left her very much wounded not long before. Yes, he wants me to do that as soon as possible.

“Where is he?” I ask, clearly irritated, which makes the knight's gaze narrow in accusation to my arrogance for calling him in such a discourteous way. I care not.

“The High King of Elfhame is in the throne room with the Living Council.” I nod with nothing more to say, and start walking.

On my way there I can’t help thinking about him, Cardan, and how he’s been acting lately. I know he’s worried and stressed and sad and all that, but he must understand that even with his royalness, there is no amount of power that’ll make Jude wake up earlier or healthier, but whenever I try to make him understand so, he denies the thought.

I really miss when the Queen was in charge.

Finally, I get to my destination. I open the doors and among all the Council, I see Cardan having a private conversation with who I think is Randalin.

I’m fairly close to them when the King notices me and waves the man away in a rude way that makes me smirk slightly. Randalin seems offended when he snorts, but he parts anyway.

“Liliver.” It is more of a question the way he says it, so I answer with, “You called for me?”

I can’t help but linger my eyes on his face, not for other reason rather than his considerable bad state. Beautiful or not, everyone can see how tired he is, even sick-looking some would say.

His hesitant voice wakes me up from distant thoughts, “I did. I wanted to talk about something."

He takes a few steps to me. His eyes going for a second behind me, probably checking the Living Council members, who are all too busy talking with each other.

“I wanted to talk with you about something, something that could help my wife.” His wife. As if I didn’t know Jude myself. "Vivienne, her sister, mentioned something about human healers.” I didn’t think he’d go delusional. Not so quick.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He says, mustering a royal tone that doesn't match his desperate eyes.

I stay silent for a moment. I don’t want to hurt him into reality, but I think he’ll be better if he assumes his hand before he has to play. “Cardan, you have to stop this, it’s not good for you. You have to believe she’ll be fine and not force it.”

I’d say he's angry, but then his face turns sorrowful. It surprises me, and I fear the King crying in front of his intimate Council will only shatter the hope that’s been put on the crown to show strength facing the war.

“But will she?” He asks, and as I think about what to say, I take his arm and lead him to the secret room behind the dais to give us some privacy. He smiles sadly as we enter the room, and I’m confused enough to ask.

“It’s not the best choice for a room to put me in, not if you wanted to soothe me.” He answers, making me more confused, his gaze, though, is asking for a change of subject, so I contently obey.

“Cardan, you clearly have a lot going on, we all do, so do yourself a favor and talk to me. I can help you, you know? I could give you advice, put you in place, kill who you ask me to, but you need to talk to someone, and I’m a good option,” I say pretty fast, almost in a breath.

He opens his mouth to talk. He says nothing, though, so he closes it again.

Silent seconds pass, and then he says very low, “It could work. They are more familiar with human sickness.”

It takes me a moment to realize that he’s talking about the human healers he mentioned, and that he has totally ignored my previous speech.

I sigh and walk to the couch to sit. I gesture him to join me. “Oh, no. I can’t. Not on that couch.”

I frown and ask, "What do you mean, you can’t?" And then, the High King of Elfhame blushes in front of me. He blushes and I understand nothing. I’m about to ask, but then he shakes his head. End of subject, I guess.

After some seconds, he walks a bit closer to me and says, “Yes,” He says, “I do need someone to talk to.” I smile amicably, feeling triumphant that I might have convinced him.

“So, you’re finally willing to tell me what’s going on with Jude.” His eyebrows go up as if shocked. I’ll think him not too bright if he can’t really believe I know there is something between them two.

“You mean, what’s going on with Jude being severely injured? The High Queen of Elfhame being severely injured?” He asks flatly, believing me not to be too bright.

“No, I mean, what’s going on with you being this sorrowful because of Jude being injured, as if she hadn’t been injured every hour of every day since we know her.”

He looks taken aback, like if he didn't know that already. “I don't think you understand. The Queen, a great model for Elfhame, is severely injured, just now, that we are at war, and that makes our land very vulnerable. That is what’s going on.” He explains, like talking to a kid.

I’m beginning to get mad, but then... I know him enough to know he’s just trying to avoid the real talk by being his rudest self.

I put the heels of my hands covering my eyes, my elbows resting in exhaustion on my knees. I can’t believe how, in the middle of a war, my biggest problem still is the feelings of the High King. “Cardan, you can’t really think I don’t know, can’t you? Just don’t act stupid in front of me, please.”

He keeps himself silent too long, so I look up at him and continue, “You and Jude! Oh, please. Don’t make that face. There is something between you two.” I’m almost shouting, and I wonder where the limits of our friendship lie, because, friendly or not, he’s still the King.

I think he finally surrenders when he says faintly, “How can you know?” I laugh.

“How? Cardan, the way you look at her. The way you keep asking news about her. The way the land had turned dull when you exiled her. The way you are in constant pain because she is in pain. It’s everywhere and it’s obvious.”

For a moment, I can’t help but think of Van, him, who I wish I could say all of this.

But, then, I don’t know what exactly is that Cardan feels. “Tell me, do you-” I immediately stop when I pay attention to him, whose about to cry eyes warn me.

“I do.” He finishes for me, his tone as vulnerable as serious. “I do love her.”

I’m stupidly surprised, since I knew that he did love her, but I didn’t expect he’d admit it.

I stand up and come closer to him, feeling the need to reassure him, because I do know what he’s going through, and I think I need this myself. I put my hand on his wrist, making him look down at me.

Before I can say nothing, he states, “But I can’t tell her that now, and that’s my fault.” I close my eyes at the guilt in his words

I try my best with my choice of words when I tell him, “Cardan, she’ll wake when she will. There is no forcing her body to cure itself faster.”

He stares at me, his expression blank. I expect him to discard the thought, to end the conversation or to stay silent, but then he just nods. Sadness in the way he does so, sadness in his eyes as if with acceptance.

I force myself to continue, “But you know she’ll be fine, right? Because she will.” He looks up at me and gives me a smile that’s not too honest.

“She better be, because I have to tell her," he says eventually. “I have to tell her that I love her.”

-Characters by Holly Black

I'm planning to do one in the Roach's POV when both Jude and Cardan are present, (which was probably more like what the request was about), but I just had this headcanon where Cardan (who has befriended the court of shadows), talks to his friend, the Bomb, after Jude's fall, and yk, he just opens up a bit.

#jurdan #jude and cardan #jurdan headcanon #the folk of the air #thefolkoftheair #jurdan canon #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #jude and cardan headcanon #i miss jude and cardan #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #cardan x jude #jurdan fic #jude and cardan fic #jurdan fanfic #the cruel prince #jude x cardan

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ichigostellaglynn · 2 months

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Hi everyone, sorry this post isn’t about ikevil or jude but I just want to say something.

Is any jude fans got anonymous ask that contained hate speech like me and @/judejazza ?

If yes, pls don’t let them affected you ! you're a wonderful fan no matter if you are F2P or P2P. you have different way to love and support jude and I believe you all don’t deserve that kind of treatment and harsh words.

Pls don’t mind that hate speech that contained body-shaming or something that said you all don’t deserve jude. That will be them who don’t deserve jude love, cybird will have shame to have them as fan actually lol.

So pls don’t depress just bc shitty random people that envy of you who can voice your adoration to jude ! They just low life and I bet jude will hate that kind of person who step on other. I believe yall deserve jude’s love more than her, bc she’s just waste in this world. A person who allergic to kindness and never cant appreciate people.

I pity you for not having a good lives like the rest of us, my condolence that you must live with all hatred and negative emotion inside of you. Actually I don’t mind getting your hate speech, bc I actually enjoyed whenever I see people struggle bc they jealous to me. My life is too blessed to mind your hate speech.

I don’t want to make enemies but I welcome you as my hater bc well... i’m quite interested in you tbh lol.

Also I would love to able to talk and be friends with all amazing cybird fan. So allow me to do simple introduction.

Hello, my name is Livi (23yo). I have pink haired Oc named Ichigo イチゴ (you can see her only in IG). I played all ikeseries game and Themis. I speak English and Japanese, I worked in japan division so my specialty is Japanese business language, I’m not familiar enough with Jude kansai dialect. But now I’m learning it bc I have clients from kansai. So yeah, I can understand Kantou/Tokyo Dialect well, but still learning for Kansai dialect.

My num 1 fav is Arthur from ikemen vampire, ive been his fan for almost 4 years (july 2020). I started loving Jude as my second April 2023. I’m a sharing person or 同担歓迎, so I definitely don’t mind if you love Arthur and Jude ! in fact, I love that we have same fav charas !

I’m a yumejoshi 夢女子, means I have an OC as myself to interact with charas I love. I’m also a merch collector, I collect both Arthur and Jude merchs. I’m P2P in ikevil and pls don’t ask how much I have spent for that damn new game :’). As a yumejoshi, I also have many commissions from amazing artist to draw my Oc with Jude and Arthur.

Feel free to be friends in game or follow each other in various social media !

I hope ikevil can gain more fans after ENG released.

And nice to meet you guys !

Lets support CYBIRD together from now on !

Best regards,

Livi

Ig : Arthur_Shrine22 and Jazzjude_13

#ikemen villain jude #イケメンヴィランジュード #ikevil #ikevil jude #jude jazza #イケメンヴィラン #イケヴィラ

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aecassie · 1 year

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hello! please if you take requests could you pls write something for kit walker coming back home to reader after getting out of the asylum and telling her everything he had to go through while in that place? tysm <3

𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘦! 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘪𝘢. 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘰, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳!

