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mycupofteafanzine · 6 months

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My Cup of Tea contributor announcement: part 1!

We are excited to share our list of artists in the zine! You can also find our cosplayers and writers here. See below the cut for links to their socials and their answers to the question: Why do you love Martin?

Ghoulie | tumblr

Oh man, what's not to love? I fell for him immediately for his sweet nature and softness and ended up admiring his inner strength even more. I see so much of myself in him and he makes me want to be better by killing with kindness and finding beauty and love for others even in the loneliness.

Willow | tumblr twitter insta

martin is just a silly little guy. he is one of my favs of the tma cast bc i love his voice tbh LMAO

Bori | tumblr twitter insta tiktok

He's such a sweet character while also being an absolute bitch when he wants to and I just love that for him!! 80% of my love for him stems from "he's just like me fr" and the other 20 is just "he's so effortlessly funny, damn mister there's-a-door-in-the-way"

Charlie | tumblr

He absolutely steals the show--Where else are you going to find someone with an aficionado for spiders, tea, and lying? The perfect man's right here.

Pikachic | tumblr youtube

The second I heard his voice in podcast I was like “oh no I’m going to love this guy aren’t I” and I was right! I initially just liked him because he was the nice one, but I found myself relating to him a lot and I loved seeing his character arc unfold.

Wormthist | tumblr insta

I really enjoy his growth as a character over the series!

Elias | tumblr

I relate to him, I feel loneliness in a very similar way and I'm way too nice and forgiving to people who may not deserve it. When Annabelle said "Because you always managed to get what you wanted through smiles and shrugs and stammerings that weren’t nearly as awkward as they seemed." I had to reconsider a few things about myself. Also I adore whenever he gets to be a bit bitchy, he's just an interesting character overall.

Sprig | twitter insta

I love Martin because of how passionately loyal he is. It takes a truly special person to prefer the world ending over losing someone they love. He deserves as much love as he gives out.

Dol | tumblr

I’m bad at putting feelings into words, but let’s give it a shot. Martin is a well written and complex character, and his arcs throughout the podcast really gets to me— but in a good way! A lot of the things that he say in relation to the Lonely and general loneliness hits quite a bit close to home, and not to mention his responses to situations and the occasional comedic/light-hearted moments that just,, make him Him! He’s portrayed realistically to me (or, well, as realistically a horror anthology podcast can be), and is just,,, a really good character trying to make the best out of the situation he is given. But I get sad thinking about him so thinking of him being happy is also ideally the short version to this aha

Squeeney | tumblr insta

I really connected to his storyline with the Lonely and his overall struggle to be the one that 'keeps it together'. He's incredibly multifaceted, like many characters in TMA, and I love the way his character is explored through how others choose to perceive him and his actions.

GUTPUNKS | twitter insta neocities

squishy

saintmalev | twitter

He represents that we can all just but that little guy who can do great things and fall in love. The epitome of 'the littlest people can make the biggest difference'.

Ochre | tumbr ko-fi

he tries his best <3

yakov-ukha | tumblr

Great guy, hater of rollercoasters, overall exquisite person.

Lee | tumblr

Martin has been such a relatable character to me and thats why I first started liking him. I slowly fell in love with how silly, cute and sweet his character can be.

Hawkfurze | tumblr

I love him for being both a sweet character and being so so flawed, its much more interesting than the blundering sweetheart they could have went with

Butzenscheibe | tumblr

he's a great representation for all us people pleasers, those guilty of self isolation and people with hearts big enough for everyone but themselves. he is someone you're not sad to recognize yourself in and it's a thing of great importance

Jox | tumblr twitter tiktok

Mmmartin,,, Martin is a huge comfort character for me and I heavily relate to him alot, i love his character development over the series and his interactions/ appearances too. I found that he was the first character i started liking when first listening to the magnus archives !

Mossii | tumblr tiktok youtube

mmmmmmartin. I think he's an incredibly well written character. The way he interacts with and is affected by trauma is very well done, not to mention how it then changes the way he experiences and approaches relationships. Overall he's a very three-dimensional character, something that probably isn't easy to create with an audio-only format. Also he's sassy.

