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mochiwrites · 1 year

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(tma) From a fanon standpoint, I completely understand why people ship jonmartin, but from a canon standpoint they don't really have many moments together? I'll admit I'm not completely through season 5, but the ship wiki didn't even mention season 5, so I'm just curious how the ship got so much hype?

anon in the nicest way possible... did we listen to the same podcast?

because holy FUCK there's a ton of important moments that they have together?? excluding s5. I won't touch on that season all that much since a) you're still in the middle of it and b) we're talking early game jmart.

we're gonna start with the Q&A bits. also I feel like I should preface. I'm still relatively new to the fandom (have only been here since end of september) and I may not know as much as someone who's been here longer. but with that out of the way, let's discuss jmart! putting this under a read more because this is gonna be an essay! (spoilers ahead for seasons 1-4)

the first thing we need to make explicitly clear is that the magnus archives is not a romance. it is a horror first and foremost.

but also in the same breath, we need to talk about how jmart even came to be. martin's crush on jon was planned from the very start, and through the series we start to see jon reciprocate martin's feelings. this was specifically addressed for the first time in the season 4 Q&A. to quote jonny exactly, "yes he reciprocates it -- it's a romance -- at least I have written it as a romance."

the incredibly important thing to note with tma is that the romance (with the exception of s5) is going to take a back seat in the story, because as said before, fundamentally tma is a horror podcast.

HOWEVER -- this doesn't mean that jon and martin don't have important scenes together. because they do. it isn't so much about the number of scenes they have together but more so the quality and importance of moments they have.

SEASON ONE

take for example the first real interaction we see between jon and martin. martin has just experienced a traumatic event and brought the physical evidence of said event right to his boss' face (the same boss that ridicules him and bashes his work). he fully expects jon to disregard everything that martin has just told him. but then. but then! jon is surprisingly understanding and almost soft with him. it's a reaction martin certainly wasn't expecting and you can hear it in his voice.

and then we get to the prentiss attack and we see jon and martin on the same level. we see them having this heart to heart discussion about why they're at the institute etc etc.

it's the first time we see them actually understanding one another, the first time we see jon and martin as themselves and not just the archivist and his assistant. we see them as human beings rather than their professions. they're put on the same level and I think that's incredibly important to high light here.

to finally top it all of with season one, we have the interview between jon and martin. jon is trying to slip back into his role, back into the position of the archivist, but martin isn't letting him. not entirely. one of the first few things out of his mouth are the words "are you okay?" and he's the ONLY one to ask jon about this. I checked. and then you see martin apologizing to jon for leaving him, and you can hear the struggle in jon's voice as he tries for something soft before attempting to slip into something more professional.

but the biggest piece to take away from these interactions is how martin cares. it's how he views jon right from the start and deems him someone to worry about. and when we end season one we find that there is no longer a a hierarchy between the two of them (besides occupational titles ofc), they are on the same level.

SEASON TWO

so we end season with jon and martin landing on the same level of respect for one another. they're fresh out of a traumatizing situation and back to work! aaaaand jon falls into a very deep pit of paranoia.

we have martin attempting to steer jon toward taking care of himself, inviting him to lunch, making him tea, etc etc. we see jon questioning if it's just a ploy for martin to get jon to lower his guard so he can kill him. but we see jon start to look at martin in a new light, which is important to note. we know that they begin to spend more time together as other characters comment on it.

this is most likely the point where jon started to develop a bit of his own crush really. because a) he's seeing martin in a completely different way than he did previously and b) martin is something consistent in how he never stops caring about jon, pushing him to take care of himself. it's kind of the point in the story where martin begins to take his place as jon's anchor.

and then jon finds martin's lovely little note. and he freaks out. he reads this note from martin that says "they can't find out I'm lying" and it's not. something jon wants to believe. he doesn't want to think that martin has been lying to him.

and when it comes time for him to confront martin about his lying, he doesn't handle it well. he finds out that trevor herbert is alive and oh would you look at that! martin was the one who told him that trevor was dead! and oh. martin lied to him.

and jon takes it personally! he finds out from martin that it was misunderstanding, and when martin calls him out, he snaps, "because you keep lying to me, martin!" it rings almost like jon is telling martin that he trusted him.

he forces the truth about martin's CV from him, and when he finds out that that's what martin was talking about in his note, he's relieved. he's so relieved that he smiles. martin is trustworthy. martin is safe. martin secures his position as jon's anchor.

SEASON THREE & FOUR

season 3 is the season that I like to call the pining season. it's pretty much the middle of the story, where both jon and martin are fully aware of their feelings. sure they may not have many scenes together, it's the fact that the scenes they do have together are important. and you can feel jmart's presence through both s3 & s4 whether they're in the same scene together or not. they're always thinking about one another.

martin's biggest thing throughout both seasons is a plea for jon to be safe.

jon's in need of an anchor to keep him connected to humanity in s3. and he is encouraged to seek out martin. in s4, jon echoes martin in his pleas for martin to be alright.

and of course you have a big moment in s3 where jon first returns to the archives after being kidnapped by the circus and martin is the one he runs into. and they have this conversation, one that is almost shy but still very much genuine. jon expresses concern for martin after hearing he's been reading statements, and martin worries over jon after his kidnapping.

then we get to season 4!!!!! and GOD WHAT A SEASON FOR JMART. obviously I don't have to touch on the whole scene with the two of them in the lonely. I don't have to touch on jon running to martin right after he finds a way to escape the institute so he could suggest that they run away together.

what I AM going to touch on is their presence in the season. season 4 is probably the season we see the least of jon and martin interacting with one another. HOWEVER, their presence is very strongly felt. martin is basically always on jon's mind in one way or another, and the same with martin. we may not see much of martin but his presence is absolutely there through jon. it feels like he's there because jon is always reaching for him in some way.

season 4 is where we see jon at his most vulnerable with martin. and we know for a fact that jon is martin's main motivator to accept peter's deal.

and then we have the coffin scene. jon thinks "ah yes my rib is a good anchor for finding my way out of the buried. this cannot go wrong in any way whatsoever." but the only reason daisy and jon even get out of the coffin is because of martin. he piles those tapes on top to pull jon out and it works. it was never the rib. it was the tapes. it was martin.

so admittedly, no jmart may not have as many moments as a canon couple would in say a tv show. but the magnus archives is a podcast. and it is a horror podcast. the romance between jon and martin has always taken a back seat for the main storyline. think of it as an A plot and B plot. the A plot is the main story, the B plot is jmart's relationship.

it's the fact that the scenes they have together are impactful on their characters and the trajectory of their character arcs. we as the listeners don't get the privilege to see every moment of their day to day life. so we need to make inferences, we need to fill in the gaps. it's on us to read between the lines and find the answer based on what's given to us in canon. canon does give us quite a bit to latch onto with jmart, we just have to pick it apart to find it.

and it’s not about the number of moments. it’s the quality of them.

but to answer your question in a simple matter, I think jmart gets so much hype because well... not to sound like a broken record, but tma is a horror story. it is a tragedy. yet despite that, there is love. there is love within a story of death and loss and the worst of "humanity". jon and martin's relationship is such a fundamental part of the story (even if it isn't the main focus). it's the fact that their love transcends the horrors and despite what jon and martin go through, they find some kind of comfort within one another.

I think they get a lot of hype because in the face of death and grief humans reach for love. for hope. and that is what jmart is in the story. they are each other's anchors, they are each other's reasons. and while it may not be at the forefront of the story line, we as the listeners know that their love for each other is the driving force behind their actions.

they get a lot of hype because they are human. and they love. sure they started off in a rocky way, but they grew close -- they learned about each other, began to care about each other. and through all of the horror they became each other's reasons for carrying on.

in a story full of despair and death, why wouldn't you latch on to that little spark of hope? of love?

#mochi speaks #tma #jmart #jonmartin #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO WRITE A WHOLE ESSAY #no I kinda did actually #you claimed they didn't have a lot of moments together #and I had to prove that it's more about the quality #because god damn were the jmart moments impactful as fuck #ANYWAYS HOPE THAT ANSWERED YOUR QUESTION LOL #I want to again preface I've only been in the fandom since the end of september

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rookfeatherrambles · 10 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hi," Martin breathed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jon."

"Martin~"

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

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

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

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

The siren arched an eyebrow. "Another kiss?"

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

"For a fish??"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is that a promise?"

