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insomnia-productions · 3 years

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Kiss prompt:36 Jon x (1800s) Jonah

*Malevolent laughing*

36: "we can never be together" kiss

Ahhh thank you Elle! This probably isn’t what you had in mind, but I needed to drop in a bit of optimism, so here’s a Jon-as-Fanshawe AU!

“I can’t do this,” Jonathan says, and his voice is as ragged as the look in his eyes. “Every time I look at you, I see him - I see those things inside of him—”

“I didn’t do that,” Jonah whispers. “I didn’t put them there.”

Jonathan laughs, a brittle sound. “You didn’t put the eyes inside him, but Jonah, you did this to him. And you knew what you were doing, what you were condemning him to. And I cannot—” He stops, rakes a hand back through his hair. “This has to end now, Jonah.”

“What?”

“This - this institute, this affair you have with the darkness. Or—” He sucks in a breath, squares his shoulders. “Or us.”

It is only through years of practice that Jonah does not flinch. He makes his voice cold. “If you have something to say, then say it outright.”

The look Jonathan gives him is exhaustion and grief. “I don’t want to fight with you, Jonah. But we cannot go on like this - I cannot go on like this. I cannot stand by and watch you sacrifice everyone I care about to these powers you’re chasing - including yourself.”

“Get to the point, Fanshawe.”

“The Institute - or this.” He gestures to the space between them. “I need you to choose.”

Jonah is silent. They both already know what his answer will be.

Jonathan sighs. “Yes. I thought so. Then, this is farewell.”

He takes a step forward. Jonah jerks back before he can stop himself. “Don’t—”

He is silenced with a kiss. Featherlight, and controlled, and over too quickly. Jonathan doesn’t look at him as he walks away.

“Goodbye, Jonah.”

“Hello, Mr Bouchard.”

Jonah looks into the warm brown eyes of the interviewee on the other side of his desk, and feels an ache in his chest so sharp and so familiar that it threatens to overtake him. But Jonah has had two centuries’ worth of practice, and so he draws in a slow, controlled breath, and smiles.

Another chance.

“Hello, Jonathan. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Shall we begin?”

Another chance.

And this time, Jonah’s going to be more careful.

This time, Jonah’s not going to let him go.

#tma #jonelias #jonahshawe #is that... is that their ship name...?#im just gonna go with a blanket #jonjonah #prompt fill

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the-nottea-was-tentacles · 4 years

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Gilded Cage

Hey this is an AU that a few people in a discord I’m in were talking about!

Summary: Mordechai Lukas has found a man who can answer almost any question and wants to share this resource with his closest ally. Jonah Magnus is searching for answers but is distracted by pretty things. The Archivist has only known these walls and this room, for a very, very long time. JonJonah

“It doesn’t look like much,” Jonah said staring up at the drab-looking building, small and slate grey, crammed between two other small nondescript buildings. It was the same color as the sky above, both similar enough to the color of the snow on the road that Jonah expertly avoided as he left the carriage that they had arrived in.

“Did you think it was going to be made with marble and gold, Jonah?” Mordechai asked with a smirk, his hand going to cover the whistle that had been ever present around his neck for the past three weeks.

“I expected something a little more impressive than this, yes,” Jonah replied, annoyed. Getting to London at this time of year was no small feat, and he longed for his study back in Edinburgh, with its large fireplace and warm blankets.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head Jonah; it is much more impressive on the inside.” Mordechai said as he walked towards the door, Jonah having to lengthen his gait to keep up with the taller man.

Mordechai wrenched the door to the house open, and Jonah almost sighed as the warm air from within the building washed over him, Mordechai, of course, didn’t react, seemingly unbothered by the cold.

The door led through to a hallway, long but well lit with torches lining the wall every few feet. The walls all looked as if they were one stone, but carved into it were lines, so thin that Jonah couldn’t quite imagine how precise the tools needed to make them must have been. The lines all together made an image of spider web, coating the walls, ceiling and floor, all connected to each other. Jonah felt his eyes longing to follow the threads, to follow them to their sources, to Know-

Ah, but that is one way the Web catches its victims, and Jonah, would not be a fly.

“I believe that is what binds him here,” Mordechai said as Jonah finally tore his eyes away from the mesmerizing stone-carved webs. “I did ask him, but he would only answer one question for the payment I gave, and I was far more interested in the question I came to him with.”