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๑ֹ🐈꫶۫𓈒 ꙳۪🌻ໍׅ⤸ 𓏸۫🚌໋ׅ ⁎۫🌟໋ׅ≀ 𝆹۪🍌ໍׅ⬞ 𝅄۫📒ໍׅ◗ ᕀ 🧻꫶໋𓈒۫ ♫ׅ۫ 🐻‍❄ໍׅ𓍢 𝅄ֹׅ ⛸️۪۫៶🗑️ ★ ハ

𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑓, 𝑘𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟: 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑟. 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑛 (𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛, ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛), 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙

𝐚𝐮𝐭��𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: ℎ𝑒𝑦!! 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑚 𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝑀𝑦 𝑘𝑖𝑡 𝑘𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ, 𝑖 𝑠𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡, 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠! <3

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑠

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 (𝑜𝑓𝑐 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡) 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡,

𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗 - 𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑡

𝚈/𝙽 = 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎

𝑘𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

♡ ˒˒ 🥛₊˚✧ ɞ 🍪 ! ໒ ҂ ´• ˕ •` ∞ ♡̶ 🍥 : 🐸 ୧ ｡ : ✿ ཿ ♡ ⁹₉⁹ ❤︎ 🦋⃣ ↷(🐇)ˀˀ . .↷

Briarcliff.

The place most feared by you as well as anyone sane or insane.

In a matter of months, he, her then-husband Kit Walker, ended up right there.

Kit was accused of being the newest serial killer haunting the city, "The Bloody Face". You knew it wasn't Kit, you had already been attacked by the serial killer and he was the one who defended you. You even told the police everything, but they didn't care, they just threw Kit there, like he was nothing more than a bag of garbage. Since he was locked up in Briarcliff, you don't sleep well, you don't eat well and sometimes you don't even get out of bed.

But it was today. The day when the sun would rise for the two of you once again, after so long.

Kit's innocence was proven, and you, of course, longed to see him again. It was about six o'clock in the afternoon, and both happy and anxious, you put the following items in your small bag: Your ID and Kit's, some money, your car and house keys, your wallet and a lighter. Leaving like lightning on a rainy afternoon, you run to your car and head straight to the macabre sanatorium. Slamming the vehicle door, you felt the thick drops of cold rain falling on your hair and shoulders. The moment you saw Sister Jude, your heart seemed to hammer on your chest. After deep steps, you are in front of the woman.

"Sister Jude! I'm Miss Walker, wife of patient Kit Walker." -- You say holding out the IDs so the sister can see. She takes the pieces of paper and quickly reads them -- "Oh, yes, Kit Walker. Hey! You guys, bring Walker, his wife came to get him!" - Jude shouts to two male, who looked like medicial, and obey her. -- "Don't stand in the rain, come on." -- The woman extends her hand to you, who enters the place and sits on an old sofa.

After 10 minutes that felt like 10 years, Kit emerged accompanied by the same two men as before, who released him as they walked through the door. Without even thinking twice, Walker ran towards you, hugging you with all the strength he had. -- "I missed you so much" -- Kit says still clinging to you, with a tearful voice -- "I know, me too." -- You answer by stroking the man's dark hair. The two of you broke away and looked at each other for a few seconds, both of you with teary eyes. -- "Bye, sister Jude" -- Kit waved to her who gave a small smile and waved back. With your hands clasped, you and Kit got into the red car and made your way home.

Once there, you entered the living room and Kit sat on the smaller sofa. -- "I'm going to make something for us to eat, I finally learned how to make your favorite food!" - You said smiling happily, but stopped when you noticed Kit's obviously pained smile. -- "Kit? What happened?" -- You questioned him getting closer, seeing him release some agonizing sounds in pain. -- "Nothing, don't worry, Mrs. Walka!" Kit replied, trying to be reassuring. What didn't work. -- "Kit." - You gave him an ultimatum and he surrendered. -- "I'm fine, doll, I just feel a little bad, that's all" -- He said and you sat down next to him, helping him take off his jacket.

As the fabric ran down Kit's arms, a grunt of pain escaped his lips, and you saw countless scars, some fresh and some older. -- "Oh my God, Kit. What did they do to you?" Her heart broke when she noticed her husband's tears streaming down his face. -- "It's like hell there, y/n. All I could think about was you, the real serial killer out there, wanting to kill you." Kit was crying all over now, fumbling for words. -- "Kit, calm down, alright?" - You said placing one of your hands on the side of Kit's face, who nodded slowly trying to contain his despair. -- "Tell me, what happened in there?" -- Kit then, hearing your words, took a deep breath and began to count. -- "They punished us. I tried to run away, but when I did that, they caught me. I even spent days inside a small dark and silent room, tied up with a straitjacket, they were the worst moments of my life. Sister Jude has a collection of "rods" or whatever they were; She used to hit us, and hit us a lot. We had a doctor in there, but he looked like a butcher. He was a crazy old man who would cut me and try to make a bunch of experiments or whatever went through his lunatic head. I had nothing there and I just wanted you, so much so that thanks to the medicine that man gave me I started to hallucinate. I saw you, with me, telling me that everything would be fine well." -- The more Kit talked, the more pain you felt.

"I should be there" That was the phrase that ran through her head, over and over again.

"Dr. Thredson was the worst." - Kit said now looking at the floor, frustrated. -- "Who is Dr. Thredson?" -- You ask -- "The psychiatrist. He's the bloody face, and he did everything to make me stay inside, taking his blame. He made a report, put me as insane. I started to doubt myself Everyone was screaming "he's the murderer", and there was nothing I could do about it. Thredson blackmailed me, told me that if I didn't confess to the murders, he would kill you." -- Kit started crying again -- "I couldn't lose you, I wasn't going to let anyone take you away from me. I'm sorry for not telling you." - Kit spoke at last and now you were crying with him. -- "It's okay Kit, you're home as well, and with me." -- You took Kit's hand and soothed him. -- "I look horrible, this is horrible" -- Kit said referring to the scars. -- "No Kit, of course not. They're not horrible, they just show how strong you are, how much you've endured! You're beautiful, you always will be." - You said smiling with closed lips.

Moving closer to Kit, you gently ran your lips over the scars, leaving small pecks on them. Looking at him again, you caught Kit's smile as he took your face in his hands and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. -- "I love you, Mrs. Walka" -- Kit smiled wider at you, who did the same -- "I love you too, Mr. Walker." -- Kit pulled you to him and joined both lips, the kiss was a little salty for the tears shed earlier, and soft, for the perfect synchrony between you and him. -- "What do you want to do?" -- You questioned Kit, who still looking at your mouth replied -- "Can we take a shower?" - He asks and you nod, locking the door of the house and taking him to the bathroom.

You sat him on the toilet lid and turned on the shower, putting on the bath plug and going to the bedroom to fetch Kit's favorite bubble bath. When you got back, the tub was already full, so you turned off the shower. Taking some of the water, you pour it over Kit's hand, who looks at you confused -- "Is the temperature okay?" -- He understands and replies -- "Great!" -- You two smile at each other and you put the foam inside the bathtub. Kit gets up and you help him out of his shirt and pants. He walks in and you turn around, ready to head to the kitchen. -- "Wait, won't you join me?" -- Kit asks and you look at him -- "Do you want it?" He nods frantically stretching his arms out to you. You then take off your suit and climb into the tub, taking comfort in Kit's strong arms. You turn to him, laying your head on his chest and closing your eyes through the water on your back. -- "I love you, so much" -- Kit says running his fingers through her hair -- "I love you so much too, forever." -- She says and feel a small kiss on her forehead, which makes she smile.

Yeah, chances are the roast you left in the oven won't taste as expected.

🍮 ׄ ִ ᰍ キティ ۪ ᰱ . ꐦ •᷅ࡇ•᷄) . . 🥦 ★ ! ˳۫🥬ֹ𓈒 ◒ׅ🪣ໍׅ໑ ˓˓۫☎️໋ׅꜛ 🐉໋ׅ୭ ∗۪🌴꫶᮪໋۫⤸ 🛁໋ׅ

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝚒'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝! 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝! <3

◡̈˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ*･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💘 ✧.*..⃗.🕊•̩̩͙⁺゜ ⤾·˚ ༘*⸙͎·˚ ༘❁ཻུ۪۪♡: ̗̀➛『••✎••』-ˋˏ❁༺ˎˊ-

!𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒, 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄!

⁕𓈒࣪ 𐑺﹢◍࣪ 𓈒ꜝꜝ ﹠ ⭒ ﹫ ›‹ ◐ ִֶָ 𖥻 ٫ •᎑• ໋↵ ੭ .ᕱׄ ᱖ ⑅ ⱺׄ ५ ꕤ ⌕ (꒪˙꒳˙꒪ ) ꐑֶָ֢ 𓂅 ⊹ ⭒ ᕬ⑅ᕬ

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blacclotus · 1 year

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TMA time-travel au, but they met S2 Jon

Ok, so basically since most TMA time-travel fix-it works usually start with S1 Jon. What if, hear me out...

What if S5 Jon traveled back in time to meet S2 Jon??? Like the POTENTIAL of this idea with Jon realizing how fucked he is and how he's too late to save Sasha. So ofc, he stops the stalking thing and all archive ppl have The Talk^TM.

I can feel the spiciness of survivor's guilt on him and since Tim is also having a breakdown, I just want the three of them to bond and heal together, but NO.

What if S5 Jon is like having this teacher-student dynamic with his younger self? Like Michael is gonna stab S2 Jon while S5 JMart are laughing at his misery. Like that may be OOC, but man, I want S5 Jon to enjoy his voyeuristic shit for a while then apologize to him.

Also had this idea that he would accompany him to converse Jude Perry and becomes kinda bored, so he walks around the area while ya boi is being a nervous, understanding wreck. THEN, when she's about to burn his hand, that's where he steps in.

It's like he wants his "students" to fuck around and find out, but when it's all serious, he would step in (+ S5 Martin "lecturing" them) and both "parents" will clean up the shit they did... probably.

And like all time-travel fix-its, they would beat the shit out of Elias :]

Oh yeah, abt the romance part... Like I said, they'll fuck around and find out but S5 JMart will do their own business - meaning not intervening with S2/S3 JMart's dynamic. They ofc respect their boundaries and when everything's kinda ok, they either fuck off from that world as their job is done or stay and terrorize the whole institute. Idk, it's up to the author's decision.