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

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

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

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

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

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itchyeye · 1 year

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Ok I will say. Hot take here but i think JM in s5 is not MEANT to be healthy. I think that’s the whole entire point. It’s never portrayed as healthy; they spend the whole time bickering and arguing and not trusting each other and being so horrifically extremely codependent it’s pointed out BY ONE OF THE AVATARS, THE LITERAL HARVESTERS OF HORROR. I think making them dysfunctional is entirely the point. The last episodes they appear in together they’re arguing about jon becoming GOD, martin is very obviously against it, and jon simply decides he Does Not Care. And i mean, in the grand scheme of things? Jon, well, he’s correct! Doom one world and not millions of others. Martin isn’t portrayed as correct here- (in ‘checking out’, Jon says he knows martin is fine with the theoretical suffering of others, but when he actually SEES it then he’ll be horrified- same logic applies to his take on release the fears vs keep em in 199) all of them are just.. people. With opinions. Not really any of them good, or the standard, or healthy in the slightest. If you’re constantly bickering with your boyfriend about the morality of consuming other people’s terror, asking him to smite people you dislike, and practically insulting him at some points.. i don’t think that’s an intentionally healthy portrayal. Jmart is purposefully dysfunctional in canon, and I don’t think it’s bad writing because of it. And it goes both ways, too! Jon can be pretty mean to Martin throughout the pod!! He insults him behind his back to vent his frustrations about their relationship! Because, hey, loving each other isn’t enough, you’ve got to Actually Make It Work. And they can’t (won’t?) ever do the latter.

Actually, another hot take: not a single relationship exists in tma without extremely jagged or messed up edges. Even the canon ones, especially jmart. Because it’s a hORROR PODCAST.

…evil murder husbands JE, though? I get what you guys mean, tbh. That may be the exception to the above rule.

Same anon as before, i just wanted to add that none of that is from a place of frustration I just want to have a discussion about s5 jmart tbh. I feel like how unhealthy jm is isn’t spoken about in the context of ‘what if it’s intentional?’ Because a lottt of people just assume it’s bad writing when. No, no, i think jonny knows what a healthy relationship looks like, and this absolutely isn’t it (and that is pointed out in-canon)

Outside of my jmart Thoughts, I absolutely adore your writing!! How you DESCRIBE things just completely sticks me in the room in a way I don’t usually experience when reading fic. I sadly don’t really have any jonelias prompts floating around up in me noggin (for NOW), but i just wanted to say that. You’re super cool! I like seeing your stuff on my dash! Sorry i’m an anon, also; I fear people may come for me with fire and pitchforks if i were to use my main lmao. You’re really great at writing their dynamic!!

hey! thank you for sharing your thoughts. i'm not really a productive person to have this conversation with though because i haven't listened past MAG 166 (I have previously said multiple times that I never got past episode 4 of s5. turns out that's incorrect! the last episode i got to was The Worms, I misremembered it as 4 episodes because the first 2 episodes of s5 take place in Daisy's safehouse, so I was counting the number of statement episodes i listened to. they were extremely disappointing so they stuck with me. the jmart plays house episodes i just blacked out i guess as a defense mechanism.)

so, i really can't weigh in on what you've said here because i haven't experienced this season and i'm not going to. publishing both to respond and because maybe other people would like to have this conversation with you and it's clear you've put a lot of thought into this understanding of the text!

what i will say though is that i don't doubt that jonny sims knows what a healthy relationship looks like. i'm not pretending i know anything about him or his irl marriage (besides the crazy and immediate chemistry he and sasha have solely as disembodied voices) but he does write a lot of healthy relationships from his statement givers. people who love and care about each other in romantic, platonic, and familial ways that feel real and three dimensional.

but i'm actually totally uninterested in what sort of healthy relationships he can write, though. i don't seek out healthy relationships in my fiction lmao i seek out interesting ones. i don't want my blorbos to talk to one another like they're on the couch at couple's therapy.

my problem with jmart isn't that it's "unhealthy", it's that it's rewarded by the narrative. i'm supposed to believe that jon and martin randomly getting together in 158/9 is a culmination of their hard work. a reprieve from their suffering. finally, after all that horror, they can end up together. it's a reward for them! it's immediately taken away and that's supposed to be the tragedy. of having had a glimpse at happiness, or having closed your fingers around it, and then it being snatched away.

it's like, have you seen the descent (2005)? if you haven't i recommend it, it's one of my favorite movies. good buried statement. if you liked Lost Johns' Cave you'll love the descent (2005). i'm gonna spoil it for you now though, so sorry if you haven't seen it.

there's a scene near the end where our sole survivor sees daylight. she crawls for like a mile with broken limbs over sharp rocks and her hand breaches the surface. she escapes into the open air. she screams in the most primal, life affirming, animalistic way as she breaths lung full after lung full of fresh air. and then we snap back to reality and she is miles and miles beneath the earth, hallucinating her salvation.

it's really really affecting. it's such a gut punch. you think, huh, we're close to the end of our runtime, i've really come to care about this person. i'm so relieved that she's getting out. i'm experiencing her euphoria at finally escaping. and then it's all ripped away from you. it's incredible!!!

that's what 158 - 160 was supposed to be. jmart in their little scottish cabin with their little highland cows was the fresh air. except ,well, it didn't taste like fresh air to me! it felt like turning around 180* and crawling back into the dark. i think jon and martin are awful for one another but more than that: i don't believe that they find comfort in one another.

one of the chief draws of jon/elias is that elias is a reprieve for jon. he's the one person in his life who he is close to that doesn't hate him. that doesn't verbally abuse him as soon as he catches sight of him. he's also the person responsible for turning him into a monster but listen, you win some you lose some. every relationship has give and take. i: isolate you from everyone you know and drag you deeper into your paranoia. you: crawl to me for comfort only i can give you. romance!

i don't see the doomed romance that people who like jmart talk about because i don't see the two of them ever enjoying one another's company. i don't see anything that they have in common. i see them sort of hunker down as s1's sole survivors but even then, martin is pulling away from jon as hard as he can. we as the audience know this is because of peter, but basira tells jon it's because his mom died (??????) and he hates him too (?????).

so, i don't think that jmart is bad writing because it's supposed to be a great relationship and it's actually really unhealthy. i think jmart is bad writing because their plot arc hinges on me believing, despite 160 episodes giving ample evidence to the contrary, that they are in love with one another. maybe it's bad love, maybe it's a lie or an illusion or a veneer. whatever. i still need to believe (i the audience, the beholder in whose eye this is playing out) that they are in love. with one another.

and i honestly can't even picture them further than arm's length apart.

um also turning around to twirl my hair thank you SO much for your kind words about my writing D: i really appreciate that, it means a lot!!! i think it's obvious i care about this podcast a lot and i spend a lot of time thinking about it so thank you for sharing your thoughts with me and for reading my stuff. you are welcome here on or off anon, i'll also happily not publish things if you would like me not to publish them.

#[💌] asks and replies #anonymous

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screamingsquamousthings · 3 months

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obligatory jmart for the ask game

bonus if you feel like it: martin and tim or tim and sasha

(ignore how i forgot to answer this)

Ship It

What made you ship it?

GODDDDDDDDD where do I even start. Dude they're so well written, they're SO well written. I was rooting for them to get together since Jon first mentioned him (though that was probably because I was already aware they were canon, or at least a very popular ship) BUT OH MY GOD SEASON FOUR season four just perfectly developed their relationship. all that pining was CRAZY i have never before seen a pair of characters who know full well they're in love with each other and the feeling is very mutual but they still somehow manage to pine after each other for months its incredible

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

their dynamic is sooooo interesting, Jon's slow journey from hating Martin to growing to trust him to loving him was so great. Plus I loved that their relationship got a whole season to grow and develop after they got together, first kisses in the finale are nice and all but there are certain things you can only explore when your characters are already together and s5 has plenty of that. God they just love each other so much even after everything, they would never stop loving each other not in betrayal not in death just AURHDGHJGHDHGASGDUWHUIDGGAHHDHIWUgdhBBBHJDsjgHJDGAGhgndcbdsj

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

There's no way Jon realized he was in love with Martin before the last possible second. Blah blah he realized in season two blah blah it was somewhere in the middle of season three NO!!! He reached that conclusion like- THE DAY before the Unknowing and its devastating.

#tma spoilers

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samwise1548 · 1 year

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this is me asking you about tmagp is actually jmarts kids. i am asking for just any and all rambles you have rattling around. but also here are some more specific questions:

what are the kids’ names 👁👁….

what are their ages????

is this part of a somewhere else au? time travel perhaps? post-change or some other wacky circumstances?

do these kids work for the government

are the children the protagonists of your tmagp or are they an ever-present force driving the mcs up the wall

if this is time travel and this is their quest to jon to quit and meet martin under Normal Circumstances, who lets it slip that they’re their kids first, and how does that go over?

do these kids work for the government

and i am welcoming any and all other relevant ideas you may have. you have intrigued me

First off, thank you for this. I don't have too many thoughts right now cuz it was just meant to be a joke but then I actually designed the kids and got attached lol. So it might just turn into a fix it au. To answer your questions:

Adam (she/her) is 19, and Hadiya (they/them) is 14

It's meant to be a fix-it. In the case of Jon and Martin survive and end up somewhere else. After they've settled a bit, gotten married, and are finally comfortable they have two kids: Adam and Hadiya. I'm going to say for now "something happens." I'll figure that out later (unless someone has ideas which I'm open to hearing). The kids steal some artifact or another from the evil organization Jonny and Alex are introducing in tmagp that allows them to travel back in time to s1 (I'm gonna say it's a one use item so I don't have to deal with complications :P). And they go about trying to set Jon and Martin up without interfering with the metaplot or actually revealing themselves. And also to stop some bigger evil that I also have not came up with yet

They were meant to be the two main protagonists of tmagp but it's since changed plot as I write this down.