K.M. | tumblr

I��m accidentally a Jon kinnie so did I really ever have a choice? Big /jk there. An honest answer would have to be how much he kept surprising me- kept me coming back for more!

Gammija | tumblr insta

There's a lot of answers to this, but most of all I love how multi-faceted he is. He's kind, a people pleaser, he wants everyone to be happy, and he's passive aggressive and needs his alone time. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and he lies about stuff all the time. He avoids acknowledging the awful truth as long as possible, and he has already considered the worst case scenario. And on top of all that he likes spiders. Character of all time.

Xenoglssie | tumblr

I like that he’s sympathetic and emotionally intelligent, but also kind of really mean. He’s a really well written character.

Leland | tumblr insta

Because he's Martin!

Wyatt | tumblr insta

"I can't hear you, Elias, there's a door in the way" or whatever the quote is ywy

Taro | tumblr insta

I have a crush on him <3 also because he's such a multifaceted character with so many layers to him. I love his bitchy side and his sweet side. He's very dear to me and I relate to him in some aspects.

Candlecoo | tumblr

Martin is just such a strong character emotionally, he is the teams rock taking the blunt of everyone's (mostly Jon's) outbursts yet still comforts them when he can. He's not perfect but he try's. and I think that's rather admirable. He's also really funny and relatable too, but that's just an added bonus.

FateSpoiled | twitter insta

It's Martin, have you seen him? No but, for real, he's such a sweet character who goes through so much across each season, and grows from each experience. His character development from that soft, bumbling idiot (as John portrays him) into the Antichrist's +1 is beautiful to watch, and, quite frankly, I love his voice!

Starryspells | tumblr twitter insta

Martin is a character that slowly found his way into my heart! He has so much depth to him beyond first glance, and I really resonated with his story and feelings! I’m overwhelmed with gratitude at the opportunity to express my love for this character!

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themoonandotherslikeit · 4 years

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What the Rain Can’t Wash Away- Chapter Twelve

*FINAL PIECE IN THE LOOK IN HER EYES TRILOGY*

Sixteen years after Lucifer rose, and Dean lost his wife he finds himself with a teenager, a Nephilim, an angel, and his brother living out a Full House rerun with some seriously dark undertones. How will he be able to raise his daughter, fight monsters, and deal with the loss of the love of his life? Sometimes moving on is the hardest part, but with the Winchester’s there’s always something harder around the corner. Isn’t there?

Chapter Twelve, While You Were Asleep

Ella

It was dark and swirling, like I was falling. My arms flailed, trying desperately to grab on to anything around me. “Just seems like everything ends this way.”

“Dad?” I called out into the emptiness.

“Yeah.”

“Uncle Sam?”

“But we got one,” Uncle Sam said. “That counts for something.”

“We got one and there are thousands to take her place. Whose that guy who kept pushing the rock up the hill forever?”

“Sisyphus?”

“Yeah, him. I feel like him most of the time. Like we will be doing this forever,” Dad said sadly.

I reached for his voice, and urged my mind forward. Focus, El, or you’ll be falling forever. I focused on his voice. On his face. Dad, where are you?

“I’ll give you six months. Six months of bliss with your baby momma and then my hounds will come for you. That’s the best I can do, and I’m only that sweet because you look so damn pathetic.”

I closed my eyes and cleared my mind. I needed to probe through his memories. Where did you hide Michael?

“You’re the one, Sweetheart. It’s always been you. From the second I walked into that bar. It’ll be okay, because everything with us is right. You’re the only thing that’s right.”

Focus.

“Well, Mrs. Winchester, I could use the help. Step into my office?”

“In a minute. I want a famous house special.”

“Have you heard from Nel?” Dad asked.

Bingo. I focused my mind, and when I opened my eyes I stood in the bar. He sat at a table, his legs crossed at the knee, and his hands together. He wore my dad’s face, but he was a different man all together. “Michael.”