Come to think of it, I just want S5 JMart to be menaces to their younger selves + angst abt their survival - should they die as they are monsters in their world or live bc they want to make up for the domestic shit they've missed (problem is, they have to "eat" people)

Idk. Pls tag me so that I can read it. Thank you ;]

#tma #the magnus archives #magnuspod #fic ideas #time travel #fanfiction #JMart are menaces #and idc if they're ooc #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #fix it of sorts #its up to you if you want them to be happy or not #i think tim is gonna go kayaking in this au????#it is what it is #the Web is stronger than they think #the archives is a classroom filled with traumatized children

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baekhvuns · 1 year

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RM afraid of Barca?! Bestie... pls 😭 I don't think so, but they need to get their shit together for sure, invest in younger players, because Benzema won't be there forever. Their recent season was 👌🏻 let's keep it up. Lmao not the Sheikhs buying all the top football stars? And for what 💀 for more money obviously, but that's just ridiculous. Kaka let the devil on his shoulder win 👀

You can try searching the basement, good luck, there are spiders in there! Maybe even snakes who knows 😉

I'm gonna watch one of those "I read Harry's book so you don't have to videos" to see what's going on there

Waiting for old Exo to come back, their last comeback was so-so, but hoping for the best! Can't believe Shinee and Exo will be coming back again <3 Shinee world tour... I think it's safe to say their world is very limited lmao. Okay but wtf was that GOT song, slightly better than Step Back cause the bar is in hell, but it felt so long and chaotic yet I felt like nothing happened 😭 and the MV? So unoriginal it's so sad, free these women! I haven't checked the mini yet, cause I don't feel motivated

That manhwa might be nothing special, but it's pulling at my heart strings. They're both whipped I'm afraid lovesick boys... oh yes, pls do start reading it's a slow burn and the beginning is frustrating for a few reasons, but it's fun. Also I realised something about my boy Eunhyuk and it's devastating, I feel so bad for him 💔

That bathroom scene in HP, iconic dare I say, yes! I was shaking for real lmao

Omg yes, young Jude had this Italian or French feel to him, a few British actors had that thing to them when they werw younger.

With the way some fansites act I'd not trust them around Seonghwa I think we should be present as well to make sure they're not acting up. Seonghwa bodyguard team! And I can take pictures, I'm better than some of those glorified paparazzi

Usually coloured ink is a bit more invasive(?) let's say, it depends of course. Actually snake's skin is very soft, I was truly surprised. A few people who were always against snakes kinda changed their minds once they felt the skin, but obviously bigger snakes look very intimidating

STOPBTHAY VIDEOOSOOSOOKAJJSJSJHAHAHA Seonghwa's smile is so sweet, the way his whole face lits up and his eyes 😢

The fact some stupid men and simp girls call Shakira crazy, I mean she's doing a lot lol, but he deserves it! Shakira Isabel Mebarak Holmes. Oh god I'd just move out tbh, but this is much funnier

I'll re-read model ONE DAY okay...

San was channeling his inner Loid Forger in that suit

I have to be honest I only found out like a week ago what rizz means, I'm a boomer <3

Sugar baby Hwa? That's my material baby girl

This whole thread 🧎🏻‍♀️and truth

I love him but this is fucked up, I won't tolerate this, I bet his alarm wakes everyone but him 💀

MY ROCKSTAR BABY

Did you see Jeonghan and Ten at YSL? And where the fuck is Seonghwa?! These stupid brands are useless!!!

Oh about Varanassi, it was years ago so I can't tell exactly, but I don't think so? I don't believe in spiritual things so I wouldn't really know sjhsuaajsjshbabshs I only feel weird in big empty Catholic churches (maybe because I'm not baptised and the devil inside me is trying to jump out 😆), because they're just too quiet and weird in general - DV 💖

hi hello!!!

come on anon let’s be real here bestie we both know the truth 🤚🏻🤚🏻with none of their players batting an inch against the 18yo, almost reminded me of that one special 19yo boy with long hair 😮‍💨 afraid is just a small word 🤚🏻defeat is best served when barca does it <3 rm rarely wins by a lot when versing barca, while barca can do 5-0 and u know that’s true too, rm fans agree too 😭😭😭 main reason for a mid rm season is: ancelotti 🔫 he changed the positions and playing style a lot tbh

mancity took this to heart

and the match today! ronaldo punched, got a free penalty, did a siu on a friendly 😭😭 got tackled by ramos, neymar missed pen, and then ALL of them being subbed off 😭😭

im convinced messi’s some secret comedian bc ain’t no way this man is just losing his shit like this

You can try searching the basement, good luck, there are spiders in there! Maybe even snakes who knows 😉 /// I'm gonna watch one of those "I read Harry's book so you don't have to videos" to see what's going on there

WELL IM GONNA TAKE U WITH FOR THAT PART, YOU ARE OLDER AND IT IS UR DUTY ACTUALLY TO LOOK OVER THE YOUNGER ONES 🤨 RULES ARE RULES ACTUALLY 🤚🏻 id rec this one person partially bc her voice is so nice & from an eye of a brit 😭😭 & this one does a pretty good job at it!

how many days left till baekhyun 😭😭😭??? 15 DAYS 😭😭 15 DAYS 😭😭😭 THEY ARE COMING BACK OUR SAVIOURS BACK TO BACK !!!!! bro raised sm’s stock by 30% by breathing, he’s actually bigger than sm 🤚🏻the last cb, def on the lower end with their insane title track history, considering that we’re all used to do much, this one def was more of a bside material! (prob the only title track by then that i do not indulge in that much)

BUT U BEST BELIEVE IM DONT FIGHT THE FEELING SCREAMING WHEN IT COMES ON but the bsides i don’t think i listened THIS much to some bsides, they were funky dancy and really good!!,, BUT LAY 😭😭🤚🏻 SHINEE EXO TOUR IS COMING TO SAVE SM FROM ITS BANKRUPTCY !!! WE BETTER !!!!! GET !!!!! BUG BUDGET !!!!! watch shinee just do a sk, jpn tour 🔫🔫

YEAH SLIGHTLY BETTER THAN THE LAST ONE FOR SURE! the gugugugu part is catchy but also annoying, ur right it felt like nothing happened, no hype, no promo?? did not find the songs on the album that good! but a few of them are okay! mala is good! but it’s very,,, similar to the tittle itself, one of them almost felt like an extension to it actually

ITS PULLING AT UR HEART STRINGS !!!!! anon ur whipped by this webtoon 😭😭 STOP THATS SO CUTE BUT THE BLACK HAIRED ONE 😭😭😭🤚🏻 his is a little too soft 🥰 i will begin to read it <3 TELL US GIVE US THE PAIN

That bathroom scene in HP, iconic dare I say, yes! I was shaking for real lmao //// Omg yes, young Jude had this Italian or French feel to him, a few British actors had that thing to them when they werw younger.

tbh the half blood prince movie set itself 🤚🏻 iconic as hell,,, snape dying 😭😭 RIGHT HE HAD THAT AURA, it was very old money vibes! quite a lot of british actors have that vibe, cillian is one of them.

ur right, we are his assistant, pr and bodyguard team. 3 in 1 🤚🏻we monitor EVERYTHING and i think we have experience as we are avid followers of football and can catch bs on the field right away 🔫 catch us giving red cards to fansites

AHHHHH-

u touched a snake.

STOPBTHAY VIDEOOSOOSOOKAJJSJSJHAHAHA Seonghwa's smile is so sweet, the way his whole face lits up and his eyes 😢

RIGHT 😭😭 his ENTIRE face just blooms when he smiles

and then he does this

The fact some stupid men and simp girls call Shakira crazy, I mean she's doing a lot lol, but he deserves it! Shakira Isabel Mebarak Holmes. Oh god I'd just move out tbh, but this is much funnier

NAHHHH I SEE COMMENTS LIKE “shakira this is not good, ur feelings should not be out”??? oh and he can??? bro played the song in front of his kid and roasted THEIR mother WHEN THAT MF CHEATED how low can u drop tbh I LOVE HER PLS THE PETTINESS IS ON PAR, THE GOVERNMENT NAME DBDB

the internet is so funny 😭😭😭 love how viral it is becoming <3 her and miley’s song

I'll re-read model ONE DAY okay... //// San was channeling his inner Loid Forger in that suit //// I have to be honest I only found out like a week ago what rizz means, I'm a boomer <3 /// Sugar baby Hwa? That's my material baby girl

ONE DAY. WHEN. 🔫

JEBWKDHSK BOOMER 😭😭😭 san’s a different breed, i do not know how i survive this man

anon.

This whole thread 🧎🏻‍♀️and truth //// I love him but this is fucked up, I won't tolerate this, I bet his alarm wakes everyone but him 💀

this man is so dramatic, i do not know how hongjoong tolerates him, im convinced they all throw hands at least once a month 🤚🏻 bc i def would, he’s asking for it too

MY ROCKSTAR BABY /// Did you see Jeonghan and Ten at YSL? And where the fuck is Seonghwa?! These stupid brands are useless!!!

GIRL I DID BRWKFHKWHDKW TEN IS MAD. THIS BRO IS SO INSANELY ATTRACTIVE!!!! WHERE IS SEONGHWA??? HE’S THE AMBASSADOR???? WHYS HE NOT THERE,, in the wake of everyone being a ambassador, i need him to be one too he is always representing them

but those photos dropped so im ok <3 a little <3 he looks so nice in the middle one!

LMFAOOOO 😭😭 ive always heard churches have this strange aura inside, kind of uptight and all,,, right! ive also heard that varanasi has this strange feeling to its environment bc it’s so heavily religious so i wondered if u had felt the same! FBWMFHWK MAYBE THE DEMON IS TRYING TO JUMP OUT 😭😭

two worlds colliding ayo

uh ,,, double uh

day 49 of me convincing u should come here, we unlock this very magical place in summer

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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sag06 · 3 years

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I had a very strong urge to spam fanart

#fanart #aftg shitpost #the foxhole court #azriel x gwyn #jurdan #tcp #cardan #Jude #Jude can step on me pls #acotar #firstprince #rwrb #idk how many more I have but I will shit post #Inej my beloved #azriel

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danielxricciardo · 3 years

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Can you do something where Bellingham says “Even when you’re next to me, it feels like you’re miles away.” and “I’m sick of missing you when you’re right here.” pls (and the girl is also an athlete -> is traveling a lot as well)?