Oh I hadn't thought of them accidentally revealing themselves to their younger parents!!! Omg I wonder which one would!! From the limited stuff I have thought of, Adam would seem like the type to accidentally reveal it to Jon and Martin, being a bit louder in her opinions and thoughts. Whereas Hadiya is quieter and more calculated. But it'd be interesting if Hadiya was the one to accidentally let it slip. Maybe they started to miss their parents and cry about it to the not-together-yet coworkers. Oh this is actually a really cute idea!!!

They do not work for the government, no

Extra stuff!! Ok so Adam's age is because I don't want her to be the same age as me, so she's one year younger. Originally I had their names switched but I liked the idea of the older one of them being Adam better. They are both trans. Adam prefers Jon and Hadiya prefers Martin. Hadiya has some grey streaks in their hair that I forgot to include, and Adam inherited Martin's freckles but they only show when she's been under the sun too long.

Here's a picture of my notes when I first got the idea earlier today. Oh shoot! You can tell I didn't reference this scribble when I made that comic cuz I forgot I gave Adam a cane! I'll have to keep that in mind going forward.

Here's also this sketch that I messed up on:

I'm gonna be tagging this as a tma au going forward since it's diverged from my original plan.

Ok I'll let you go now :)

#tma #the magnus archives #tma au #tma timetraveling kids au #i need a brtter tag then that someone help me...#feel free to ask more about this au im getting invested!!!#my doodles #my thoughts

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d3adl3tt3rs · 11 months

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I'm bored, here's some lyrics that made me choose these songs for my jmart playlist.

"There's somethin' on my chest

I wish I would've said

I think it over and it might be true

I'm only overthinkin' when I'm close to you."

"Lemon Boy and me started to get along together

I helped him plant his seeds

And we'd mow the lawn in bad weather

It's. actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him

So, I got myself a citrus friend."

"And so I thought I'd let you know

Yeah, these things take forever, I especially am slow

But I realized that I need you

And I wondered if I could come home."

"Oh, I love you so much it scares me half to death

I'm not used to this

How did it happen, baby?

Oh, I love you so much it scares me half to death

The other half, I guess, I'm giving to you

Oh, baby."

"If loving you means fighting 'til the end

Then I'll fight harder baby just to win

And if tomorrow shall come to me

I'll count your every kiss as a victory."

"And the nights, they last forever

And days are always making you blue

In the dark we laugh together

'Cause the misery's funny to you.

I'll be the only one who likes the things you do

I'll be the ghost inside your head when we are through

Sometimes you scare me, but I come around to you

I'll say hello hello hello hello

And I'll find a way to scare you too."

"And then the letters all flash through my head with the words that I was told

About the fading flesh of life and love, the failures of the bold

I can list each crippling fear like I'm reading from a will

And I'll defy every one and love you still

I will carry you with me up every hill

And if you die before I die, I'll carve your name out of the sky

I'll fall asleep with your memory and dream of where you lie

It may be better to move on and to let life just carry on

And I may be wrong

Still, I'll try

'Cause it's better to love whether you win or lose or die

It's better to love whether you win or lose or die

It's better to love and I will love you til I die."

#jmart #jonmartin #the magnus archives #this is stupid #i just miss them okay #good tunes tho #will wood #bright eyes #cavetown #dayglow #the airborne toxic event #janelle monae #gerard way #Spotify

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im so full of coconut shrimp and ready to be friends

1. Is there a climax event in wtse — if so what is it? If not, what is the general progression of each character? How is it marked? Is it more character driven, plot driven or balanced? Like are they propelling events or are the events propelling them?

2. Is Night Vale a place of healing in wtse, or a place of enabling? Can it be both? Should it be?

3. What do Jon and Martin do in town when they’re not vibing in the Palmer household?

4. Who are they drawn to in Night Vale (excluding carlos and cecil) and why? Friends? Neighbors? How long does it take for them to be accepted by the town?

5. How do you characterize each main character — since there are varying ways people interpret them all — like if they were all presented with the same dilemma how would they react?

6. What is the thing jon and martin struggle with the most in Night Vale? What do they excel at there?

7. Are Cecil and Carlos a positive, neutral or negative example for them (ie. they’ve been together longer and jon and martin are a newer relationship at the end of tma etc etc)

8. How does Esteban respond to Jon and Martin? When do they have their baby if they have one in wtse?

9. What’s their living situation like? Do they all share the house — do they divvy up space? Id imagine living dynamics btwn them are crazy and hard.

10. What do Jon Martin Cecil and Carlos think about eachother at the beginning of your story and what do they think abt each other by the time the plot (main dilemma, moral etc) is concluded?

obvi u dont gotta answer all of them hehe but here u go kiss kiss

ok here we go

there's no climax because there's no narrative end. wtse is over when we get bored with it. however, each act has it's own main conflict that divides the story:

jmart settling down in night vale

cecil going missing and getting reeducated

jmart getting engaged and the four of them getting into a relationship

jon in desert bluffs too

having kids

reconnecting with tma's universe

there is, however, a primary narrative theme which is "do you need to be human to be a person?" can entities be held to the same morals, laws, and standards as humans? should they be? do they need to be in order to be worthy of respect and dignity?

for character progression: jon goes from starving to satiated and martin goes from clouded to opaque. cecil goes from permeable to aware and carlos goes from unmoored to grounded

plot driven i guess, we explore the ideas we think are interesting

2. Is Night Vale a place of healing in wtse, or a place of enabling? Can it be both? Should it be?

it's both

jon works to shake off his guilt and self-blame and is able to settle into a peaceful identity. martin really, really hates this because the crux of that is that jon stops being human. jon gets to a place of accepting himself and in accepting himself he accepts that he is a part of the beholding above everything else, and that in being a new animal he has a new nature. a lot of jon's regressing comes from fear of how martin will perceive and potentially reject him. jon still doesn't trust his own judgement and relies heavily on cecil's input, and unfortunately cecil isn't a good north to set your compass to.

martin is still a being of the lonely, but he sees himself as an avatar very differently. whereas jon got leitner's lecture about how an ant may perceive a person (e80) to help him understand himself vs the beholding vs cecil, martin never got any such insight. he sees himself as a person with powers, and he uses those powers sure, but he sees them as a tool not a part of his personhood. this is the main reason why martin struggles to understand what jon and cecil have going on, he doesn't see himself as the lonely manifest. he feeds his god and it gives him abilities, that's it.

i have a dedicated post for martin's healing

i don't think martin really gets "enabled" in any sense. the confrontational aspect of his personality that was blossoming at the end of tma really takes root here, but that's really it beyond the typical way night vale drives people a little insane. it's not until basira, melanie, and georgie show back up that how martin has changed for the worse becomes apparent. martin plays the straight man role in wtse, until he's compared to the girls who are not only untouched by night vale's madness but are free of fear entities entirely.

3. What do Jon and Martin do in town when they’re not vibing in the Palmer household?

we've only just really started exploring this. we've been more interested in the 4-way dynamic. the only concrete thing is that martin becomes friends with earl and steve and they hang out and do guy things.

jove's input:

Martin joins Carlos for a while as a scientist aid, and proves himself to be competent in the face of a nonsense world. He’s a beloved member of the town, I think we have him going to the hipster joints around?? Martin goes… around. Like average amounts around, he knows people and they know him by face, not just name, and he formulates relationships with people. Jon, outside of the polycule, doesn’t have very many relationships. Like Cecil, Jon has sort of lost his personal identity to instead dwell on his own personhood in relation to what he is. He was never a people person in the first place, and doesn’t like meeting people if it’s not necessary. If he goes out, it’s generally to stores, out to eat, or he was invited out by one of the other members of the relationship. For a while Carlos studied Jon at his lab, so that’s a place I guess. I think if you can imagine Cecil doing something, you can imagine Jon tagging along, unless it takes more spoons than he’s got stored up. Benny has mentioned that occasionally Jon will go hunting on his own, but I don’t imagine he does that very often. Jon is a group creature, so he’s usually a pair character, not a standalone.

4. Who are they drawn to in Night Vale (excluding carlos and cecil) and why? Friends? Neighbors? How long does it take for them to be accepted by the town?

we've touched on the friends thing a little here and here. the problem is, most of the side characters in wtnv are so underdeveloped that we just don't really think about them very much. there are more than who are mention we're INTERESTED in discussing, but time will tell

it takes a long time for them to be anything close to accepted. they get interlopered hard until cecil publicizes they're dating. martin gets it worse because he's out on his own more, and once jon starts unlatching from cecil he's starting to hunt and that makes people scared of him. jon hunting in wtse is nothing compared to jon hunting in tma, because there's enough latent fear that jon doesn't have to tear it out of people. that being said, he still does have victims whose nightmares he haunts. it's not enough to ostracize him but it's enough that he's considered dangerous if he focuses his attention on you too specifically.

the closest they come to being night valean is after the kids are born.