Mordechai’s hand once again came to rest on the whistle around his neck. Was it the glee of finally having tracked it down that made Mordechai so focused on the artifact, Jonah wondered, or was the connection to the patron that Mordechai still refused to admit too?

“From what you were telling me, he barely made you pay anything for what you did ask,” Jonah said as they continued down the hall, quickly coming to a large dark wooden door. “Which is surprising, I’ve never known you to be stingy.”

“I gave him what he asked for, and he seemed satisfied by the trade.” Mordechai shrugged, “Perhaps he has an interest in old children’s tales, or perhaps he simply enjoyed my company.”

The snort that Jonah answered him with, was unbecoming of both of their stations. As was the shove that Mordechai responded in return with. But there was no one to see but the two of them, acting as the children they had once been, so long ago.

Eventually Mordechai drifted to the door and opened it as well, letting bright natural light into the room.

The first thing Jonah noticed about the room was the smell, old paper, dust and ink with the smokey scent of a lit fire. The second thing he noticed was how warm it was, if the hallway was a nice relief from the outside, this was where the heat was coming from. Just stepping into the room felt like being plunged into a freshly warmed bath.

Stepping fully into the room, Jonah had to stop himself from gasping at the high domed ceilings, that was at least two stories higher than the building had been on the outside. The walls were covered in bookcases, each bookcase full to the brim of books and journals, and in a few cases scrolls. And in the center of the circular room, there sat a desk. Large and overflowing and covered in loose paper and books.

Behind the desk sat a man, who was furiously writing something down in a bound book, glancing between it and a scroll he had laid out beside him.

The man was small and slight, even shorter than Jonah himself, and seemed almost tiny compared Mordechai. His long hair was bound back, and was dark, except for the strands of silver that ran through it, that put Jonah in the mind of spiderwebs.

His dress was most strange of all, instead of the proper waistcoats, breeches, stockings and cravats that both Jonah and Mordechai wore, the other man looked he stepped from the past. He wore a plain white Greek tunic with a dark green toga draped around his body that contrasted with his dark skin.

He was beautiful, like a talented artist’s rendition of Ganymede. Or perhaps considering the situation, it would be more apt to compare him to the Oracle of Delphi.

“Oh, Mister Lukas,” The man said, looking up as they drew near him. His hand still moved on the page, steady even as he looked away. “I see you found what you sought. Do you have another Question?”

“No not I,” Mordechai responded, motioning towards Jonah with his head. “My companion does, however.”

When Mordechai had explained to Jonah how the transaction would work, Jonah had thought of many different questions he would like the answers too. Were Smirke’s theories correct? How long have the entities existed beside humanity? Was there a way to put oneself, out of the reach of a certain entity?

But now in front of the man who could answer those questions, Jonah only had one question on his mind.

“I would Ask your name.” Jonah stated, a smirk playing at his lips as he watched the other man stiffen at his words. Mordechai, perhaps noticing Jonah’s tone sighed, leaning against a nearby bookshelf to watch.

“And what information would you give me in payment for such a Question?” The man asked in return, clearly unnerved. He had placed the quill he had been writing with in a nearby inkwell, now clearly fully focused on the conversation before him.

“My own name,” Jonah replied casually, meeting the other man’s eyes. They were beautiful as well, green to match the toga the man wore, but they seemed to have a glow to them. Perhaps a sign of his connection to the Beholding? Whatever reason, they suited him.

The man tilted his head, staring up at him. He seemed wrongfooted as if he was used to a certain script and Jonah had decided to improvise his part. Which to be fair, Jonah was, that was certainly not the question Jonah had planned on asking. The man’s confusion was quite adorable, Jonah decided as he watched the man bite his lip, before nodding.

“I will accept that payment,” The man paused, as if thinking hard, which in itself was interesting.

“I am the Archivist. I am also called the Beholding’s Voice, or the Keeper of Information. Once I was called The Mother’s Pet, by a very foolish young man, who I believe regretted it in the end.” The man paused, seeming hesitant, “I think I was also once called Jon, but I have very little information of that far back.”

“Jon,” Jonah tasted the name, smiling at how the Archivist’s eyes grew wide at it coming from Jonah’s mouth. How long had it been since another voice had used it? Jonah stepped closer to the desk.