Summary: You are a gymnast and tell your boyfriend you are going to the Olympics

Warnings: a little angst? idk

Word count: 0.75k

You knew it was tough to juggle between professional and private life. Somedays, all you wanted was to go to Jude and never leave his side, and other times, you wanted to be the best in the world and you gave your 100%.

You were a professional gymnast. You had a strict workout every day. Aside from the practice of skills, drills for skills and body positions, and routines, there is a lot of physical preparation that goes into gymnastics. Sometimes cardio training is added for fat loss, to help with tolerance during long practices, or to improve stamina during floor routines. The cardio may be slower and steady such as a 30-minute jog, but more often involves interval work where there is a sprint followed by an easier recovery phase or circuits with stations of exercises for all parts of the body with little to no rest in between. All gymnastics programs include lots of core conditioning including leg lifts, crunches, V-ups, handstand press work, and planks.

You became one of the best in England and you were chosen to go to the Olympics this year. It was a dream come true, and when you heard the good news you rushed to Jude to tell him the good news.

"Wait, the Olympics are at the end of July, right?" he asks as soon as you told him the good news. You couldn't stop smiling and just wanted to take Jude in your arms and celebrate together. He knows that your biggest dream is to represent England at the Olympics.

"Yeah, from 23 July to 8 August," you said but he remained silent. "What happened?"

"I'm gonna be away for training with the boys from 23 July to 31 July and my first game with the team is on 14 August. I thought we can spend that time together before I have to fly to Germany."

"Wait, so you actually regret that I got called up for the Olympics?" you ask, amazed at his reaction. You frown and cross your hands across your chest, taking a step back.

"No, no, no, no, no!" he says quickly. "Of course not. It's just... Even when you’re next to me, it feels like you’re miles away, you know?"

"What do you mean?"

"I am sick of being away from you for months at a time, baby. It's frustrating to see your beautiful face only on facetime, you know?" he sighed and bit his lip. "I know this is our lives, our jobs, and I know it's a privilege to go to Tokyo and represent our country, I guess I was being selfish and wanted to spend some more time with you."

You listened to him and you could feel the tears in your eyes. You had no idea he was feeling like that and, to be honest, it was the way you've been feeling for a while too. But he was right, those were your lives, there was nothing you can do now.

"Well, I'm coming back on August 8th, maybe we can spend some time together until you have to go, what do you say? And we still have a week left until we have to leave," you tried to lighten up the mood but Jude was still frowning.

"Yeah, but this week you'll only be at the gym and shit. You won't have time for me at all."

"You can come with me when I have to train. And then the whole day I am yours, baby. Does that sounds good?"

“I’m sick of missing you when you’re right here.”

"Meaning?" you bit your lip and a tear falls on your face.

Jude reaches out to wipe the tear from your face and then hugs you.

"I'll come with you to practice and whatever, but you won't even think about me. You'll think about your moment at the Olympics. But it's fine, really. I am so proud of you, baby! I know how hard you worked for this moment and the Olympics are your lifelong dream, so I am sorry for making you sad, baby."

"No, it's fine, Jude, really. I miss you too whenever we are away and I understand your feeling. I would have wanted nothing more than to spend a few extra days with you, believe me."

Jude kisses you. "I know."

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham oneshot #jude bellingham imagine #borussia oneshot #borussia bvb #borussia #dortmund oneshot #dortmund imagine #dortmund #borussia dortmund

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So I was reading someones post about what if Jon went back in time to save everyone, and he managed it. He kept Martin away from Prentiss, he Kept Sasha alive, Tim never even know the unknowing existed and he never had Jons paranioa to ruin him. But They never knew, there was never those moments of bonding between the terror. Martin never had that moment when he realized Jon wasn’t just his shitty boss. And sure the assistants were close, but there was no room for Jon. And it gave me thoughts.

Under the cut bc I started to Ramble and it got Long, warning; its Big Sad Hours down there. No happy endings here.

Jon solves all these problems before they start, he fixes it without anyone ever knowing. The assistants are blissfully unaware, maybe he stops sending them on ‘real’ statement followup. The archives are a normal, safe job for all of them. Sometimes it gets too much, pretending he doesn’t know them. So he’ll record, mostly for himself. Sometimes for them, though he’ll never share. He sticks them all in Gertrude's old storage locker, where he knows they’ll never be found.

And then something goes wrong. He knows the unknowing can’t work, of course it can’t. But Nikola doesn’t, none of the avatars know. And Nikola still wants her skin. She still wants his skin, actually. And she’s not afraid to play dirty to get it, she’s hands-on like that. Because why stop at the archivist when he’s got so many lovely ignorant assistants?

So he fixes the problem before she can make good on her threats, she can’t be killed that easily. He knows. But she died during the unknowing, and there are some pretty simple steps to follow to replicate that result. He knows the easiest way to make sure it works is also a death sentence for him. But that’s a simple choice to make. Alright no, it’s not. He’s terrified of death, of dying. He doesn’t want to die, but he can lie to himself. He can delude and say maybe he’ll get another chance. And just in case, he makes sure the assistants know they can quit now.

Tim, Sasha, and Martin don’t know what to make of the news that their boss died mysteriously in an explosion. They know even less what to make of the notes he left them.

Clearly the ramblings of a very unstable man. They all knew Jon was a bit off but this... Well, they all know there’s something weird about the job. But the apocalypse? Really?

Sasha believes some of it, she’s worked in artifact storage. She’s seen what this stuff can do. But, well. Jon’s never come off as the most stable person, and with no proper proof to back up any of this there’s no reason for them to follow suit. After all she’s known lots of people to quit the institute, she even knows for a fact that Eric Delano did it when she was rooting through employee records for perfectly rational legal reasons.

Then Martin gets called up to Elias’s office, and gets the news he’s the new head archivist.

He tries to turn it down, but he’s offered a pay-raise and a promise that he can step down anytime if he doesn’t feel suited to the position. Elias just sees so much potential in him.

Martin tries to feel flattered and not thoroughly terrified by the way Elias says potential. He takes the promotion, after all, he can always step down if it’s too much.

He offers as much when he finds out Sasha probably should have been given the position, but she turns him down. It’s not his fault their boss is a sexist old bastard, and at this rate he’d probably just turn around and give it to Tim.

Things are normal for a few months. Until slowly a strange noise starts to be heard around the archives, a weird sort-of squishing sound with no source. Along with a metallic scent of meat.

An infestation, of course. They’re getting the problem worked on, or so Elias says. But aside from the occasional exterminator coming in to ‘take a look’ nothing ever seems to change. Weird statements start showing up on Martins desk, surrounding meat and twisted up things, eaten alive and wrong. Suddenly he understands how Jon went off his rocker so easily.

It’s hard to believe all this supernatural stuff as it’s suddenly getting crammed down his throat, after so long of the archives being normal in almost every sense of the word it’s like missing a step on the staircase. The more awful statements he finds- that Tim and Sasha confirm -the more he realizes how much his boss was hiding from them.

He wants to quit, he thinks about it, he tries to think about it. But he just, can’t.

It’s another or two month before it happens. Meat and bone and gristle erupt from the floor, taking on horrible mangled shapes of almost-humans reaching out with hands full of teeth and hungry.

They all survive, though Tim gets eaten up a bit more than the rest of them. And they’ll all have nightmares for the rest of their lives. They’re alive.

And they find Gertrude’s body, though none of them know how to feel about it. They’ve realized by now there’s something to Jon’s nonsensical ramblings. And they’re long past regretting not quitting before this all happened.

There’s a section of document storage that got uncovered during the cleaning,an old cot that was shoved behind some of the shelves, and a box that had a few sets of clothes, an old teacup, and a key. The cleaners say they burned the clothes, but the cup and the Key are given to Martin for him to keep to return to whoever left their things in the archive.

Neither of those items belong to Tim or Sasha, so they all assume they belonged to Jon.

They start following Jons footsteps, they find out he was a suspect in an arson case surrounding Carlos Vittery’s old apartment. Nobody was there except one unidentified body. He was arrested for trespassing on a dock, though no charges were filed. There was an incident that ended in the near arrest of one Jude Perry, though no charges were filed and she soon fell off the grid. And then he exploded using C4 he had no way of getting, Nothing concrete, no proper genuine evidence except a series of weird encounters their dead boss had.

Martin Decides to try and hunt down Jude Perry, it takes some time. He has a very nice cup of tea with one Micheal Crew. Who points him in a general direction and is just a bit weird about tall buildings.

Martin finds Jude, and asks her about Jon. She laughs at him, of course. But she tells him anyway. Jon was trying to have her arrested- no, not arrested. Killed. Officer Tonner would have seen to that, he knew one of the Hunt could do her in, well. At least of Officer Tonner’s sort anyway. Jude resisted, naturally. He escaped her clutches only barely, by running. Like a coward. And she escaped the policewoman by playing innocent. She’s still on her tail though, damn dog. It’ll be a long time before she’d rid of her, but she knows better than to run. Oh, he doesn’t know what any of that means, does he? Oh he really doesn’t, how sweet. Just a little baby archivist- she was going to kill him after this. But watching him stumble into his own ruin will be so much more fun.

She sends him on his way with a burn.

Martin is terrified, he genuinely tries to quit. Almost manages it before his computer shuts off. The others try too, and then they all have a lovely freak-out together.

They decide to try and talk to Detective Tonner, which proves easy. She’s the partner of the one who’s been interviewing them. She comes to the institute, and they ask her about Jon. She tells them they believed he was responsible for killing Gertrude, seeing as he was next in line. Martin accidentally Compels her into a statement, and then into admitting she's mostly just saying he killed her because dead men don’t put up fights.

She threatens him right then and there, though Basira comes in and intervenes before anything happens. He files a dispute with the station, and avoids the police after that.