5. How do you characterize each main character — since there are varying ways people interpret them all — like if they were all presented with the same dilemma how would they react? / 6. What is the thing jon and martin struggle with the most in Night Vale? What do they excel at there?

i outsourced these to jove

Cecil struggles with vices. I affectionately call him the king of vices, because Cecil himself has lost his grip on things pretty thoroughly. He feels like his only reason for being here is to be of use to someone, and he has for a long time now. He loves his job as the voice, but uses that to erase his own personal identity; preferring to reference himself in third person or just hint on the fact that the story is his own. Cecil has too many lifetimes of things to remember, and too willingly forgets things he finds inconvenient or difficult. The downside of this is that when you get rid of the bad you tend to lose the good with it. With very shallow grasp of reality, self importance, memory, and personhood, Cecil tends to play up his role of voice, often losing himself in the role. He's become a gawky exaggeration of a persona. He's the outlandish version of what he always wanted as a child, several hundred times removed from itself. His entire being is a Statement. Something he wanted to hear, when he was saddled with guilt for looking at football boys in their uniforms from his bedroom window as a child. But, in the time of disposal and replacement of his identity, that's what's left. He's a statement. And we can all hear it. It leads to manic mood swings, and a deep need for approval. He is willing to hurt himself to reach expectations of him and doesn't know when to just Stop. He's an unmitigated force, and doesn't know when to slow down. He, rightfully, thinks he's the only thing keeping this town together, and it's a lot of pressure to put on a guy who really is very tired. Carlos is much beloved by the entire town, and is meant to be a stabilizing force to the chaotic force of the radio. When nothing makes sense, and Cecil is scared, he knows he always has someone a phone call away who will hear him, reassure him, and provide a solution. Carlos is a child's idea of a scientist, but that's what Cecil needs. Where Cecil's world has exaggerated into comical nonsense, Carlos has become a comic scientist, who mimes his profession enough, that he's become a safety net to Cecil in times of chaos. The down side to this is the fact that Carlos is very curious about a lot of things. He forgets to be there if he has a project he's working on, and it leaves Cecil neglected. While Cecil and Carlos fill in the missing spots in each other, he gets so wrapped up in his work that he forgets to actually be there. He forgets to come home, and neglects his position if there are conflicting interests while he's focusing on his own projects, and when he finds something he's curious about the lack of common sense in the town drives him to go further than is acceptable. The flipside to this is how Carlos is a private person who hates how Cecil discusses their personal life on air. He has a rule against it in place, to protect his and Esteban's privacy. He holds a lot of secrets in his coat, he's terrified of getting out. It's not uncommon for Carlos to sit in his lab waiting for the other shoe to drop and all the things he's covered up over the years to come out. He's scared of the things he's done coming out, and scared of failing Cecil, and disappointing him. He's always been his idealized perfect Carlos and he just... doesn't know how to be that for him. Not entirely. He's not perfect, and he's scared that one day Cecil will realize that, and everything that has become reality for him will unravel as easily as every other nonsense thing in this town.

Jon struggles with restraint in night vale; he gets caught up in Cecil's pace, and tends to lose himself in it. He doesn't restrain himself if he doesn't have to, and when he's faced with something he wants to do, and everyone else is opposed to it, Jon is very likely to do it anyways but this time ~in secret~. So when faced with the renowned vice king, Jon tends to lose track of morality and humanity, to let his monster loose. That's not who Jon is, though, and he faces severe regret when he realizes his actions still have consequences, even in this dreamlike almost unreal world he's found himself in. Jon's tendency towards accidentally hurting others with unwitting selfishness, means that Jon suffers in relationships and bonds, when he thinks he's doing the right thing. That said, Jon thrives in self identity, and exploration. Jon very literally is the one who just fits in with the town. He joins in, and feels like a cohesive member who..... may have always been there? With the town supporting his more monster side, Jon thrives. He has a great support system, and almost always has several eyes open. He's comfortable, and happy, with what he has become. Jon very much enjoys not being othered for who he is, and spends his time in Night Vale exploring himself, and his desires, in a way he never considered before. He's really come into himself. Martin struggles to find the town palatable. Martin has always been the guy who asks people to talk things out but never really wanted to discuss things; he's not willing to relent to the more monstrous side of things. Martin has a black and white view of things, and resents that he feels like the bad guy for wanting things that he feels SHOULD be common sense. Martin doesn't meld into Night Vale, and feels alienated for it, and feels like he's being forced to accept and to be a lot of things that he's not. Martin feels rejected and abandoned by Jon, when he spent so long pining after him, only for him to suddenly get wrapped up in so many things. There is a huge communication gap, and Martin's own suspicion of things monstrous makes him feel like he's stranded on his own while his boyfriend is unraveling his humanity faster than he can grasp ahold of that driving rope to not be left alone. Classic lonely. Martin also becomes the reliable figure for the town. Jon melds in as someone who has always been there, but in a way that exasperates the entity in him. Jon fits in like a dragon, and Martin won't just sit down and accept every unfair thing. It makes things hard for him for a while, but in clinging to his morals and humanity he ends up with a lot of real friendships with substance for it. He's made a niche for himself in the community, and is respected for it. If there is something going on in Night Vale that doesn't make sense, or you need to vent, or you need comfort, it will be Martin you go to. He's respected for the things he knows, and the sincerity in him that you so rarely see in Night Vale. Martin somehow ends up filling in that neurotic illegal space old woman Josie once held.

7. Are Cecil and Carlos a positive, neutral or negative example for them (ie. they’ve been together longer and jon and martin are a newer relationship at the end of tma etc etc)

cecil and carlos are overall a positive influence on them. they're not ENTIRELY positive, but mostly positive.

sadly, both couples struggle with communication and boundaries so they're not really corrective for one another.

8. How does Esteban respond to Jon and Martin? When do they have their baby if they have one in wtse?

esteban and avery are born at the same time in wtse and they see all four of them as equally their parent

9. What’s their living situation like? Do they all share the house — do they divvy up space? Id imagine living dynamics btwn them are crazy and hard.

carlos and cecil already have a house when jon and martin come to town and jon and martin end up moving into their guest room. as jon and martin stop being guests and start being boyfriends, the house becomes equally their space, including decorating and rules.

before avery and esteban are born, they buy a new house. jon and martin are equally involved in the process and martin even helps hunt down the real estate agent! when they move into the second house they share the master bedroom in an alaskan king bed

10. What do Jon Martin Cecil and Carlos think about eachother at the beginning of your story and what do they think abt each other by the time the plot (main dilemma, moral etc) is concluded?

jon and cecil see themselves as one being. once they meet things sort of snap into place and they feel truly complete. the first struggle in wtse is cecil and jon having peel apart from each other and return to having separate identities. even afterwards, cecil still relies on jon, as the archivist, to be his memory bank* and jon relies on cecil, as the voice, to speak for him. once they're back to being two people, it opens the door for them to bicker over things they disagree on, but they have ways to work around their misunderstandings and disagreements before it becomes an actual fight. usually that involves a lot of interference from the beholding.

*this is both metaphorical, in terms of their roles for the beholding, and literal. before cecil gets reeducated he dumps everything into jon, so at least someone will know it and see it and remember it. cecil knows he's not equipped to do it for himself and trusts jon enough to do it for him. the part of cecil that needed to die in order for him to become the voice, jon can hold that and file it away. like a piece of lost media finally found. the one remaining copy under lock and key so the knowledge will never be forgotten again.

jon and carlos butt heads a lot because they're both know-it-all control freaks. it never really escalates, they just rub up against each other. eventually their similarities go from weaknesses to strengths, as jon begins trusting carlos to, well, basically handle him. as jon becomes more comfortable being a monster, he trusts that carlos will be able to wrangle him, to keep him from getting too out of control. and that's comforting, to know that even if he can't trust himself he can trust carlos. additionally, jon is carlos' secret keeper. while there are things carlos is either not ready to or is unwilling to tell cecil, jon Knows them. so they get to unpack that as much as carlos is willing to engage with it.

martin really distrusted cecil at first, and i would honestly say there was a time he hated him. martin saw cecil as another avatar here to hurt and manipulate jon. once martin and carlos talked about jon and cecil's bond, how long cecil's been alive, and how long hes been the voice, martin saw him as jonah magnus 2. martin fully believed that cecil wanted to break up their relationship, push martin out, take jon over, and use him. eventually that opinion changes and martin and cecil form one of the most genuine and most secure bonds of the group, which i've discussed more here

martin sees carlos as an older brother figure and becomes very shocked pikachu the first time carlos hits on him. especially in the beginning, martin idolizes the control carlos has on all the fucked up shit happening in night vale. he's afraid, yes, but he's knowledgeable and is able to stop things before they get out of hand. he isn't an avatar, he has no special abilities, he's just a regular man but all the horrible beasts that call night vale home know that carlos the scientist can and will stop them from engaging in any bullshit or tomfoolery. either the avatars in their world were complete morons or carlos is some kind of super human force to be reckoned with. martin gets veeery disillusioned with carlos as they start working together, realizing he's closer to a mad scientist than the man he's built up in his head. but martin still respects him because, well, he is brilliant and talented and the town's hero, but martin sees all the places he has flexible ethics and uses questionable science. their dynamic is complicated because of that, with martin still seeing him as a mentor, and martin identifying them as the humans in the house, someone he should be able to relate to and lean on. but martin has guilt about that because he doesn't want to engage or encourage carlos' more questionable behaviors. carlos thinks martin's deep moral conflict is just the cutest and playfully bullies him a lot, which does not help with martins perception of him as an older brother.