“It’s the littlest Winchester. How cute.”

I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms. “I’m not cute.”

He shrugged.

“We need to talk.”

Michael raised an eyebrow. “About what, may I ask?”

“I need you to get the hell out of my Dad’s head.”

“I’d love to.” He leaned forward, his leg dropping back to the floor. “But Daddy has me all locked up. I don’t suppose you’re volunteering?”

I pursed my lips and stood my ground. “No.”

“Because you would be a perfect vessel.” He stood up slowly, smoothing out his slacks. “A Winchester, a direct descendant, and the power of your mind… I can smell it from here.”

He wanted to scare me, and I wouldn’t let him. I was a Winchester, after all, and strength was in my blood. I put out a hand and focused. “Stop right there.”

He did. He fucking stopped, and I watched him press on his forward foot to try to move, and he couldn’t. He was stuck. “I’ll be.”

“That’s right,” I said, firmly. “I’ve got you.”

It hurt like a pain that I’d never felt before, to see a man who has caused so much pain wearing my father’s face. “He is a good man,” I said, not meaning to, entirely. “My father is a good man. He doesn’t deserve what you’ve put him through.”

“He said yes.”

“To save his family! To be honorable.”

“And that’s what you’re doing now?” Michael’s voice was like a hum, a low frequency, if I wasn’t on such high alert I would be lulled to sleep.

“Yes.”

He scratched his chin like he was considering my words. “You are an interesting girl, Eleanor. Your father does love you. I can tell. It’s all in here,” he said, tapping his temple gently.

“I don’t need you to tell me that. I already know.”

“You’d do anything to save him, wouldn’t you?” He tilted his head to the side like a curious dog. It made my blood run cold.

“Yes.” But he knew that already. Otherwise he wouldn’t have asked.

Ava

“What’s wrong with them?” I paced back and forth anxiously with my arms crossed as Castiel presses his fingers to my husband and daughters foreheads. “Jesus Christ just tell me something!”

“Sam, calm her down I need to focus,” Castiel said shortly.

“Ave, come here,” Sam said, pulling me into a familiar hug.

I wanted to squirm away and pace, because what the fuck, but I didn’t. I let him hug me, because I knew that he was just as worried as I was. I could give him some comfort, and that was worth something.

I walked out to find Dean. I didn’t want to fight with him, I never wanted that. Especially if we were really running out of time. When I came out I found them both on the floor passed out. “I can’t lose them,” I murmured into Sam’s chest.

“I know, Ave. Me neither.”

“Come on, Castiel.”

He sighed and stood up. “She’s confronting Michael.”

“What?!” Sam and I said together.

“We need to get her out of there!” I exclaimed, pushing away from Sam.

Castiel put his hand out. “We can’t. It’s too dangerous. Dean’s mind is very fragile. If any of us try to poke around in there the wall he put up around Michael could collapse.”

“It could collapse anyway,” I hissed.

“Ave, come on. She’s strong she...”

I could feel the sting behind my eyes, the flip of my stomach. I dropped to my knees between my daughter and my husband. I cradled Nel’s head in my lap, and I stroked her hair. “You can do this, baby girl. You’re a fighter.” I wiped one of my tears off of her cheek.

“Should we get them to a hospital?” Sam asked gently. “We don’t have the supplies to monitor them correctly here.”

I nodded quickly, reaching to take Dean’s limp hand in mine. “Yeah, we should.” There was danger between us. There always was the risk that we would lose each other. We did, over and over again. I just never expected it would end like that. That I would be the one left alone.

Sam reached down and picked up Eleanor effortlessly, her head resting against his shoulder. “Cas, you got Dean?”

I leaned down and held Dean’s face in my hands and pressed a kiss to his lips. “You come out of this or I will never forgive you.”

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“Hey, I got you a coffee,” Sam said, offering out a cup to me.

I sat, curled into a chair in the waiting room as the staff examined my comatose family. I took the cup and sipped the foam off the top. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He lowered himself next to me, his eyes locked on my face. “We haven’t really gotten a chance to talk since you’ve been back.”