Basira brings him some of the tapes, she says it’s an apology. He’s pretty sure she’s just trying to get him to drop the dispute in the weirdest way possible. He does learn some about Gertrude though, and through her what he’s dealing with. And something about an ‘unknowing’

A man named peter Lukas visits the institute, one of the doners. Elias says he wants to see how the archive runs, Lukas says a few choice words about it. And Martin tells him in the most polite of terms to shove off. Lukas threatens him, and very briefly makes him forget everyone he’s ever loved. And then tells him he got off lucky, and that Elias should have picked a better archivist. You can hardly trust someone so childish to run something as important as this now can you.

Daisy visits him in his home, and threatens him in much more physical terms now. She tells him if he tries to do what he did to her again he’ll get more than a scar.

After that it’s a bit unclear how he gets marked by the next two (Curruption, Stranger.) but he does.

There’s a delivery, a few weeks after the stranger mark. It’s not supernatural in any sense, just a young woman dropping off a small box in the archivists office. She says her name is Georgie, and no, she doesn’t know what’s in the box. She just had an old friend tell her to deliver it if he didn’t check in after a bit. Then she found out he died on the news, and then she hadn’t wanted to deliver them- clearly whatever was in the box was going to get someone killed. And she wasn’t scared of it, she wasn’t one for fear, but the thought of putting anyone in danger made her skin crawl. But she didn’t want it in her house, and she refused to be haunted be this box forever. And there was no reason to defy the poor guys apparent final wishes- wait, why was she saying all this again?

In the box was tapes, a dozen or so of them. All addressed to ‘the next head archivist’

It’s Jon’s voice, on the tapes. Talking to who he apparently assumes to be an entire stranger, explaining the fears. And how Smirkes 14 wasn’t wrong, but wasn’t right either. It tells the next archivist to avoid eyes, paintings, doodles, abstract representations, and to keep playing dumb. There’s a lot out there, and the more you know the worse it gets. There’s no fighting, don’t struggle the nets already around you. There’s a way out, but you’re not going to like it.

It gives an odd image of Jon, the man who awkwardly tried to make small-talk int he break room, only to shuffle away after it fell flat. Carrying this world-ending secret on his shoulders. Stiff, awkward Jon. Grim, sad Jon. not so far apart but still so far outside of what Martin had known about him.

What had Martin known about him?

Tim decides to quit, Sasha stays. Elias hires Melanie. Who turns out to be another connection to Jon.

Melanie says he was kind of a prick, he belived her about her Sarah incident, but refused to give her library access. Probably because he was sexist, or maybe just a dickhead. She’d been trying to learn more about her encounter for ages. And this was finally her chance. They try to explain the way out but she won’t listen.

Martin starts following Gertrudes tapes, things about the unknowing have been popping up on his desk lately, and it sounds like Jon was right about an apocalypse. He goes to america, gets a bit kidnapped, and meets Gerry. He offers to help, and then asks about the unknowing. Gerry points him towards the storage locker. And when he gets back He and Sasha and Melanie check it out.

It’s mostly empty, apparently somewhat recently cleared out. Though in the corner there’s a large box of Tapes. There has to be dozens of them, and when they pres play it’s Jon. Talking to them. Except it’s not them, it’s another version of them, and something this version.

And there’s another Jon to add to the mystery of a man he was. The jon on these tapes isn’t stiffly awkward or forcedly professional. He’s open, sad. He cries, he laughs at memories they don’t have. He apologizes, a lot. Too much really. He talks about time travel, about forgetting faces and losing friends.

“Sometimes I-I think- I can’t help but be a bit... upset. At how unfair it all is. You’re all happy and laughing and together and i’m-

i’m alone.

I suppose it must be some sort of- cosmic Karma, I doomed the world so in this new one bright an new I pay my penance in isolation.

Or maybe it’s the other way around. I doom the world- suffer its horrors, and get a little bit of time to taste what humanity would be like.

Or maybe i’m just not that likable without an apocalypse.

Probably says a lot about me either way.

Is it bad that I- I sometimes consider letting things play their course? W-without any of you dying of course I just... I suppose it is bad, to want to end the world because you’re lonely. Just because i’m a bit sad doesn’t mean the planet should suffer, no... maybe i’ll try and reconnect with Georgie, it’s been... well. No. Perhaps best not.”

Sasha says that if she knew she would have at least brought him out for drinks or something.

But they did sort-of know didn’t they? Not about the apocalypse, but about the loneliness. After all, nobody chats so awkwardly in the break room because they have a thriving social life.

“I’m going to kill Nikola tonight- i’m not going to die. I’m not. I didn’t die last time, a-and there’s no reason for that to change. T-there isn’t. I’m going to try and be a safe distance from the blast this time, too. But... Well, it’s not like I have anyone to miss me if I do go.

I suppose... Martin, if you’re listening to this- I... I miss you. You always did say I should be more open with my feelings, and it’s weird. To miss someone who’s right there. T-to look at a face and see a friend and a stranger. To love someone you’ve known for years who doesn’t even really know who you are.

It’s all very stranger, ironic really. Considering what i’m about to do.

I love you, and I miss you. I know you’re not listening, even if I did die you’ve probably long since quit. I hope you’re happy, whatever you’re doing. Happy and safe. All of you.

And maybe you are listening, maybe... maybe we do become friends, maybe you actually choose to talk to me someday. Maybe I tell you about all of this and... And you don’t think i’m mad. Maybe you let me take you out to dinner and we’d be together again. We’d never be like before- not that that’s a bad thing what with the eldritch horrors. There’d be bits missing, memories we don’t share- but, it would still be you... It’s always been you, I think. And maybe I've decided to give this to you as some sort of silly romantic gesture.

A-and in that case. I love you, Martin Blackwood. More than you’ll ever know.

[HE SIGHS]

When I come back, i’m recording over this.”

[CLICK]

But he didn’t come back. He died that night. He died loving Martin, who never even really knew him beyond passing awkward conversation. Martin doesn’t know how to feel about it, besides guilty that is.

The tapes point them towards Georgie Barker, the woman who delivered the other set to the archives.

Georgie doesn’t really want anything to do with them, she knows whatever they’re stewing in got Jon killed. But she tells them about her encounter with The End, though she’s tetchy afterwards. Martins finally starting to understand this whole compelling business and is feeling pretty sorry about it. He redirects, he starts to ask about Jon. Who he was, really. What she knew he was like.

They talk, Martins curiosity is part Eye and part knowing that someone loved him, really, really loved him. And feeling like he missed out, like he skipped a train he hadn’t known was there. And wanting to know what kind of person would- could love him the way Jon did. And why that kind of person could end the world.

They talk, Georgie explains why they broke up (clashing ideals, he didn’t believe in the supernatural and her trauma was so inherently tied to it. He was a sleep-clinger and she kicked when she dreamed) And why it took so long for them to break up (Jon was funny once you learned to get his jokes, the Admiral loved him, he had a weird way of caring that was really sweet) they talk about things, Georgie lets him hang out with her as long as he promises to keep the supernatural out of their conversations. And how is Melanie doing by the way?

Sasha has a hard time splitting her time in the archive and helping Tim. He can manage himself of course but it’s hard knowing he’s sitting in her flat alone, he’s getting back into publishing though. Sleeping easier now he knows that not only is he free of the eye, but Jon very much killed the thing that killed Danny. He only wishes he could have been the one to pull the trigger. Sasha is getting more involved though, the eye has it’s own grip on her.

They finally confront Elias. They know it won’t do any good, Jons tapes explained what he was, who he was. But they’re frustrated. Low on options. Jon never really explained what the apocalypse was- if Martins learned anything from the other tapes it’s probably because he forgot, thought he did somewhere and didn’t.

Elias isn’t entirely surprised that they’ve figured it out, he knew something was going on. Though he wasn’t quite sure what. He claims he knows what oncoming apocalypse Jon was talking about, and that he was likely underestimating the amount.

He sends them to Ny-Ålesund. And Martin views the black sun. Gets briefly taken hostage by Manuela. And gets “saved” by a man who pops out of a door to stab her.

He says his name is Micheal, and he’s not there to help. He does his whole distortion bit, confuses them. Stabs Martin when he tries to take his statement. Says he was going to kill him, but what happens next might be much better than death. And leaves after stating that he’s very excited to watch how the rest of this plays out.

They go back to the institute, and Elias says he must have been wrong. Oopsie. Anyway the web is planning a ritual you should go check out the spooky house from all these statements.

They meet Annabelle in person, Martin gets marked by the web.

This continues on for the end the slaughter and the buried. They finally confront Elias again about these wild goose chases, he claims innocence but he’s done it enough times they don’t believe him. They stop trusting Elias. Not that they ever really did, but they stop listening to him.

Melanie isn’t as angry as she was. Though she is still angry. She didn’t go to india so no ghost bullet, but she’s still trapped. Though she knows how to quit, it’s been a scary idea. But the longer she stays the more she realizes how low she is on options. So she quits.

Martin is angry, he’s exhausted, he’s confused. Nothing makes sense. And another one of Elias’s goddamn doners is visiting. A weird old man who, when he shakes his hand, makes him feel like he just dropped off a rollercoaster at a million miles into empty nothingness. He laughs when Martins regained himself, and says that that tricks better than a buzzer every time.

He visits Georgie again, he’s thinking about quitting. But he can’t figure out what the apocalypse he’s supposed to stop is, because according to Jon it’s pretty bad. And he’s the one who can stop, or maybe start, it. But he doesn’t know what it is.

He talks to Georgie about Jon some more, it’s funny, to grieve a man you already knew. Except four years too late. There’s a sort-of helpless frustration to it, every time he talks about Jon he wishes he could be learning this first-hand. Not from someone who hadn’t spoken to him in years before this.

He also finds himself glued to the tapes, he can relate, in a way. To Jons loneliness. To have a person so, so close but so far away. He wishes he could meet the Jon on the tapes now. Then neither of them would have to be lonely. But Jon is dead. And Martin... Martin might love Jon. Jon, who died years ago. A dead man who apparently loved him enough to consider ending the world for the chance to have a real conversation with him.