#wtse #tma #wtnv

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magnetarmadda · 4 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks @shinyopals and @ollieofthebeholder for the tag!!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

Currently 84, hopefully 85 before I go to bed! (We’ll see how that goes—I’m answering asks/tags because the fic words won’t work rn and I’m trying to distract my brain into figuring out how to finish the fic)

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

313,076

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily The Magnus Archives, but also Hello from the Hallowoods, The Murderbot Diaries, and I’ve got both Vesta Clinic and Tell No Tales fic ideas percolating. I also have a Sherlock Holmes short mystery I’ll eventually share, probably lol

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Lucky Stars - 699 kudos

Mysterious Love - 642 kudos

Here to Forever - 560 kudos

Oh my god they were (platonic) roommates - 499 kudos

Terror in the Archives - 497 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments?

It can take me a bit, but I try to respond to each one!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This Is Our Last Goodnight - I tagged it “this is the bad ending,” for reference lol. I do have a wip that will be worse than that one, though—its wip title is The Bad Ending, and its published title will be The Archive Undying. It’s…yeah, it’s not a happy one, but I’m very pleased with how it’s turning out (it is, however, not the fic I’m hoping to finish tonight)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I tend to write happy endings for TMA, probably because it is a tragedy and I do enjoy writing the opposite, but I also like making people feel good with my writing. Happiest ending is, I think, hard to pick, but I am very fond of how Have I Always Loved You ends (and I’m only a little biased because I gave it the same title as the song I walked down the aisle to)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Uh, I have before, in a fandom from a long time ago

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, but not often, and I typically write from my own experience as a sex-neutral/sex-favorable ace.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not usually, I can’t remember one but I think I did one a long time ago? I don’t have anything against them, and in fact there are some I really enjoy, but I find it hard to combine multiple sets of characters in my own head in understandable ways. Everything becomes all smushed together and characters lose themselves. I instead combine worlds and use only one set of characters from that world. For example, I’m working on a TMA-Hadestown fusion story, where it takes the structure and world of Hadestown and overlays TMA on top of it, so that both worlds are recognizable but the story I’m telling is still distinct (someday, this fic will be finished. It’s…an undertaking lol)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! And I’m hoping to do so again! I enjoy co-writing

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Jmart has definitely taken over my brain, and they’re in the Hall of Fame for ships for me now. Is that my all time favorite ship? I don’t know, I don’t know how to even determine that for myself

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I’m not speaking this into existence, I’m going to pretend all of my wips will get finished, because if I even hint to myself I might not do it, then I definitely won’t. It becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy really

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, emotions, and turns of phrase—I’m good with metaphors and using slightly unusual phrasings to evoke particular images, sensations, or feelings

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I get stuck in my own head a lot, trying to figure out the “best” way to write something instead of the way that works to tell the story, and I can get very tell-not-show-y when I’m having problems getting through a scene

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don’t know if I’ve done that, but I don’t mind it. I love when writers give translations, because I like trying to figure out which words correspond to what and how the sentence is structured. I enjoy languages lol, even though I’ve had a hard time in the last couple of years retaining any (damn you brain fog *shakes fist*)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically, Encyclopedia Brown (a kid detective)—it was a closed door murder mystery, and even twenty years later I’m still fairly pleased with how I reasoned out the ending. First fandom I published a fic online for? HP, although you won’t find any of my HP fics on ao3 anymore. FF.net probably still has some, but I abandoned the username I used there a long time ago

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Okay, actually, don’t @ me, but my favorite fic ever was an HP fic I wrote when I was first trying to use fiction writing to process an abusive relationship I was in during college. It was the first time I really put a lot of myself emotionally into a fic, and it turned out really well, but it’s no longer available online. I intend to rewrite it from scratch as an original piece and put it in a short story collection someday

My favorite fic you can find on ao3, though, that’s harder. I write fics that I personally like, or else I change the story or stop writing it altogether. Fic is for fun for me, and I don’t want to waste time on a fic that I don’t enjoy. Mysterious Love and Lucky Stars are both definitely up there, but I’ll go with a fic I haven’t mentioned yet—And There’s You, which is just a really really self-indulgent five chapter jmart love-fest of a fic

Tagging (absolutely no pressure): @probsnothawkeye @fruitviking @shadow0haven @exactly-myself @therealandian @hihereami and any other friends who’d like to do this!

#tag game #writing tag game #fic tag game #about me

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go-to-the-mirror · 1 year

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It's time, y'all!! The penultimate episode of season 4!! Jmart!!!

Uh, didn't draw anything again, but whatever. I mean. I dunno. Shrug.

it's time, now. episode 159. this is going to make me feel emotions.

this is mostly rambling.

@a-mag-a-day

CW for unreality; discussion of free will; second person POV (i keep doing it); potentially anxiety inducing rambling (don't know how this happened, related to the "you don't know the people you love" thing);

The title "The Last" could either a nod to Peter's line "You're the last one standing" or it could be... well... the last mark.

Hated it when I figured that out. Absolutely despised it.

ARCHIVIST (Calling) Martin! (Calling) Martin!

I'm sorry we're like five second in and it's just like hhh, he's in love, he's looking for Martin, love is real and Jon has it! It just makes me so abnormal when it's like, he's not even saying anything it's just! Aaa!! *points frantically*

PETER It’s odd, really. You each think you’re so focused on the other. But how much do you really know each other? How much time have you spent together when not working, or bickering, or fleeing from that latest thing that wants to kill you? So what are you seeking? The image you’ve each created of the other? The people you think you love don’t exist, not really. And that’s a very lonely place to be. ARCHIVIST (Vicious) Shut up. (calling) Martin!

Firstly, yeah, I feel that. I mean like, don't want to overshare or anything, but yeah.

You know how your head's always like "but they wouldn't like me if they knew the real me!" Mate, there is no real you. Like Sasha said, right, it's all just people playing characters. And sometimes those characters feel like you, but they're all made up of things in your head and memories you've had and at the end of the day, are we all not puppets pulled along by circumstance, fooling ourselves into thinking we have choices and identities. I think I need to put a CW on this-

I mean, that's attempted optimistic nihilism. What about... if you do a good job keeping up the charade, they'll never find out it's not the real you, but you will never be truly loved.

Wow, that helps less. Do not come here for advice.

ARCHIVIST (Mean) Make me. (considering) Unless you can’t. The Lonely and the Eye aren’t too far apart, are they? Not really. What good’s being alone if you don’t know how alone you truly are. Which means… Well, I think you’re worried. You know I’ll find him eventually and you know I can find you. (Beat) Hm. Thought so.

Damn, judgmental. Just the note "mean". I- rude??

Also, secondly, I'm saying this as someone with social anxiety and consequent... isolationist tendencies (read: I didn't talk to anyone for a whole summer) but the Ceaseless Watcher and The One Alone have always felt really... connected to me.

I mean, what better way to feel alone than to be convinced everyone's judging you. You convince yourself everyone wants you gone, you just barely hear them say your name as you leave the room.

Everyone's looking at you, you can't go in now, so better to remain unnoticed. Better to not go at all. Better to hide yourself away and never be seen under gazes that make want to tear your skin off.

Social Anxiety: the fear entity

I mean like, just like take MAG 188 and make it a little more also about how achingly lonely you feel but opening yourself up is hard and evil and people will look at you and perceive you and judge you and you've got both The Eye and The Lonely combined and my personal hell. Maybe throw in a bit of Corruption there, for the whole "woe upon woe, if they could see my rotten inner core full of being mean to people then they would hate me even more."

The Corruption is so cool, you guys, but you wouldn't get it, you wouldn't get how cool it is (I mean, you might, please talk to me about the corruption /genuine)

ARCHIVIST Martin. MARTIN (Flat) Jon? ARCHIVIST I-I’m here. I-I came for you. MARTIN Why? ARCHIVIST …I thought you might be lost.

