#the m/agnus a/rchives

[waterfallofspace]

What A Way To Start A Year

T/im learns a little something about karma, friends, and care. Seems even J/on isn't quite as cold as he seems.

A M/agnus A/rchives fic, set somewhere pre-season 1. Shouldn't have any spoilers, but proceed with caution just incase~ (nothing late game, just character dynamic things)

Welcome to "I meant for this to be a little drabble and I wrote 3k words"~ Having a bit of hyperfixation and burn out as I started this new year, soooo I decided to make T/im suffer <3 Not promising quality seeing as I wrote this all in the span of tonight, but consider it a lil 'too long' drabble, and happy new years!

Best way to start off the new year, giving one of your lil guys a lil snz <3

Characters: T/im, M/artin, S/asha, and J/on. Word Count: 3.9k

(CW: There is some swearing, and light descriptions of high fevers)

Christmas had been good this year, maybe the best it had in a long time. Life of the party as always, Tim had enjoyed getting to spend it with his old, and new, colleagues. On top of that, Jon had been laid up with a pretty awful cold for a couple days leading up to it, so he wasn’t around to crush any brilliant ideas Tim came up with. 

This led to the budget receiving a fairly substantial hit, though many researchers donated to the cause when they learned this borrowing wasn’t exactly approved. Hell, even Elias had pitched in, claiming something or other about ‘archivists fit for the job not exactly growing on trees’, and wanting to ‘save some of Jon’s sanity’. 

“Tim? Are you even listening to me?”  

Pulled back to the conversation at hand, Tim lifts his gaze to the taller man fidgeting nervously in front of him. Martin was never one for confrontations, and usually the first ‘no’ would have been more than enough to lead to a string of apologies for even asking. Today however, he seems to have grown a spine. At the worst possible moment. 

“Oh come on,” Martin continues, missing the groan slipping from Tim’s throat. “Even Jon agreed to it!” 

“I’m not really in the party mood,” Tim retorts, leaning back in his chair. “Besides, Jon didn’t agree to celebrate, he agreed not to stop the celebration. Not the same thing.” 

From across her desk, Sasha gives a low chuckle. “He’s got you there, Martin.”

“Can you at least give it a little thought before turning it down?” Martin insists, completely out of character for someone usually so eager to please. 

What the hell has gotten into him today? He didn’t even seem to enjoy himself that much at the Christmas party. Sure, he had a few drinks and mingled with the staff, but he’d left as soon as it was over, not waiting around for chatting like Tim and Sasha.

Clearing his throat with a grimace, Tim casts Sasha a dark look as she chuckles again. Knowing far too much, as usual. Especially when it came to him. If it was anyone else, Tim would hate it with all his being, but given that it’s Sasha… well it’s a welcome invasion. 

Still, it would be nice if she didn’t rat him out. And to Martin of all people, well let’s just say he saw what happened when Jon was sick. Yeah, passing on that one. Attention is great, Tim lives for it, but the coddling? Not really his style. 

“hiEH– guh…”

Damn, that had been a close one. Thankfully Martin seems oblivious, though Sasha sits up in her chair, reaching down into a drawer to fish something out. 

Turning his focus back to Martin, Tim provides an offer, desperate to just have the interaction come to an end. 

“Fine, I’ll show up, but I don’t want any part in planning it.” 

“Oh of course, I’ll handle all the details, I mean it’s just a new years party, how much can there really be to do? I mean food, timing, gotta make sure we have keys to the building– oh but if Jon’s there, that shouldn’t be a problem…” Martin says, rambling beginning to fade into the background as Tim finds himself unable to- 

“hH– ek’CHhiew!” 

“-Oh, bless you!” Martin says, his own thoughts long forgotten. 

Unable to get a word out, Tim merely waves a hand, ducking into his shoulder for another, “eTChhew!” 

“Bles-” 

And another, “iTSChh’ew!” 

“Oh ble-” 

And another, “ehh– kTChh’iew!” 

Silently Sasha stands, handing Tim a pack of tissues. Must have been what she was looking for in the desk. Once again, knowing more than she should, of course she picked up on his patterns. 

Accepting them gratefully, Tim pulls a few out and roughly rubs at his nose, pointedly avoiding Martin’s worried gaze. Gripping his still trembling nose through the tissue, Tim sucks in a tight breath through his teeth, holding for a beat, before finally spinning around in his chair for a final- 

“hH’ETCSHh-ieuw! Whew, bless me.” 