My eyes flickered up to his. “I didn’t know if we should talk.”

“Why wouldn’t we?”

I reached out and touched his cheek. The scruff along his jaw, and the wrinkles on his forehead. “Just after everything with us.”

“That was a life time ago.”

“Not for me.”

We looked at each other, really looked at each other for the first time since I’d been back. He looked older, but in his eyes he was still Sam.

“It all has been so fast. A few days ago we were trying to stop Lilith and then I wake up and it’s been sixteen years. I know you’ve all gotten past what happened all that time ago, but for me it’s so fresh.”

“I’m glad you’re back, Ave.”

“Are you seeing someone?”

He laughed and ran his fingers through his hair. “Damn, right for the jugular.”

“Sorry, I’m nervous with everything… I don’t know. Just distract me.”

“Alright, yeah. I’m seeing someone.”

“Tell me about her.”

“Her name is Eileen… it’s kind of casual. She’s another hunter.”

I smiled.

“What?” He asked, his cheeks pink.

“I just remember when you wanted out of this life, but you look good, Sam. Really.”

“I did used to want out of the life, but I don’t know. Something changed in the last few years. I think I was meant for this, Ave.”

“I think so too.” I clasped my hands at my lap letting out a shaking breath. “God what’s taking so long?”

“I don’t know,” he said, standing up. “Cas made it seem complicated. It’ll probably take some time.”

“You seem pretty calm,” I commented. “Before you would’ve been hopping and ready to do anything to get him out of trouble.”

Sam smiled with only the left side of his mouth, his lips pressed tightly together. “I guess I’ve learned that we will either survive or we won’t.”

“You’ve stopped fighting,” I said helplessly, my heart sinking. That was the thing about the Winchesters, they were always fighting for each other. If Sam lost that… I didn’t know how they would ever recover from that.

“No.” He offered a wide grin. “It’s just not time for that yet.”

“Restraint.” I nodded softly. “Guess I need to learn some of that myself.”

“It’s hard.”

“It is. Sit back down.”

He complied and lowered himself back down next to me.

“How was it… raising Nel? I never thought I’d miss so much.” I could feel the sting in my eyes again, but I refused to fall to the impulse again. Every moment was extra time that I didn’t have before. I needed to be grateful for whatever I got. Even though losing them felt like dying all over again, but so much worse.

“It was really fucking hard,” he admitted with a light laugh. His eyes were focused off somewhere else, like he was looking into the past. “But it was damn rewarding, too. She never complained about the three of us raising her, and she never got in trouble. She’s a good kid. She’s smart and funny. She reminds me of you.” He elbowed me gently, lovingly.

“Ava Winchester?” Castiel asked, stepping into the lobby.

I raised an eyebrow at him, and Sam blinked a few times. “Why are you wearing a lab coat?”

“My name is Doctor Novak,” Castiel said slowly and awkwardly. “You can see your husband and daughter now.”

I shot Sam a glance and we both stood up, following Cas to the room. “What did you figure out?”

He shut the door behind us. “They’re all perfectly healthy. We have them on IVs to keep them hydrated, and catheters for urination.”

“Okay, Cas,” Sam cringed.

“They will be closely monitored, Ava. I don’t think there’s anything else we can do.” His voice broke as he spoke. He glanced at Dean with a longing that I felt myself. “All we can do now is wait.”

“Can I have some time with them?” I asked, swallowing back emotion as my eyes landed on my entire heart laying in two separate beds.

“Sure,” Sam said, putting an arm around Cas. “We will be back in a bit.”

I pulled up a chair between the two beds and covered my mouth with my hand. “Dean, I’m so sorry.” I took his hand and watched him. He looked like he was sleeping, his mouth barely open. If I didn’t know better I’d think he looked down right peaceful. “After all this time you’re going to do this. Why can’t we just have something normal, huh? Why can’t we just be? The world isn’t yours to save. Not just yours. Whenever I get you out of this we are done, okay? Apple pie life. Just you, me, and Nel. If Sam, Cas, and Jack want to come that’s fine, but no more hunting. No more risking our lives. No more saying yes to Arc Angels or the Devil…” My voice trailed off as I laid my head on his chest. I listened to the steady thrum of his heart as tears soaked his hospital gown. “How dare you bring me back just to leave me like this.”