AAAAAAAAA

The way Jon says "Martin," he sounds so relieved, hnhnrhnhrnhrr <3

HHHHHh!!!!

THE WAY JON SAYS THE LAST LINE IS SO SOFT IT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL TO BE THIS SOFT ISTG <33333

MARTIN Are you real?

He sounds so bitter when he says that, like he's mocking the idea that Jon could be real. Oh my god.

MARTIN This is where I should be. It feels right. ARCHIVIST Martin don’t say that. MARTIN Nothing hurts here. It’s just quiet. Even the fear is gentle here.

MARTIN NO

I get it though, you know, when being alone is the lesser of two evils. Like, what is it out there? Just more pain and fear and loss when it's so much easier to just stay there and fade away and never move and never get out of your room, and never talk to anyone and it's just so much easier, right. When it feels like it's a physical effort to drag yourself everywhere? When it's oh, so comfortable, out there in the cold.

You know, to me loneliness isn't fog or anything. To me it's around noon. The sky is mostly clear, the grass is slightly itchy, you're squinting against the glare of the sun. It's silent, bar the wind and the birds and your breathing. And then you suddenly realise you're alone. And there's no one there. And the warmth is making you tired. And sometimes you can say it's nice, lying on the ground under the sun like a lizard. And sometimes it just feels sad.

I like that the lonely is at the sea. The ocean just makes me feel strange emotions that I can't explain. Nice aesthetic too, fog and sea, lighter colours, blues and greys.

But I like my lonely quite a bit. It just feels... it feels like the lonely to me. Idk.

MARTIN It is, though. I really loved you, you know?

LOVE WINS????

PETER I tried to tell you. He’s gone. He made his choice. And it wasn’t you. ARCHIVIST It was for me, though. I’m the reason he— I did this to him as much as you.

Nononononono jon mr. jarchivist sims. NO! Alright, you know what, bringing in my brain here. No! Nooo! Alright, sure, you dying may have made him lonely, but you can't seriously blame yourself for dying - I know he blames himself for dying - and like coming back to life and stuff? He may have done it for Jon, but that doesn't put the blame on Jon. It puts the blame on... I don't know! Death! The world! Peter Lukas, but I'm loathe to blame him for anything because I really like his voice.

I have other things to say about this but tbh, I just think I have problems, and I've already shared so much absolutely terrible advice earlier, so I'm not going to perpetuate my probably harmful (in like a... this is a thought your brain could have! think about it! wow, doesn't it suck! this will stay here tho! way) thoughts, sooo.

PETER Where are your friends, Archivist? ARCHIVIST Tim and Sasha are dead. PETER Yes? ARCHIVIST Daisy and Basira are, probably dead. PETER Because. Of. You. ARCHIVIST Georgie and Melanie have left me. PETER And? ARCHIVIST Martin’s gone. PETER You’re alone, Archivist. The last one standing.

Got distracted playing piano, uh, :( this just makes me really sad. guy's literally living out my worst nightmare (all your friends either dying or leaving you, some telling you they'd literally rather you be dead, like god that hurts).

I just want him to get a hug :(

PETER After all, you can’t hurt anyone in here. ARCHIVIST …Yes… PETER Yes.

That would've probably worked had he not... yk, been there for Martin? And like, sort of... as he was trying to get into Jon's head sort of... revealing what he was?

Hmm

ARCHIVIST I wouldn’t try to leave if I were you. I can see you now. I can find you wherever you go.

Kinda... uh... hmm... hhnnmmm

Hot jon rights

My crew is out there waiting for a call I think I am now unlikely ever to give them.

Oh, right, because of the imminent eyepocolypse. I thought it was because he thought he'd die to jon

My instinct was much like the others, I thought that if I could complete my ritual first, then the potential birth of the dreadful change would be meaningless.

reminds me of

Smirke was still so obsessed with his ideas on balance, even as our fellows began to experiment and fall to the service of their patrons. I began to worry that if one of them successfully attempted their ritual, then I would be as much a victim as any, trapped in the nightmare landscape of a twisted world. At first, I attempted prevention, but the cause seemed hopeless. The only way to ensure I did not suffer the tribulations of what I believed to be an inevitable transformation was to bring it about myself.

(MAG 160)

So, it's like a rerun of all those rituals, but 1900s and 2000s edition, instead of 1800s.

On Peter's ritual... it's not all Lonely, right? Could be Vast. Buried, maybe? What with the whole "you can never escape your work."

Also, it sounds... terrifying.

If I could convince one of his staff to willingly pledge themselves to the Lonely, it was all mine. He even let me pick the victim. He was so sure the prize of the Institute, the Panopticon, and a willing vessel to use it would be just too much for me to resist. And he was right. Just didn't go quite as I'd hoped.

What is it with these evil old men and using people as poker chips! Like, why!

ARCHIVIST And what was his prize? What did he get if you lost? PETER Oh, he got you.

Like, if making a bet where you win this freshly traumatised by the lonely guy isn't the worst thing that elias has done - and somehow it fucking isn't - then you know that like, very evil. and awful. like. kinda dehuminising don't you think? kinda fucked. what the fuck.

ARCHIVIST Tell me.

The way he says it is interesting. Just... flatly, not even a demand, just... "tell me."

I like it. I think it's neat.

PETER (Fighting) I’m… not saying… another… word. ARCHIVIST Tell me or I will rip it out of you! [Both statics keep increasing in volume] PETER No! ARCHIVIST (With all his power) ANSWER MY QUESTION! PETER NO!! LEAVE! ME! (Echoing) ALONE! ARCHIVIST TELL ME! [The statics crescendo; there is the sound of electric tearing and Peter screams as he is conceptually ripped apart]

HOT JON RIGHTS!!! YEAH!!!! WOOOH!!! KILL HIM!!!!

I THINK THAT PART IS VERY COOL! FUCK YEAH DUDE, RIP SOMEONE APART WITH YOUR EVIL POWERS!!

ARCHIVIST Listen, I know you think you want to be here. I know you think it’s safer, and… well maybe it is. But we need you. I need you.

MARTIN We – I need you.

(MAG 120.2)

HHHHH THEY KEEP REPEATING EACH OTEHRS WORDS AND MAKING ME WANT TO CRY!!!

ARCHIVIST Martin. Martin look at me. (compelling) Look at me and tell me what you see. [Hissing static starts] MARTIN I see… I see you, Jon. (Small disbelieving laugh from Martin) (Martin’s voice stops shifting side to side, and no longer echoes) MARTIN (CONT’D) I see you.

THIS- THIS IS IT! THIS IS THE MOMENT

chills, literal chills. fuckin' love it so much, you don't even know

im just gonna. im just gonna be here crying it such a good

[ID: Drawing of a person sitting at a computer, crying. /End ID]

ARCHIVIST Not anymore. Come on. Let’s go home. MARTIN How? ARCHIVIST Don’t worry. I know the way.

ITS SO SOFT ITS SO SOFT ITS SO FUCKING SOFT I LOVE THIS EPISODE I LOVE THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES "Don't worry. I know the way." ITS SO SOFT THE WAY HE SAYS IT IM GOING TO CRY IM GOING TO CURL UP INTO A LITTLE BALL AND CRY YOUR HONOUR THEYRE IN LOVE YOUR HONOUR THEIR LOVE GOT THEM OUT OF THE LONELY LOVE WINS YAY IM GONNA GO CRY NOW SLASH POS

this is over. im not crying but dear god is it close. look forward to tomorrow where i'll do more than ramble. i love jmart so much you guys i love them so much they love each other so much <3

#tma #the magnus archives #a mag a day #mag 159 #jmart #landscaping-your-mind-chapter-one #never gonna be okay ever again #this episode did something to my brain i feel #if you saw this posted before... no you didn't

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grahamfolgersdeliciousnotebooks · 1 year

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This deleted scene from my jmart roommate AU has been rattling around my brain for a while, so I decided to publish it as a standalone piece. Check it out on AO3, or read it below:

Jon frowned down at the enormous pile of potatoes in front of him, trying to make sense of it.

“This recipe makes how many pierogies?”

“Too many,” Martin said, adding another freshly-scrubbed potato to the pile. “Pierogi recipes always assume you’re trying to feed a family of, like, 12.”

“And what are we going to do with them all?”

“They should last a while in the freezer,” he shrugged. “And if worse comes to worst, I can always pawn some off on Tim.”

That might not be a bad idea. Jon hadn’t seen Tim in months, but from what Martin said, it sounded like he was struggling. It probably wasn’t the sort of struggle that could be fixed with a homemade meal, but he doubted it would hurt.

(It also sounded like he was fully convinced that Jon had murdered Leitner and Sasha, and while Jon couldn’t exactly fault him for that – he’d probably think the same thing, in Tim’s shoes – it still stung.)

Martin nudged him out of his thoughts. “Do you know where the peeler ended up?”