He goes back to work, frustrated and so, so lost. A million questions that genuinely can’t be answered. There’s a fresh statement on his desk. It’s a statement of Jonah Magnus, regarding stopping the apocalypse.

Certainly a goddamn roundabout way of giving Martin information, but he’ll take it.

He reads the statement.

The world ends.

Sasha, Tim, Melanie, and Georgie all get their own domains. And wander free in the hills of suffering. Martin is alone, well and truly alone. He ended the world, because he was too stupid and sad to read a few extra paragraphs before starting the tape.

But Jon went back, didn’t he? He went back in time and stopped this once. Maybe Martin can too. Maybe he can stop the flesh from attacking, maybe he can stop Melanie from joining the institute. Maybe he can meet the real Jon.

He goes back, he does it. Nobody remembers but him.

Nobody remembers but him.

And things keep happening he can’t have predicted.

Worms, Sasha is gone, Gertrude. It’s all wrong. And Jon isn’t the Jon he knew, he doesn’t know Martin, he doesn’t even like Martin. Nobody is the person he knew before.

He is alone. And things keep happening he can’t have predicted, worms tables and paranoia. He starts recording. Trying to follow in Jon’s footsteps and leave information behind, easier to access this time of course. In his flat, and he’ll have the key sent to the archives if something goes wrong. He’ll record until Jon trusts him enough to believe him, Maybe he’ll even stop him before it’s too late and he’ll never need to find out what happened at all. Maybe he can't get close as he was to everyone, but he can keep them safe.

He doesn’t get to finish his recordings, he wasn’t careful enough. Jonah catches wind and half the tapes are destroyed when he dies in a mysterious housefire. But what’s left does get delivered to the archives.

And the cycle continues.

#jonmartin #the magnus archives #tma #angst #writing #ghostly scribbles #Tma is a tragedy and so is this #not a proper fic more like a really weird outline

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thewickedkings · 4 years

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jurdan7 said:

- “I don’t deserve you. I never did.”~~~ jurdan pls💕from the angsty prompts dialogue for the 600 follower celebration! Congrats luv!!! I can’t wait to see what you come up with💖

Thank you so much for the prompt!! I had a lot of fun writing this, especially for my first time writing in the canon-verse. Title is based off a random song called Misery by Michigander that came on my recommended and I kept replaying while I wrote this. I just have to say though... this is very, very angsty. Read at your own risk.

Jude rubs her eyes, picking up her pen to respond to another of the many inquiries piled up on her desk. She knows she should go to bed, but she finds herself purposefully delaying herself yet again.

In the few months that have passed since her official coronation, she has found that she almost prefers being the seneschal, where she didn’t have to hide behind the guise of formality. Being Queen comes with many responsibilities, from coordinating diplomatic relations and hosting formal banquets. But recently, there is one responsibility that is weighing her down the most, that is keeping her hiding behind stacks of paperwork avoiding her problems.

After two more letters, Jude stacks them neatly in a pile to go over with Cardan later and resigns herself to return to her room. It is late in Faerie; sunlight streams through the windows, and most Fae would already be in bed.

She silently pushes open the door to their shared chambers. The room is dark, drapes covering the windows, except for a single lantern burning softly on the side table. She slips off her gown and changes into her night clothes and turns to their bed, expecting Cardan to be fast asleep. Instead, she finds him sitting up with a book in his lap, shirtless and with his dark curls mussed, as if he’s been running his hands through them. Even in the dim light, she can see the exhaustion lining his face, the shadows lingering beneath his eyes.

“Ah, so my wife finally decides to join me.”

Her heart sinks. She responds with a forced smile, and slides beneath the sheets, turning her back to Cardan. She knows he’s going to ask her questions she won’t know how to answer. She still doesn’t know how to do this, how to talk to him, tell him what’s on her mind. She knows she should, but fear gnaws in her chest at the thought.

He grasps her arm gently, turning her around to face him. He scoots down in the bed until he’s lying next to her. His eyes scan over her face in the faint light, brows furrowed, trying to puzzle her out. She shuts her eyes against the concern in his gaze, willing herself to keep her expression neutral. To blot out the whispers that had been making their way through castle and worming their way through her thoughts, making her second guess this wondrous thing between them. “Where are you right now?” he murmurs softly.

It’s too intimate, the way he’s looking at her, laying on his side in the faint candlelight. Despite their progress over the last few months, she still finds her armor flaring up. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

Cardan sits up, and she falters at the coldness in his expression. “No, you’re not.”

“What?”

He grits his teeth. “You’ve been distant. You’re not talking to me.”

“Cardan, that’s not-“

He cuts her off. “Don’t tell me I’m making this up. Your visits to the mortal world are getting longer and longer and you’re shutting me out. You wait until after I’m asleep to come to bed. You don’t-” He clenches his fists. “You don’t smile at me like you used to. I feel you going away.”

Jude knows him well enough to see that his cold exterior is covering a deep hurt. And yet she cannot tell him the truth. She cannot tell him about what she’s heard, the people wondering whether if there will be an heir, and most of all, wondering if the King would settle for a half-mortal heir. “I’m not shutting you out.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

She hugs her arms around herself, and Cardan’s voice softens. “You can tell me what is bothering you. I will be here with you, no matter the case.”

She sits up, avoiding his gaze. “Nothing’s wrong.”

He stiffens. “No matter what you may think, I am not stupid, Jude.”

Guilt hits her like a tidal wave. She’s hurting him, but she doesn’t know how to fix this. She tries to think, but her thoughts are muddled. “I don’t think you’re stupid. You know that.”

“Right now, I feel as though I am.”

She squeezes her eyes shut. “Cardan, I can’t do this right now.”

She immediately feels his anger. “Then when, Jude? Tell me. You can’t keep avoiding this, avoiding me, forever.”

Panic fills her body, and she knows if she doesn’t leave right now, this will get worse. She stands up from the bed and walks towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Cardan’s voice is hard.

“I’m going to visit Oak and Vivi.”

Cardan gets up and moves to block the door, his voice betraying an edge of panic. “You can’t leave like this.”

“What is it Jude?” When she avoids his gaze, he pauses. “Is it really so bad you’re going to leave? What did I do?”

“You didn’t do anything Cardan.” She knows he won’t give up, so she lies. “I just- I need a break from all this.” She gestures her hand in the air.

Cardan rears back as if she struck him. When he responds, his voice is brittle, edged in steel. “A break. I see.”

Crap, she’s ruining this. She leans towards him. “Cardan-”

“If you need to go, then don’t let me stop you.”

“Cardan, wait.”

He steps back from her. “No, you’re right.�� He laughs humorlessly. “I don’t deserve you. I never did. And I know that, Jude. I know you could walk away from me right this second and there would be nothing I could do about it.”

He pauses. “My biggest fear, Jude, is that I will wake up and you will be gone again, that you will realize how much better you can do than me. And it would tear my heart out of my chest. But if you need a break from this, from me,” he spits out, “I won’t stop you.”

Jude’s heart is bleeding, bleeding for the pain she’s causing him. Her words are stuck in her throat. She stumbles towards him, but he pulls away, again.

“Cardan, no,” she chokes out. “I was going to come back. I want to be here. With you.”

“Then tell me,” he says, not a demand but a plea. “Tell me what is wrong.”

She swallows, looking at the floor. “I can’t.”

He pulls away from her, eyes going vacant. “Then go. Leave.”

“What?” she whispers.

He turns his back on her, as if he can’t stand to look at her any longer. “Take your break. Come back if you’re ready to tell me the truth.”