Martin’s hands are fidgeting again, seemingly unsure of what to do with himself as Tim gives his nose a light massage through the tissue. He’s aware enough not to point it out, but is nearly shaking with the effort of suppressing his concerns. 

With a sigh, Tim meets his eyes. “I’m fine, Martin. I always sneeze like that.” He leaves out ‘when I’m sick’. It also happens if he’s suffering allergies, though he doubts that would be a point in his defense given it’s the middle of winter. 

“Yeah he’s not kidding,” Sasha pipes up, throwing Tim a wink as he glares. “You should hear him in spring, once it starts he can be going for hours.” 

“I wouldn’t say hours, Sash-” 

“Remember the cherry blossom incident?” Sasha interrupts, sending a sugary smile over to Martin. “He was wrecked for the rest of the day, I was almost certain he was never gonna stop. Even considered giving a statement here, that reaction was almost supernatural.” 

Tim winces, an audible moan slipping from his lips. “We swore to never speak of it again.” 

Sasha laughs, Tim giving her another playful glare from behind his tissues. “You swore that, I did no such thing.” 

Thankfully Martin doesn’t pry, having enough common sense to offer a polite chuckle, and offer some excuse about ‘planning’. Still, he can’t help himself from shooting a meek “I hope you feel better soon” over his shoulder, Tim giving him finger guns in return. 

“This is karma, you know,” Sasha calls after Martin’s outside earshot. “You took pleasure in Jon’s suffering, so now it’s your turn to suffer the same fate.” 

“No, thi- eTChhew! Scuse me,” Tim says, rubbing his nose with the tissue one last time before depositing it in his nearly overflowing trash can. Another tissue is plucked as his eyes begin to water, nostrils flaring with reckless abandon. Never just one. 

“kTChh’uew! hh’iTChh –uew! Tihhckles… eTCHh! etchh’uh! hiehh–” 

The last one toys with him, tracing the rims of his nostrils, back up his sinuses, a gentle itch that seems to burn against every inch of his nose. Finally, with a desperate gasp, Tim ducks into his wrist for the last, “heh’ATChhh –iew!” 

“Many blessings. Sounds like you need them,” Sasha offers with a wince, tossing another pack of tissues over, which Tim catches with a single hand, the other still gripping his nose. 

After taking a moment to clean himself up, Tim shoots her his signature smile, ignoring the eye roll she shoots back. “Where was I?” 

“Admitting this is karma?” 

“It’s not karma, it’s lack of common sense. Going to a party where a coworker is sick, and still drinking and eating the same meals” Tim says, aiming a rough cough into his sleeve. 

Sasha winces once more at the quality of the cough, hands rummaging through her drawers once more as she tosses a reply back. “And yet you’re the only one who caught it. Seems like karma to me.” 

Closing the distance between them in a single stride, Sasha places a hand on Tim’s shoulder, voice softening. “It’s two days till new years, why don’t you go home and try to get some rest? I doubt Martin will object, and I’ll cover for you with Jon.” 

Before Tim can form his rebuttal, Sasha places a box of paracetamol and a jar of vapor rub in front of him. Nodding his thanks, Tim lets out another harsh cough into his arm, leaning as far away from Sasha as he can manage. 

With a light rub to his shoulder, Sasha walks to the door, holding it open with a pointed look. “Go home, you sound awful.” 

“Alright, alright. I got the message. hH’ETchhiew!” Tim says, gathering his care package and beginning his walk down the hallway. 

“If I hear the rest of that fit happening in this building, I’m telling Martin how ill you really are,” Sasha calls after him, a smile flashing over her face as Tim holds up his hands in mock surrender, before ducking back into his arm with another muffled burst. 

— 

“You look horrible.” 

Tim manages a weary smile from behind the tightly wound scarf. “Thagk you.” 

Martin winces, standing in the doorframe, seemingly oblivious to the winter chill soaking into Tim’s bones. Even just the walk from the train station was hell on earth, standing out here is doing him no favours. 

Turning away with a throat scraping cough, Tim manages to clear the congestion enough to finish the sentence somewhat understandably. A great feat, given how fast his voice is retreating. “May I remind you that I’m only here because you insisted.” 