Dean

“Eleanor Mary Winchester open the fucking door!” I shouting in my best authoritative Dad voice, my fist banging against the door that she slammed me behind when she locked me away in my own fucking mind.

I sighed. It was no use, I wasn’t getting out of here until she opened the door. Damn demon blood. Damn hormonal teenagers. Damn mother fucking Arc Angels. To say I was sick and fucking tired of it all was a huge understatement.

I remembered the bar in my head and Ave. Small moments of peace were all we got. Eleanor’s first steps, the first time she said dada, and the moments after where Cas was certain she was babbling it at him. Halloween costumes and pancakes. I had a life time full of those moments all broken apart from the things that I fight and at what fucking cost? I knelt at my father’s grave years ago and wept like a little girl. I asked him why even though I already knew the answer. I’ve always known. Chuck told me himself. We are his guys. We save the world. I should just be happy for what I’ve gotten. Fuck, I even got to see Ava one last time. That was more than I thought I’d ever get.

I remembered all the nights I stayed up praying to a god that doesn’t give two shits about one guy, just to see her one last time. I begged and beggin don’t look pretty on me. I just wanted to hear her voice. I wanted to see her and hold her. Fuck, I wanted to fight with her again and have that makeup sex we were so good at. I got that, but I guess I’m selfish because I want more. I want it all. I want the bar. I want retirement. I want to sit with Sammy, Cas, and the kids on the beach with Ava in my lap. I want to have another baby and watch her stomach swell and grow. I want to see my kid being born and hold the baby. I want it all.

But it doesn’t matter what I want. It never did. I had a bunker and a job to do. Be a dad and save the world. Over and over again until all the breath is knocked out of my body. Guess that time is now. At least it looked that way as I was staring at the thick mahogany door.

I considered trying to beat it down, but I knew my kid was too smart for that. “You’re grounded if I get out of this.” I said, weakly. She wouldn’t have a dad to ground her. I knew that, in my gut. I just hoped that she would come out alive herself. I tangled with Michael, and he wasn’t exactly the type to spare people.

Click. I saw the door swing open just a crack, the light from the room pouring in and over me. It started out like a thin line and then expanded the more the door creaked and swung open.

“Fuck,” I said, slowly standing and walking right into the bright, white light.

Ava

The door swung open to the room. “El.”

I turned to see Claire. Her black makeup was running down her cheeks. “I came as soon as I… oh my god.” Her voice broke, and I moved to make room for her. She ran and lowered herself next to Eleanor’s bed. “Hey, baby. I’m here. Okay?” She took El’s hand in her own.

“She’s stable,” I said, weakly with a smile.

“We don’t know anything else?”

“Castiel said she is fighting Michael. We just have to wait it out.”

Claire’s face crumbled in front of me, her cheeks and eyes growing red as she choked back a sob. “Damn it.” She turned back to Eleanor and touched her cheek. “You stupid, beautiful idiot. Why did you do it, huh? You can’t just leave things alone. You stubborn…” Her voice broke again.

I looked to Dean. I knew the feeling. If Claire loved my daughter half as much as I loved her father, then Claire and Nel would be fine. They’d make it through anything. I laced my fingers with Dean’s limp ones. We would all make it out. “She’s strong,” I reminded Claire, putting my other hand on her shoulder.

“She is,” she agreed, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. “You hear that, Winchester? You’re going to make it. You’re going to kick Michael’s ass and then we will go home together and watch any movie you want. Even Harry Potter for the thousandth time. I won’t even complain or make fun of their accents. I promise. How does that sound, huh?”