Later, when Vivi opens the door to her apartment to see Jude, eyes rimmed with red and a small bag slung over her shoulder, she sighs and steps back, letting her in.

~~~

Part Two is now posted here :)

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clockworkgraystairs · 4 years

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You got me trippin | Jurdan one-shot

Rating: T

Summary: Cardan takes care of his girlfriend after she injures her ankle. Rain and cuddles, that's it. One-shot.

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“Jesus fucking Christ, be careful!!” She hissed for the second time glaring at him. He was currently focused on the bandage coiling around her ankle. He had been checking on it for the last ten minutes, adjusting and tightening the thing until she cursed and threatened to send him to sleep on the couch.

He chuckled. His stubborn Jude, always throwing daggers at people at the smallest inconvenience. Unfortunately for her, it only made him want to tease her even more. “Maybe if someone hadn’t been running around, she wouldn’t have sprained her ankle and we wouldn’t be here.”

“Ok first of all I wasn’t running around, those damned imps were chasing the cat and someone needed to stop them.” Jude groaned laying back on the couch. “Second of all, it wasn’t my fault that the floor was all wet because some god decided it was a nice moment to send a storm.”

“Those imps as you call them are your students, love.” He said, finally leaving her poor limb alone and tugging it back under the fluffy blanket. “And that kitten was scared, you can’t really blame him.”

Cardan couldn’t help the grin that left his face as Jude squinted at said cat, now dry and comfortably sleeping on the opposite couch. Besides, he was no fool. The real reason she was so pissed had less to do with her kindergarten kids making a mess or his choice to take the animal with them, and more with the embarrassment of falling in front of the entire group.

While he liked to keep his students inside reading fairy-tales or drawing, Jude preferred taking hers out to the front yard to do all kinds of activities. The children adored her, even when she was kind of scary sometimes. As for Cardan, he loved to watch her from the window. Her energy, her spirit. It was hypnotizing.

The day before though, a storm took Jude’s group by surprise in the middle of a class, forcing them to hide under a dome and wait for it to be over. It all happened too quickly. A thunder roared, making the windows tremble. A stray cat, visibly terrified, ran across the yard looking for shelter. Three children bolted behind it, yelling something Cardan couldn’t understand. In less than a second Jude had hurried behind them urging them to return. Somehow, she missed a hole on the ground that was covered by the rain.

Even behind a window and the sound of the rain, his heart missed a beat as he faintly heard Jude’s scream as her foot twisted and she fell. He was only half-aware of his voice telling his students to remain on their seats before he ran out of the classroom.

The doctor had sent her home for the rest of the week since her ankle was significantly injured. Some scars and bruises ran up her left arm, as she’d landed on top of it.

So here he was, taking care of his grumpy girlfriend who seemed incapable of staying still for more than two minutes. Cardan started to get up when Jude stopped him by tugging his sleeve.

“Why don’t you call the school and say you’re ill?” She pouted. “You can’t leave me alone with that beast.”

“I’m sure you’ll be safe. If it tries to set the place on fire though, call me.”

He had no intentions of returning back to the school, but the principal agreed to grant him a couple of days off to take care of Jude in exchange for helping him organize some documents they used for class. An easy task Cardan could finish at home. So he picked them up and returned to the apartment, just stopping a moment to buy some cookies Jude adored.

By the time he parked the car back at home it had started to rain again, barely giving him time to get inside before getting all soaked.

“Jude?” He called, taking off his wet coat and dropping it over a chair.

Cardan frowned at her lack of answer, walking to the living room and fighting to bite back a chuckle at the sight of her.

Curled adorably under the blanket and messy hair framing that face that filled him with so much peace, Jude rested in the same spot he’d left her, except she was now deeply asleep. The kitten tucked in the crook of her neck. So much for a wild beast, he thought.

Taking off his shoes and not bothering to turn on the lights, he slid into the narrow space between her back and the couch and held her tenderly. He cooed as he felt her shift, burying his nose in the wild curls. She was warm and the scent of her violet soap covered her skin. The raindrops hit the window in an almost rhythmic pace.

After a few minutes Jude mumbled his name, barely awake. The cat protested as she turned her head to him. “I was ambushed by the monster.” He grinned at the grogginess in her voice.

“I can see that.” Trying to be as gentle as possible, he moved the little creature to the hollow spot between their feet where it immediately returned to sleep. Taking advantage of the free spot, Cardan caressed the skin of her neck with his nose. “Maybe I envy him just a little.”

She flashed him a teasing smile, fully turning so she could face him with still hooded eyes. He didn’t miss the small wince that crossed her face. “Do you now?”

He nodded before surveying her, frowning. “How are you feeling? Does it still hurt?”

Jude shrugged, “Only a little. It’ll pass.”

Cardan sighed, circling her with his arms again. “I’ll be here… Making sure you don’t attempt to follow another cat to the top of the building or something.”

She nudged him with a scoff. “Why don’t you make sure to tell your jokes when your throat is not at my hand’s reach?”

“Kinky.” he purred over her mouth, pressing their bodies tighter before taking her lower lip between his teeth, letting it go before she could deepen the kiss. “But as tempting as your hands around my neck might be, you need to rest.”

“I’ve been resting the whole day.” She whined, letting her head fall back on the pillow. Her eyes tell another story though, starting to close again.

Taking the blanket to cover them both, he cupped her cheek with a hand, pressing a kiss to her brow. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Now go to sleep, wife.”

“Wife, huh?” Jude breathed, her voice almost unintelligible “You missed a step there.”

“Did I? My sleep deprived mind is probably playing tricks on me.”

She grinned a little but didn’t answer back, her breathing evened.

Maybe he was just getting ahead of things. Or maybe not, since a small ring had spent already a month hidden on top of a shelf Jude couldn’t reach. Waiting.

Cardan wasn’t so sure yet of what the right moment would be, he’d spent so much of his life surrounded by uncertainty. But looking at her in his arms, all disheveled and with pillow lines on her cheek, he knew there was no way he wished to be elsewhere.

As rain thickened outside, he laid his head next to hers and caressed her cheek again, “Marry me, Jude Duarte.”

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courtofjurdan · 4 years

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Congrats on 300 luv!! Can I request 72. “You deserve so much better.”~ for jurdan pls🥺🥺🥺

Thanks so much for requesting!!!

part 2

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Jude’s insecurities is what hinders her the most. The thoughts that she’s not good enough, pretty enough compared to the folk. She’ll break down her walls for Cardan then the insecurities will whisper in her ear and tell her lies that make her build her walls back up.

This is the never ending cycle. It’s how it always goes. And she hates it. She feels like she lets Cardan down every time. He knows what she’s doing, he knows the steps she takes. He just wishes he knew the thoughts she thinks.

If he tries to ask her about it, she automatically tells him nothing is wrong and she’s good or that she will get over whatever thing is bothering her so it’s nothing of his concern. But Cardan knows there’s more to it than she is letting on.

Cardan finds Jude in their room sitting on the edge of their massive bed. She looks distant, empty if he must admit. She doesn’t even acknowledge that he walked in the door.

He carefully and calmly goes up to her and kneels in front of her. “Jude, dear, what’s on your mind?”

She looks at him with heavy eyes. It’s like whatever is bothering her is bothering her sleep if the dark circles under her eyes tells anything.

“I can’t, Cardan.” Her voice broke at his name.

It cracked Cardan’s heart to see her like this. They have been together for three years and Jude has not shown emotion like this before. She hasn’t shown this vulnerability before. And to be honest, Cardan is not sure what to do.

“Can’t what, sweetheart?”

She looked at him with a silver lining in her eyes. “I can’t be what you need me to be.”

Cardan is very confused. Where is this coming from? “What do you mean?”

She looked at him in aggravation. “Cardan, you deserve so much better. Look at me. I’m just a mortal girl set with high expectations. I can’t be who you need me to be. I’m fragile. Just a stupid, mortal girl. That’s it. Nothing else. Nothing better.”

Cardan was baffled. Jude, his Jude with all this doubt. With all this fear, if he may say.

“Jude, you’re all that I want. You’re not stupid, you’re my whole world. It’s me, Jude, that should be telling you that you deserve better. Why do you think this, darling?”

Tears were running down her cheeks now. Cardan has rarely seen Jude with tears. He really doesn’t know what’s happening.

“Why do you want me? In sixty years I’m going to die so why put all the effort into loving me if you’re just going to lose me in the end and forget me.”

Cardan stood before her. She saw the hurt flash through his eyes. He doesn’t like talking about this. It reminds him of how short mortal life really is.

When he didn’t say anything, she continued, “See, you don’t even know what to say. That’s a burden that ways down on you everyday, isn’t it? Just knowing you won’t have me forever. You deserve someone who will be with you for eternity not someone who is going to die and leave her husband and chi- I’m mean husband behind. It’s not fair.”

Cardan was starting to get mad, “Jude, stop. Just stop. This is a bunch of bull. Stop telling herself this. Yes I may live longer but don’t think when you’re gone that I will forget you. I will never forget you. You make my life light up in the darkness. You make my whole world spin.” Cardan stopped to think for a second. “You stuttered. You never stutter, what were you going to say?”

She let out a groan. “Nothing Cardan, absolutely nothing.”

Cardan stared at her. Contemplating what to do now. How to help. He decided to give her some time to think.

“Okay, I’m going to go get a bath. I want to finish this conversation after I’m done.” He turned and went leaving a very emotional Jude sitting now on the bed.

He stepped in the bathing chamber and leaned against the door, taking deep breaths. What in the world was going on? Where’s Jude and what happened to her? He shakes his head trying to get the look that was on Jude’s face out of his head.

She’s only 22. She has many more years. And who knows as long as she stays in Elfhame and doesn’t age, she won’t die. Cardan’s thoughts were wild. He hates thinking of these things. Hates counting down the days. But when his queen wants to bring stuff up like this, he can’t help it.

He decides to start his own bath tonight, having the servants leave for right now. He sees if he can hear anything from their bedroom but everything is silent. Almost like she never moved. But once he finishes his bath, he walks out to the room in his pajamas, which is absolutely nothing, and sees Jude asleep with tear stained cheeks.

It breaks his heart. He just wants to help her but she only wants to give half a story and make everyone figure out the rest of it. She literally carries the weight of a kingdom on her shoulders, with Cardan of course, and when she adds more stress to herself on top of the kingdom’s, this is how she acts but now it’s like tenfold worse than usual. This must be bothering her really bad.

Cardan decides to let her sleep, and finish the conversation in the morning. He gets in bed behind her, kisses her forehead, and wraps his long arms around her small, muscular frame. She looks so peaceful in sleep. Almost like a child. He just wishes it could stay that way for her.

He gets up the next morning to an empty bed. He sighs, loudly knowing Jude is probably somewhere in the chamber.

He sits up ready to look for her. He goes to the sitting room, not there. He goes to the closet, not there. He goes to the bathing chamber and sees her sitting on the floor.

“Jude, dear, are you okay?”

She looks up at him with a sarcastic smile, “me okay? Yes, I’m fine. Just great.”

Cardan closes his eyes. “Jude tell me what’s bothering you? Or did something happen?”