Once he stood opposite of the Archivist, he held out a hand to him, palm up. The Archivist stared at it hesitantly before slowly placing his own hand upon it. Jonah brought it to his lips and placed a soft kiss on its back.

“It is so nice to meet you, Jon, my name is Jonah Magnus.” He said as he lowered their hands, not able to hold back a smirk as he noticed the dark blush of the Archivist’s cheeks. He used his thumb to stroke the side of the Archivist’s hand, noticing the man tremble slightly as he did so. Jon pulled his hand away after a moment and Jonah allowed him to do so.

Mordechai stood up from where he had been leaning as he watched them, taking out his pocket watch, and checking the time.

“Jonah, we must leave if we are to make Robert’s dinner party,” Mordechai’s tone was such that it made it clear that he would much rather stand there and watch Jonah flirt than spend even a minute in Smirke’s presence.

Ah, what Jonah did to keep up appearances.

Jonah hummed slightly in answer, before bowing his head towards the Archivist as he stepped back away from the desk, not turning away.

“Till we meet again, Jon.”

“You’re coming back?” Jon asked, eyes still wide, swiftly rising to his feet, but staying behind the desk that he had sat at.

Jonah chuckled, as he glanced around the room. A beautiful well-lit library, with a thousand kingdoms’ secrets; it was hard to imagine a more gilded cage. And at its center, the sweet little songbird the cage was crafted for. How long had Jon existed here, alone, but for those willing to trade their secrets and stories?

Jonah had always loved beautiful things, and the Mother of Puppets had held this one long enough.

Perhaps it was time this songbird found a new owner.

“Yes, I think I might be.”

#tma #jonelias #jonjonah #jonah magnus #mordechai lukas #jon sims #hot!jon rights #my writing

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ash-rabbit · 3 years

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Mmm the brain executives are fighting again.

Abitc 11 is 16 pages and counting which is a nightmare that never wants to end it seems.

And instead of finishing that, I wrote a 7 paged script, a 6 paged script (that is absolutely going to be ripped apart and shoved into various other scripts), 1 page of poetry when I don't even like poetry?? (Repurpose that nugget for a short story I suppose) and of course 4 pages for another TMA au that is 25% spite but that's normal for me.

Even worse is the massive regency au (also TMA) that's been haunting me for the past month. Which is going to be so niche on account of it being hopefully actual gothic and steeped in the period, being JonJonah due to the proposed genre, and only being tangentially related to the actual show.

#ash rambles #putting this here in hopes of my will to finish chapter 11 crops up #I texted a friend about the poetry thing and they just went #oh you're really going through it #at the very least it wasn't the urge to rewrite sixty page and add another ten at least #that's on a back burner for a reason #abitc #tagging that so all of you know what's up I suppose #my dumb idiot self considered doing the tma bigbang #as if I can ever finish something in a timely manner #is it executive dysfunction if I'm still completing things??#i mean probably #not maintagging because that's rude

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sparky-is-spiders · 9 months

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Tell me ur jon/jonah thoughts

I'm afraid that, while I have many Jonjonah thoughts, they're mostly incoherent snippets of ideas floating around in The Brain Soup. There's a couple varieties, mostly of my brain going "But what if..." -insert idea here- and then refusing to elaborate further.

Personally I'm very fond of AUs where Jon is also a regency man with an interest in the supernatural and they have a corruption arc together. I think they should go around London investigating statements and rumors of supernatural happenings. I like the idea that they were the only people doing research for the institute while it was still getting off the ground, and a lot of their correspondence and journals and papers would've been preserved (although most would be inaccessible/unknown to institute employees). Not sure how Jon would be surviving through the centuries though. Equally enchanted by the idea of him bodyhopping the way Jonah did, just being immortal as the Archivist, and hiding under the tunnels as a weird fucked up monster (I very much love monster Jon).

I've also seen a few AUs where Jonah finds Jon hanging out under Alexandria or something and bringing him back to London to be his Archivist (and maybe also help end the world a little bit). Everyone else is baffled and horrified but Jonah is smitten.