“Here,” Jon said, handing it over.

Martin set about peeling the potatoes and passing them over for Jon to chop. They fell into a quiet, steady rhythm as they worked, the silence broken only by the sound of potato skins running through the peeler and the gentle clacking of the knife against the cutting board.

There wasn’t much space in the kitchen, so they stood side by side as they cooked, periodically knocking their shoulders together or elbowing each other in the ribs by mistake. In the past, this would have irritated Jon to no end, but he was getting used to sharing a kitchen with Martin, and he’d come to find it strangely pleasant. It was just nice, really, to be close to someone. Every time Martin handed him a potato to chop, their fingers brushed for just a moment, and that was nice, too.

When all of the potatoes were peeled and diced, they added them to a pot of cold, salted water, and set them on the stove to boil.

Martin consulted the recipe. “Do you mind shredding the cheese while I get started on the dough?”

Jon agreed, but his task turned out to be much less complex than Martin’s, and was finished in a fraction of the time. When he was done, he set about washing the knife, the cutting board, and the vegetable peeler, but that didn’t take much time, either. In the end, Jon simply took a seat at the kitchen table and watched Martin work the dough.

He’d rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, showing off his arms. Jon had never really noticed Martin’s arms before, but he couldn’t help but notice them now. They were large and freckled and surprisingly muscular, and there was something almost hypnotic in watching his muscles work as he kneaded the dough – punching it out, stretching it taut, folding it over onto itself and beginning the process again.

“Can you check the potatoes?” he asked after a while.

Jon startled, trance broken. “O-Of course,” he said, scrambling out of his seat. He tracked down a fork and prodded experimentally at the potatoes in the pot, feeling out how much they’d softened. “They could use a few more minutes,” he concluded.

“Right,” Martin said. He pushed the ball of dough away from himself and began stretching his arms, loosening the tight knot in his shoulders. Then he wiped a tired forearm across his brow, smearing his forehead with flour.

“Oh,” Jon said, and when Martin shot him a quizzical look, he gestured to his forehead. “You’ve got some flour,” he explained.

Martin scrubbed at his forehead, but his hands were caked in flour, and it only made things worse. Jon bit his lip to hold back a smile.

“Here, let me.” He grabbed a paper towel and wet it at the sink, then leaned forward to wipe Martin’s face. He had to stand on tiptoe at first, but after a second, Martin bent down, shooting Jon a wry smile that made his cheeks heat with embarrassment. This close, Jon wondered if Martin could feel the heat radiating from his face.

Jon turned his full attention to the flour on Martin’s brow, but when he glanced back down, he found that Martin’s eyes had softened, watching Jon with open and unadorned fondness.

Jon swallowed around a sudden flutter of nerves.

“Oh,” Martin murmured. “You’ve actually got some…” he gestured to Jon’s cheek, “as well.”

“What?” Jon sputtered. “I haven’t even touched the dough, how–?”

Martin shook his head. “Flour finds a way,” he sighed. He took the paper towel from Jon’s hand and wiped gently at his cheek.

Jon held his breath. Martin was very close, all of a sudden. His eyes were focused and his breath was warm and his face was so, so close to Jon’s own…

Martin laughed, breaking the moment. (Had there been a moment?)

“How do you have flour in your hair?”

He reached out and took a lock of Jon’s hair between his fingers, teasing out the clump of flour that had found its way there through entirely inexplicable means with deft, careful movements. When he was done, he tucked the hair behind Jon’s ear.

“There.”

He took a step back. Jon’s heart was racing, and Martin’s face was red and growing redder. After a minute, Martin cleared his throat.

“Are the potatoes ready, d’you think?” he squeaked, his voice half an octave higher than usual.

The potatoes were, in fact, ready, so they drained the pot and divvied up their tasks again – Jon mashing the potatoes and stirring in the cheese while Martin rolled the dough out into a thin sheet.

When Jon glanced over, he saw that there were smears of flour on Martin’s cheeks, and powdery white fingerprints on the lenses of his glasses, but this time he said nothing.

After that, they were finally ready for the last few steps: cutting the dough into uniform circles, adding the filling, and sealing them.

“Would you rather punch out the dough, or fill and seal them?” Martin asked.

Punching out the dough seemed like the job that would be significantly harder to screw up, so Jon chose that one, and set to work. He grabbed a glass from the cabinet that was about the right size, and overturned it, pressing it into the dough repeatedly to cut out a series of small, uniform circles which he would then hand to Martin. Martin murmured a quick thank you, each time, before adding some of the filling, folding the dough over on itself, and pinching the edges closed with quick, practiced motions.

“This was always my job when I was a kid,” Martin said with a wistful smile. “Mum would roll out the dough, Dad would handle the filling, and I would stuff them and seal the edges.”

Watching him work, Jon couldn’t help but picture a younger version of Martin, sitting in a warm, bright kitchen under the watchful eye of his parents, pinching the dough closed with clumsy fingers. He smiled at the image. He himself only had a few memories like that – most of the times he’d cooked with his grandmother, she had spent the whole time scolding him for his inability to stop fidgeting and focus, and eventually sent him away, saying it would be easier if she just did it herself. But there were other days, when she was in a better mood and could be a bit more forgiving, when she’d guided him patiently through the recipes, and told him stories of cooking with his mother when she was a child.

“I didn’t realize I was working with an expert,” he joked.

“Definitely not an expert,” Martin said. “I haven’t made these since I was about ten – no, younger! We stopped making them after my dad left, so I couldn’t have been more than seven.”

Jon glanced at Martin. He spoke only rarely about his mother, and never about his father. Jon could feel the tug of that familiar need to Know – a feeling that was his and not his at the same time, his natural curiosity mingling with the Eye’s all-consuming Hunger – but he kept silent. He wasn’t going to ask any questions that Martin wouldn’t want to answer. For the time being, at least, he could still resist temptation.

Martin seemed to sense his curiosity, though, and offered an explanation without being asked. “When my dad left, it just… it was just too much work. Mum was too sick to cook most days, and I couldn’t do it all myself, I was– I mean, I was seven… And then, when I got older, I mostly lived alone, and spending three hours making six dozen pierogies that I was never going to eat all by myself… it just didn’t seem worth it.”

“I’m sorry,” Jon murmured.

“About what?” Martin turned and blinked at him with genuine curiosity. “I’m fine, really. It was a long time ago.”

They fell back into their routine, each working silently at their separate task. Martin didn’t say anything, but sometimes when Jon looked over, he found him staring down with a distracted, pensive look, as his hands worked the dough with the same repetitive motions they must have used all those years ago.

After a while, Jon spoke up. “Would you like to switch?”

“What?” Martin asked, shaking himself from his trance.

“Would you like to take over cutting the dough and I can fill the pierogies?” he offered. “My, uh. My arms are getting sore,” he lied. “I think it might help to switch tasks for a bit.”

“Sure,” Martin said quietly, with a small, soft smile that told Jon he didn’t believe him but he appreciated the lie.

They fell back into their usual silence, but Martin seemed to brighten up a bit as he set to work punching circles out of the dough. Jon was glad to see it.

Unfortunately, Jon’s initial instinct had been right. Stuffing the pierogies was a lot easier to screw up than his previous job. He tried to figure it out on his own, he didn’t want to bother Martin, but the edges kept coming undone, and no matter how much flour he put on his hands, the dough still stuck to them, and he couldn’t get the shape right. He managed three lumpy, misshapen monstrosities before he finally gave in and asked for help.

“Is there a trick to this?”

“Not really,” Martin said. “You just sort of pinch the edges.”

“That’s what I’ve been doing!”

“Here,” Martin said, setting down the glass. (He was working so much faster than Jon, anyway, he could afford to take a break.) “Like this,” Martin murmured as he put his hands over Jon’s and guided him through the process of folding the dough over the filling and pressing the edges shut. Jon thought that was what he’d been doing, but somehow the result looked better, cleaner, and more tightly sealed than any of the one’s he’d made on his own.

Martin’s hands were soft, he noticed, and warm. Martin lingered for a moment, before seeming to realize all at once that his hands were still resting on top of Jon’s. He stepped away and cleared his throat.

“Now you try.”

Jon tried, repeating the steps exactly as Martin had done them, but the end result was… less than perfect.

“There,” Martin said encouragingly, “you’ve got it!”

“Do I?” Jon asked, holding up the sad, misshapen thing.

Martin let out a laugh at the incredulity in his voice. “It’s fine!” he insisted. “They’ll still taste good.”

Jon tried again, but couldn’t stop himself from cursing quietly when the dough started sticking to his hands yet again.

“Do you want to switch back?” Martin offered after watching him struggle.

“No, no,” Jon said. “Like you said, they should– they should still taste fine.”