She stays silent. Cardan goes and sits on the floor with her. She looks up at him with that empty look that he despises, “Cardan, tell me that you hate me.”

He narrows his eyes, “Excuse me?”

“Tell. Me. You. Hate. Me.”

He looks back with hurt seeable in his eyes, “Jude I thought we are past this. I can’t say it for it will not be true. I love you with everything I have.”

Jude pounds her fist on the floor. Before she can do it again, Cardan grabs her hand. He then takes his own hands and cups her cheeks. “Why are you so mad, darling?”

“I keep on creating problems for you.” She looks down at yourself. “Who really wants this mess of a person.” She was talking about herself. “I’m stubborn, I get mad easily, I’m stuck-up. I’m unfriendly. What do you see in me that you like?”

“Jude, I like you because of all perfect imperfections. I’ve seen you grow so much as a person these past three years and you amaze me everyday.”

When Jude didn’t reply back, Cardan calmly asked, “What problem did you make?”

Jude stood up. She was already dressed and ready for the day even though the sun was just beginning to set. Sleeping for her was as unnecessary as living in the past.

She stood up and turned to him, “I’m pregnant, Cardan. Now I just made another burden for you to have on your shoulders. And not only that. In the end I don’t just let you down, I let our child down too…”

She walked out of the bathing chamber, into their bedroom and Cardan heard the door to their room open and close.

He couldn’t move. Jude is pregnant. He is going to be a father. That makes sense why Jude was so emotional. She thinks he would be mad or upset. His heart breaks for her while his thoughts are running through his head. But little does she know, this is some of the best news he has ever heard. The best so-called “burden” to have.

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asking-jude · 3 years

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I could really use some advice, but first some background info. My parents fell on hard times (I was living at home while in collage btw I'm 22) and are staying with friends and I'm at my grandma's. So here the thing my boyfriend wants us to get a apartment together. My boyfriend is really supportive of me. He even said my parents could stay come stay with us till they get back on their feet. I talked to my parents about it and my dad called me a lier because I told him that I would stay home till I graduate. He's making it seem like I'm in the wrong. My boyfriend and a few other people say that my dad treats me wrong but I don't see it pls help.

Hi there,

Thank you for reaching out to Asking Jude. What you are going through sounds stressful, so take some time to relax and think about what it is that you want to do. Do you want to move in with your boyfriend? If the answer to this question is yes, then your next step will be to talk to your parents. There is no easy way to tell your parents that you are moving out. No matter what kind of relationship you have with your folks, the news of your move will undoubtedly lead to an explosion of emotions. Make sure you find the right time to have a conversation with them. Sit them down and let them know how you feel. Opening up to them will allow you to earn their trust. They are more likely to listen to you and your explanation when you start the conversation. I suggest you sit down with your parents and let them know how you feel. Share your plans with them. I suggest you be completely honest and tell your parents everything in hopes they understand. Your parents will be worried that you’re not ready to live on your own, will be concerned about your safety and well-being, will not trust your judgment and abilities, and, above all, will miss you terribly. Therefore, be very careful and very diplomatic when telling your mom and dad about your plan to move out – convince them that it’s the right step to take, that everything will be all right, that you’ll be fine on your own, and that you’ll still love them even if you live far away. Above all, explain to them that you are capable of making the right decisions and that you want their support.

Talking and expressing your feelings is the best way to convince them. If they still do not accept what you want, I suggest you give it some time and see if they soften. Tell them that you and your boyfriend would love to have them over until things get better. If they do not support you or if you feel abused in any kind of way, make sure to seek help by talking to your counselor and receiving professional help. Your safety is the main concern, therefore try to seek help if you feel like you are in an abusive environment. Finally, it is your life and you have the right to make your own decisions. You can try your best to convince them and hope they accept your relationship.

Below are some helpful resources:

- https://medium.com/the-partnered-pen/how-to-open-a-conversation-with-your-parents-about-moving-out-e2ad644be4e3

- https://lifestyle.allwomenstalk.com/ways-to-tell-your-parents-youre-moving-out/

- https://www.wikihow.com/Open-Up-to-Your-Parents#:~:text=If%20you're%20wondering%20how,with%20them%20in%20the%20future.

Hope this helps,

Srija

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plounce · 4 years

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tma fic recs? i went into ao3 and it was a mess

yeah it’s been slow-going for me too because of the amount of freak shit people post/have posted, as well as the fact that a lot of the high-kudos’d jm fics are from before s4 really ramped up their relationship development. and i’ve found i can get pretty picky about martin’s characterization. here’s a couple i’ve read and liked

(now with a read more because it’s gotten long) (updated 2/15/20)

the umbrella (4.6k) - mag160 fixit, probably my favorite fixit so far. includes canon-level non-graphic blinding. but it has a happy ending. it’s tma, i don’t need things to be light and fluffy all the time, i’m good with canon level darkness yk? as long as there’s a happy ending and the gays’ love for each other is pure.

feel the done days and you’re pulling through (1.8k) - jon deprogramming from being an avatar. living a very domestic and idyllic life. it’s adorable

all resistance wearing thin (4.7k) - ok this is the ONLY web!martin concept ive ever liked. bc it doesn’t make martin a crazy villain hes still himself and hes just NICE he LOVES people (aka jon). and we all like to indulge in a bit of mutually obsessive love. happy ending :)

some invitation of light (4k) - i love the joke that “martin is proof that playing hard to get works,” and this fic is in line with that. i’m picky about jealousy in fics but this one was enjoyable

ways to save the world (19.3k) - oooooogh urghhhhh jon gets trapped in the lonely and martin communicates to him through passages of poetry… im a total sucker for epistolary fics and this one was so GOOD

above all shadows (4.3k) - canon divergent from s4, written before the finale. very fairytale esque. theres some paragraphs in this that made me go HAM

catch and release (2.3k) - pre canon divergence au where theyre both avatars being spooky and doing a back and forth. martin is full lonely and jon got RAISED BY SPIDERS. somewhat edgy but in a fun way. we love creepy shit

agate, amber, amethyst (994) - short sweet and soppy. magpie jon is so utterly charming to me.

reciprocity (1.9k) - short and sweet caretaking stuff. both these bitches need to sleep.

always a reason (1.7k) - we love jon taking care of martin!! as he deserves!

pl: nuclei; but you only need one, anyway. (1.1k) - s3 phone calls with jon asking martin for research help. timezones. jon trying to stretch those “i care about you” muscles

1. can’t be helped (5.3k) 2. rituals (8.4k) - two fics in a series. very monster boyfriend. the first is martin losing his emotions to the lonely. the second is martin getting them back, but jon has been subsumed by The Archivist, which is figuring out what martin means to it. there was a moment in the second that made me go a little whoa hey! it was the archivist compelling martin. but it wasn’t anywhere near enough to make me stop reading. they were good, heartrending reads.

misshapes, mistakes, monsters (7.9k) - jon takes martin as his plus one to an oxford reunion. an enjoyable read, along with an almost cartoonishly villainous posh man. pining! “it’s nice to feel like i’m something worth protecting” arrrghhhh

small things, simple acts (6.6k) - post-159 fic. bookmarked this one! because they LOVE each other and TRY SO HARD for each other!!!! jon buys martin a stuffed cow because he saw martin looking at it and theyre TRYING for it. “There are a lot of things that Jon can’t give him, like safety or a normal life. But he can absolutely get him a stuffed toy just because he looks like he wants it.”

i’m almost me again, you’re almost you (12.9k) - you know when you try to feel feelings and it’s like touching a hot stove? that’s what martin does this whole fic as he’s recovering from the lonely and jon is being so achingly sweet and good with him, but martin can’t 1. deal with it just yet 2. believe that jon loves him back. post-159 fic. god. READING it felt like touching a hot stove, or stepping into warm bathwater with cold feet. jesus christ. excellent

fate, or something (107.8k) - this is that 100k blind date s1 canon divergence au, and i tried it out and i LOVED IT. martin has a spine! it’s just so sweet. they’re friends! martin works with melanie for ghost hunt uk! a great read. it’s that sloooowwww burn shit.

forever is composed of nows (5.9k) - jon meets martin (a single dad) and martin’s daughter (agnes! who had good writing for a child in a fanfiction) in the library and things grow from there. this fic is SO CUTE. it’s wonderful. i literally had to take breaks while reading it to make wild animal noises because i couldn’t deal with it. god. it’s so good. UGH (thanks to @infernallegaycy for the rec!)

and i won’t pray for an unfilled grave (5.9k) - daisy after coming out of the buried. daisira and daisy&melanie bonding. WOMENNNNN I LOVE WOMEN

hello my old heart (15.8k) - jess @thedistortion, the person who got me into tma and a dear pal, wrote this, and their brain is utterly huge and good. i love this so much. a deeply excellent post-159 fic that i would also say is pre-160. so many parts of this make me gasp and clutch my chest! but it also has an excellent realism to it. spiders that enrage me. please read.

yesterday is here (26.6k+, WIP) - post-canon jon and martin travel back in time and hang out with the pre-canon crew and attempt to make everything better. guaranteed happy ending. it’s so sweet watching jon be so kind and gentle and Better At People with his coworkers and make things right - and the s1 jon and martin fumble at seeing their extremely married and Knowing counterparts.

a measure outside the lines (22.9k) - i looove post-159 fics that show that martin hasn’t been completely severed from the lonely and still really struggles with it. this one is EXCELLENT at it. there’s some moments in this one that just made me totally ache because oh… oh martin. it’s so wonderful and has such excellent emotional catharsis

interlude (7.8k) - s3 au where georgie meets martin over facetime with jon! makes me wistful for the friendship they could have had without all the coping mechanisms in the way. the fond teasing is very cute. the pining! the banter! the slips of the tongue! very, very enjoyable.

skin deep (3.1k) - another s3 au where georgie meets martin on better terms - she calls him for help after jon’s meeting with jude (as jon’s locked himself in his room). the way jon leans on martin and lets him in and just… the way he behaves around him. very sweet.

bury my heart on the coals (3.6k+, WIP) - au where martin was one of gertrude’s assistants who is now a ghost haunting the archives. i’m enjoying how he’s so judgmental of jon and all the little signs of Haunting that jon and the assistants are experiencing.

nor any more youth or age than there is now (6.5k) - outsider pov of jon being a primary school teacher in scotland post 159!! so, so sweet. i LOVE outsider pov stories and this one is so good. jon using his powers to protect his students and displaying all that character growth he’s had… the glimpses of his domestic life with martin… it’s adorable. please check it out.

take sides in divided cells (3.4k) - in an idyllic domestic post-canon, martin’s father tries to reconnect with him. from jon’s pov, so it’s a lot of him worrying about martin and then being protective. oof! oof! emotional hurt/comfort.

pieces of you stuck on me (1.9k) - spy au. a little snapshot - i enjoy all the implied backstory going on. the thrill! the longing! the suspense! and i’m generally a sucker for spy aus, i’ll be real.

be kind, i beg you (14.9k) - post 159. oh this one is so achey… i love it. jon obsessing over “loved is past tense” and trying so hard to be Good to martin, while martin deals with mood swings from his recent emotional traumas. they try really hard and are very domestic, talk about gardening, and clean up the safehouse. LOVED THIS.

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