I am also weak to time-travel and/or universe-hopping shenanigans, either post s4 where Jon has to reckon with the Jonah he knew vs the (past? present?) version of Jonah. I think the most fleshed out (read: could be described in more than two sentences) idea I have for this would rely on a rewrite of s5 (at least the ending). I saw a couple posts about TMA ending with Jon trying to go through with his plan only for Martin to decide to kill him (rather than Jon volunteering to die in the hopes they'll end up somewhere else). Between those posts, a handful of "post-s5 Jon ends up in Jonah's time" AUs I've seen kicking around (mostly @/Paptato's "A Game of Cat and Mouse" and @/sm0kebreaks' "My Dear Jonah"), and my desire to see Jon succeed with his plan and kill the fears, my brain came up with the idea "what if Jon tried to get Jonah to do an apocalypse so he can kill the fears for good?" (Note: I often struggle to grasp what would and wouldn't be in character for characters that aren't mine, and this AU in particular may come across as somewhat (or very) OOC for Jon). It's mostly predicated on the idea that, having been betrayed by his friends and his partner for their own selfish ends, Jon came to the conclusion that the fears had to be stopped, and he was quite possibly the only person who both could and would, and wiping out humanity through a fearpocalypse would be the best way to destroy them for good. Thus he enlists Jonah's help in his armageddon quest (conveniently leaving out the part where Jonah would not actually live forever). From here the details get sort of fuzzy (is Jonah the archivist now? is it the Sims Institute?). Mostly I like to imagine them alone in the panopticon, watching the fears wither and starve, waiting for the end. Of course, I'm really not sure Jon would ever do... any of that? Maybe if his corruption arc went further, but I'm not sure the Jon we're given would willingly pursue the end of the world, especially after already being used to end it once. Also not convinced that he'd be very good at the subtle manipulation that would be required. However, I am still somewhat enamored by the concept of Jonah meeting stranger who clearly isn't quite human (possibly helping him recover from hopping realities?), enamored and intrigued by this mysterious person who promises eternal safety for Jonah if only he would help them. I think Jon might come to genuinely love and see some of himself in Jonah, but not enough to change anything. Honestly obsessed with relationships where there's this deep, intimate understanding between two characters, who are mostly on their own/disconnected from the other people around them, but there's still this yawning distance between them that they can't ever quite cross, and I think this specific AU could play into that really well.

#I'm afraid most of my thoughts about jonships are actually only about Jon #and also my ability to write romance is stunted #also I haven't listened to TMA in a while #and am very unsure of my ability to write about characters that aren't mine #(unlike my Wretched Lizards I cannot simply make up new lore/personality traits for Jon every time I get a shiny new idea)#I'm generally better/more comfortable with AUs than with meta/analysis #(again my bastard lizards are an exception to this rule)#but yeah usually what happens is. My brain latches onto an idea. I become too obsessed to stop thinking about the idea but not confident #enough in my understanding of the characters to go much further than the premise and a handful of short scenes #and so I just have a bunch of general ideas floating around in the Soup. (this is what happened to my favorite jon crackship #(jon x og!elias) an idea that came from nothing and makes no sense but is almost constantly in my thoughts)#but yeah anyway. Fond of Jonjonah #I've got a couple of fic recs if anyone's looking for them (but do keep in mind that I am Not discerning and will basically read anything #with those two with very few exceptions)#but yeah anyways. Thank you for the ask!!!!#also sorry it took me a bit to answer #needed to get my thoughts in order because otherwise I would've only been able to respond with garbled screeching noises

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the-nottea-was-tentacles · 4 years

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I vote Jon's soulmate be Jonah, for the drama of it all. Jon has gone through his life with minimal relationships and a dead man's name on his wrist. He hasn't been able to find any historical precedent for it, but surely the Magnus Institute has answers? It's their founder! Elias could totally play on Jon's loneliness. He'll never even meet the man, no one will look twice at him, etc. And Jonah will know for a fact that his soulmate is marked for HIM, and no one else.

God, Jon learning everything he can about Jonah, desperate for any connection to him. Is he jealous of Fanshawe, Barnabas, and Smirke, for getting to know the man that Jon never got to meet? Does, once he knows about the powers, feel that his connection to Jonah is just one more thing that makes him a monster?

Young researcher Jon, on his break, staring up into a portrait of Jonah that hangs in the library, (one of many because you will never convince me that they aren’t every where in the institute) when a hand gently comes to rest on his shoulder.