They went on for what felt like a very long time, swapping between quiet conversation and companionable silences. When the last of the dough was finally used up, Jon’s back had begun to ache from hunching over the counter, and they’d amassed a truly ridiculous number of pierogies. Half of them were neat, uniform little things that looked like they belonged on the cover of a cookbook, and half of them were… not that, but regardless, Jon was proud of their accomplishment.

He wiped his brow, no longer caring about getting flour on his face. (He had flour everywhere by now – his hair, his arms, his glasses. There were even two white handprints on his trousers from where he’d patted his pockets earlier, looking for his phone.)

“When you said this recipe was a lot of work…” he said, and Martin laughed.

“I wasn’t lying.”

They put most of the pierogies away (there was a worrying second where it seemed they might not all fit in the freezer, but they managed to stuff them in eventually), and the rest they cooked quickly, boiling them for a few minutes before tossing them in a pan with butter and onions. They divided the pierogies between two plates, and set them on the kitchen table, and then the two of them – both flour-stained and hungry and surprisingly worn out – finally sat down to eat.

“Let’s see if the past…” Jon glanced at his wrist, remembered that he wasn’t wearing a watch, then took a guess, “several hours were worth it.”

Jon wouldn’t mind either way, if he was being honest. They had put an awful lot of effort into the meal, but even if it tasted terrible, he couldn’t consider that time wasted. It had been nice just to spend so much time with Martin focused on something other than work, or monsters, or the question of who had framed Jon for murder.

He took a bite.

“Oh my god,” he muttered to himself once he had swallowed. “That’s good.”

“Right?” Martin said, grinning. “It’s better than I remembered, honestly.” He took another bite and let out a soft, satisfied moan. “I can’t believe I waited so long to make these again.” He glanced across the table at Jon, then admitted in a softer voice, “I’m, um. I’m glad I made them with you, though. This was…” he trailed off, looking embarrassed, but Jon finished the sentence for him.

“This was nice. You’re, uh. You’re a good… kitchen… companion,” he finished lamely, too tired and too awkward to think of a better phrase.

Martin laughed. “Yeah, you too.” He flashed Jon a smile, and Jon felt something warm and delicate bubble up in his chest.

The conversation moved on, to work, and then to what they’d watch after dinner, and from there to Jon’s refusal to watch Strictly and Martin’s (hopefully at least half-joking) exasperation with him, but that bubble of warmth never left him.

After dinner, they stood beside each other at the sink, rinsing off their plates. Jon took a moment to scrub the bits of dough from under his fingernails and some of the flour from his face, and while he did, Martin said,

“Thanks for cooking with me, Jon. Like I said, it’s been awhile since I’ve made pierogies, and it… it brought back some good memories.” He stared down at his plate, giving it a light scrub with the back of the sponge. “It brought back some bad memories, too,” he admitted softly, not looking up from the sink, “But, well… that’s life, isn’t it?”

“If you want to talk about it…” Jon offered, but Martin shook his head.

“I don’t,” he whispered. “But thanks.”

He gave Jon one last, sad smile before he set his plate in the dish drain and wandered off into the living room, leaving Jon with nothing but the dishes in his hand and that bright, delicate something blooming in his chest.

#tma fic #tma fanfic #jonmartin fic

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tefmiles · 1 year

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what's the deal with wtse? i know of the au (vaguely) but i've got the creators blocked for characterization reasons, so idk anything that happens in it other than its basic premise of somewhere else being night vale, and also i think jmart x cecilos. is it just like, really ooc or something?

(i also want to stress you don't have to answer this, i don't wanna be the guy that instigates any arguments i'm just curious)

generally the way all the characters are portrayed is really ooc and kinda gross. just feels like theyve been thrown together to be shipped and to have kids... not to mention the weird cecil design within that au where hes literally 20 years old looking and feminized in a weirdddd way ( nothing against normal fem cecil designs u guys r fine- its just abt how this one is portrayed ). each character feels really bent remade just to fit the au to the point where it just feels like ocs, it just really urks me

#theres more that i can say but wont bc i dont wanna write pages #but also how they portray carlos is super weird too.#both jon and cecil r kinda just removed from their og characters entirelu

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milkteamoon · 1 year

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For the AO3 wrapped: 2, 13, 15, 19, and 29 (also your theme is so darn cute!!)

Bee!! Thank you! :] 🐝💕

2. How many works did you publish this year?

At the time of writing this, 10 fics! But I'm hoping to get one more out by the end of the year should conditions permit...

13. What’s your longest work of the year?

Our own personal hell clocking in at 13.7k!

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

Oh boy, I just started a pretty big project so that will definitely be carrying into next year... it's still in very early stages (as in: I've got a beginning and an end and some very vague points on a hypothetical outline) but I'm excited to see it come together! >:D

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

I'd obv like to do more jmart but I like most Jon ships so...who knows! Perhaps I'll do a little branching out 👀 (jongerry HAS been on my mind lately......)

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Man this question is SO hard bc I feel like I never look at my work in terms of individual lines??? I think one section of a fic I really liked at the time of writing it was the bathroom scene from no sort of name, so I'm going to say that!

ao3 wrapped ask!

#thank you again bee!!#ask #beesabuzzin #send me asks if you so care to. I'm recovering from being at the airport and need something to do #fic stuff

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HIII NON SP FAN ANON HERE OK SO first of all sorry for the long ask SECOND OF ALL me and pp anon are in a theatre class together and were doing a final project which is pretty much free choice (theyre doing improv i think) and i decide to write a script so pp was like "make it gregstophe" and i was like ok!! but also like tma brainrot so jon and martin are there. actually its more like jmart play ft. gregstophe bc they come in like halfway during the first scene but ANYWAYS im gonna tell you the plot.

ok so basically martin beats some mf to death bc they were being mean to his little meow meow (jon (also i just remembered i changed jons name to john to make it a little less obvious)) and johns like wtf. stop it. and they almost get into an argument but then johns like we gotta clean this up. and thats when gregory and christophe stroll in and r like we can do that! pay up and jons like ok and thats the end of the first scene!! and rn im working on scene 2 with just gregstophe and martin discussing john!!!

also idk if its obvious but i am a firm believer in jon not john. idc ab the transcripts their full name is JONATHAN NOT JOHNATHAN !! (jonny has a valid reason tho so good for him)

ALSO THEYRE ALL TRANS (and nonbinary except for martin) bc they/them jon is so... <3 i love jon so much 😭😭😭😭 omg i kinda wanna draw them now,, anyways

ok so third of all i was thinking ab gregstophe tma au again and i asked a bunch of random questions to pp and i think christophe would be a buried/corruption avatar??? pp said he would like bugs and i think the corruption would like feeding onto whatever he and his mom got going on.. and digging for the buried ofc

gregory seems like an elias kinnie to me idk.. maybe its bc he seems smug and british or something... so maybe eye avatar??? i actually focused a lot more on christophe questions lmao,, also i dont know anything ab canon but i see a lot of stuff with them as... mecrcanianies??? mercansines??? idk how to spell it but they like kill ppl or something i think that could lead them down into becoming hunt avatars... idk maybe im just thinkin ab christophe kinning daisy 😭😭

hmmm i wanna work on a consistent artstyle i like so i can draw gregstophe and jmart double date i think that would be neat :DD

ok i think those r all my relevant thoughts for now byee have a good day/evening !!!!

hey again bestie!! ooh theatre class :O i did a lot of theatre in high school. even wrote a gregstophe-inspired one act once lmao so I get just how inspiring they can be

that plot all sounds very good so far! I’m curious if they’re going to get into more silly hijinks trying to hide the bodies or if you’ll be going down a more dark and serious route? either way I wish you luck!! also fuck yeah trans rights

I can’t speak much on the tma terminology or character comparisons (but I wholeheartedly trust you as someone who is clearly passionate about it). however, on the subject of Gregory and Christophe as mercenaries:

in the movie, Gregory is initially the one who is supposed to go free Terrance and Phillip (two political prisoners who are about to be publicly executed). however, Stan insists that he go instead so Gregory tells him he has to go and request the services of a mercenary named “The Mole”. when he meets Stan and his gang, Christophe only calms down once they mention they were sent by “that Gregory kid”. this seems to imply that Christophe is probably often hired by Gregory to do mercenary work. “mercenary work” is such a broad term though, bc it could mean literally anything so long as Christophe is paid for it. however, since Gregory is such a political revolutionary (and Christophe specifically says “viva la resistance”), fans have tended to have them working against corrupt governments or corporations. often in the form of assassinations and breaking into compounds.

hopefully that bit of information is helpful for you! again, I wish you the best of luck in continuing to write your script and with making art 👀 imo the true secret to making art is that art styles only exist in so much as that you find what works best at the moment. art styles change and that’s a good thing! unless you’re doing a webcomic I don’t think you necessarily need to find a “consistent” style (and even then it’s totally not required) ☺️

#always happy to hear that you’re having fun anon!!#tho I feel like we should come up w a snappier nickname besides ‘non sp fan’… would u like to be tma anon haha #south park #gregstophe

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