She was sleeping beauty laying peacefully on her back, her chest rising and falling gently with every breath, and her princess was there to save her. But the princess didn’t have all the answers. She leaned in and pressed a desperate kiss to Eleanor’s lips, and I half expected her to open her eyes.

She didn’t.

One Week Later

“How’s our girl?” Claire asked, pushing open the door to the hospital room.

“The same,” I said, smiling up over the novel I was trying to read.

“And Dean?”

I forced a smile. “Also the same.”

“Stubborn asses,” Claire complained, walking to Nel and placing a kiss on her forehead. “Just can’t wake up first, can you?”

I pressed my finger to my lip and pointed to Sam in the corner who was curled up on a chair with his laptop dead on the table next to him.

“How long?”

“A few hours now.”

“The bigger they are the harder they fall,” Claire said fondly.

“Have you heard back from Mary?” I asked, closing my book and placing it back in my purse.

“Not a peep,” she complained, sitting in her chair across from me. “I even went by her place today and she wasn’t there. Mother of the year that one.”

I sighed. “I bet they were devastated when she came back and didn’t live up to expectations,” I said, my stomach twisted with the worry that Eleanor would think the same about me.

“You can say that again. She didn’t want to go by Grandma, either. Just plain old Mary. She barely let the boys call her Mom, but you’ve seen Sam’s puppy dog eyes. Hard to say no to them.”

“You have no idea.” I let out a breathless laugh.

“If you want a break I can take a round,” Claire offered, touching my hand.

We bonded in the last week. We took turns leaning on each other when we couldn’t sleep. When watching them lifeless in front of us was too much.

“I don’t need a break, thanks though.” I rubbed my eyes, trying not to look as exhausted as I felt. “Have you heard from Cas?”

“No such luck. Last time he checked in he was still trying for a lead.” She sucked in her breath and looked back at Nel. “It feels hopeless.”

“Hey. If I learned anything from this family it’s that there’s always hope. Hope’s kind of the whole point.”

Claire’s eyes flickered back to mine and she nodded quickly. “I love her, Ava. I know you and Dean aren’t thrilled about her being with a hunter... but I love her. She’s got me in a way I didn’t think was possible.”

“I know exactly what you mean.”

“He never dated, you know.”

“He mentioned that.”

“He was always hung up on you. Made me think that there is just one love out there for each of us... and Ella’s it for me.”

“So...sappy.” A hoarse voice coughed next to me.

I turned slowly, not believing it as I met Dean’s green eyes. “Oh my god you’re awake.” I stood up immediately, pulling him into a tight hug. My heart was in my throat, and I knew I should be asking questions but I couldn’t. All I could do is hold him.

“Hey Ave.” He grunted as I squeezed him tighter.

“Hey back.” My voice was like a soft squeak in between tears, but I didn’t care. I pulled back and touched his cheek with my hand. “Are you okay? You were under for a week.”

“I’m good. What about El is she...”

Eleanor. A lump grew in my throat, and I turned my body slowly to her bed. Claire held her head. She was crying again, looking down at Eleanor. “She’s not waking up. Why isn’t she waking up?”

She laid her back down and turned to Dean, grabbing him by his gown. “Why the fuck did it have to be you that wakes up! You’ve lived and died more times than I can count! Why wasn’t it her?” She was losing it. Black mascara tears ran down her face. “She is my life. I can’t be without her. I can’t...”

“Hey,” a soft voice said. “Don’t kill him, okay?”

Claire’s fists released Dean’s gown, and he settled back into his pillow, his eyes wide.

“El.” Claire’s voice broke again. “You scared me so bad.”

“I’m sorry,” Eleanor said, smiling weakly. She looked completely warn out, as if she hadn’t been sleeping for the entire week. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Damn straight you will,” Claire said, holding her face and pressing an urgent kiss to her lips.

I turned to Dean and he wiped a tear from my cheek. He wrapped an arm around me. “Dean, what about Micheal?” I asked quietly against his ear.

He shook his head. “I don’t know what happened, Ave, but Micheal is gone.”

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Chapter Thirteen, When it Comes to You

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