“Our founder really was a fascinating man, wasn’t he?” Elias asks, as Jon turns to look up at him. Elias meets his eyes, smiling, before turning back to the portrait. “We still have a few of his private correspondences, kept safe up in my office if you would like to view them, Jon.”

“Yea-um, yes Mr. Bouchard, I would like that a lot.” Jon smiles back at him, a faint blush on his cheeks.

#jonelias #jonjonah #anon asks #soulmate au #Anonymous

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the-nottea-was-tentacles · 4 years

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Thinking about that one comic I reblogged a few days ago with Jonah choosing Martin as his next body and how interesting an AU that would be.

Technically it would have to have a lot of hand waving as to how Jon doesn’t just Know what Jonah has done, and the risk of Jon Knowing his plans is why canonly he avoids Jon in s4.

But considering that Jon all but admits to himself that he has a crush on Martin at the end of s3? You know Jonah would take advantage of that, plus it means his Archivist’s attention is on him, where it belongs.

#jonelias #or jonjonah technically #au ideas

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the-nottea-was-tentacles · 4 years

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TMA Portal AU

“-and just how is this my fault?!” Martin asked as he used his portal gun to carefully brush away the cobwebs in his way.

“If you hadn’t decided to work with Peter to kill me, again I might add, would we be stuck down here Martin?” The potato battery at the end of his portal gun answered in a tinny mockery of the AI’s normal voice. “No, I would be in control of my Institute, and you would be doing tests, if you hadn’t mange to fling yourself into acid yet, of course. A much more positive outcome for everyone.”

Martin sighed, arguing with Elias never had gotten him far, and right now Elias had even less power than he did. He stepped around some broken looking machinery, that in its rusted down state it was impossible to guess at what it had once did.

“Where even are we?” Martin asked after the silence had lingered in the air for slightly to long, surveying a jump he would have to make and judging it slightly to far, he would need some altitude.

The AI sighed, annoyed. “Under my Institute. Did you hit you head on the way down? Humans are so fragile; my Magnus Science Quantum Tunneling Device better be completely unharmed.” What Elias would do if it wasn’t, since he was currently stuck in a potato was left unsaid.

“I know we’re under the Institute,” Martin snapped back carefully climbing up some step metal stairs. “The fall from that elevator is a little hard to forget, if it wasn’t for my boots, I would probably be dead.” That that would have left Elias to have been eaten by a bird was left unsaid. “But this is a little much to be a storage basement!”

Now at a ledge far above a white painted floor, Martin shot a blue portal below him and then as he stepped off the platform and began to fall towards it, an orange portal at a far-off wall. The added velocity was enough, flinging him toward his goal point and landing him safely on a metal grating in front of a half rotted away wooden door. Martin had to use his full weight to push it all the way open, but when he did it opened to an office with what once must have been comfortable and plush chairs but were now rotted and motheaten.

“-here we take your statement on how the testing went!” A voice crackled out from a nearby speaker as Martin entered through the door. “This allows us extra data on how the testing is affecting the participants as well as showing us the different ways to work through tests.” The voice that had spoke was nice, with a tone that was professional but friendly.

“What my dear Archivist means to say is that-“ Another voice chimed in this one with a slight hint of familiarity that made Martin frown, but then sputtered out as the speakers finished using what little power they kept all these years.

“My dear Archivist.” Elias repeated in a tone that Martin had never heard him use before. It sounded soft but confused as if Elias was trying to figure out a complex puzzle.

Suddenly the light in the potato, that Martin had been thinking of as Elias’s eye, seemed to light up brighter.

“We are in the Archives.” Elias’s voice was low, but with a tone to it that if Elias was human, Martin would classify as hungry. “We need to reach their center.”

“Is there a way back up to the rest of the Institute in the center?” Martin asked confused by the AI’s sudden shift in mood. There was signs up in the room they were in pointing directions to the rest of the Archive so it shouldn’t be hard, but there was something about Elias’s tone that unnerved him.

The AI paused, clearly thinking over his words before he said them. “There might be. But if not, we will be able to find one. The Archives takes in all data the Institute creates, cataloging and storing it. It should have a way back up to the surface. It might also have a way to disengage Peter from my systems before he does irreversible damage.”

Martin sighed and shifted his portal gun. ”Well then, I guess the only way is forward.”

#tma #the magnus archives #portal au #past jonelias #or jonjonah technically #fanfiction

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