“Right, well I… I didn’t know how bad-” Martin begins, realizing spreading across his face like a wildfire as a chill leaves Tim breathless. “Oh god, I’m making you freeze to death while you’re already this sick, I’m so sorry, come in, I’ll go make you a tea.” 

Tim nods his thanks as he piles inside the warm institute, cursing his aching lungs as each breath of warm air seems to burn them from the inside out. Martin rushes away, nearly crashing into a few researchers as he makes his frantic dash for the kitchen. 

The scarf is reluctantly removed, a shudder running through Tim’s back as the warm air does nothing to soothe what he’s now certain is a growing fever. A few researchers wave to him, offering some idle chit-chat as he makes his way inside.

For the most part, people give him a wide berth, apparently he looks as bad as he feels. Tissues in hand, gripping them like a lifeline, Tim finds his way to a couch and lets himself sink into it. The party buzzes around him, fading into background noise. 

Martin returns soon after, the mug vibrating slightly as he attempts to steady his hand. “I wasn’t sure what kind you’d want, we have a pretty limited amount, but I have a few extras in my desk– oh I could have probably found one for colds and flus, I’m not sure which this is, I thought cold before but you look-” 

“Martin,” Tim interrupts, voice cutting uncomfortably through his raw throat. “Can I have the cup?” 

“Oh, right, sorry!” Martin says, a sheepish grin crossing his face, nerves more than anything else, as he hands Tim the mug. Tim gives another appreciative nod, taking a cautious sip. 

The warm liquid feels like heaven against his throat, and he barely manages to choke back a whimper. The flavour is still a mystery, Martin never actually got to that part. Given how little he can taste at the moment, seems it’s gonna remain that way. Still, the heat beginning to warm his chest is a welcome relief, and Tim has to fight to keep his eyes from drifting shut…

“Watch out!” 

The voice rouses him, his eyes snapping open just in time to witness Jon dropping to his knees in front of the couch. The realization doesn’t sink in for another minute, Tim blinking the tired from his eyes and trying to figure out why people are staring… and why there’s a hand on his finge– 

Oh, the tea. Thankfully Jon’s reflexes seemed to kick in just in time, his hands guiding Tim’s cup to the table next to him. Judgement clouds the boss's eyes as he turns back, fully ready to chastise Tim, no doubt. Jon opens his mouth, one hand beginning to point, but as his eyes scan Tim’s form, his demeanor changes instantly. 

“You don’t seem well.” Jon’s voice is still firm, but with a hint of something Tim can’t quite place. On anyone else, he’d call it concern. On Jon… perhaps concern isn’t far off, though the underlying criticism of the statement irritates him. 

“I wonder why that could be? It’s almost as if someone came to the Christmas party sick enough to fall asleep standing. Twice.” Tim says, sarcasm lining his words, alongside the congestion he can’t seem to fully shake. 

“Well in that case,” Sasha chimes in, cheerful voice a natural antithesis to the misery coursing through Tim’s system. “Seems you’re halfway there!” 

“Hey, I was lying down, that’s hardly the sahh… same thing– hH’ETchh!” 

“Here we go,” Sasha says, already turning on her heel to find a tissue box as Tim’s hitches increase in desperation. 

“aHTChh’ew! gn’tchhew!” 

“Bless,” Jon offers, a brief confusion crossing his face as Sasha laughs, shaking her head. 

“He’s not done,” She says, handing over the tissue box. 

Tim grabs for it blindly, too caught up in the fit to even attempt dignity. Still, the eyes on him do leave him with a hint of embarrassment, and the onslaught is muffled as best he can manage. “hH’MMpshhew! eMPFShh’ieh! hh’MFSHhueh!” 

Blessings sound out from the room, Tim managing to wave a hand towards the ones offering them, eyes still watering. As the fit seems to stall, he lowers his tissues, red nose now visibly twitching. 

“Are you alright?” Jon asks, the hint of concern from before now plainly evident. That’s frankly more alarming than it should be, and Tim finds himself wanting to… reassure the boss. 

“I’m okay, it’s juhh… j-just… huhh–” But it seems his nose has other plans, a tissue being raised once more as Tim paws at the appendage. “‘Scuhhse me, I still have… hahhve to… to… hiHh– eTCHh’ew! hk’ASCHh–oo!” 

This time the tickle fades with the final pitchy sneeze, Tim letting out a low groan as he mashes his nose into the ever growing collection of tissues he’s clutching. A few people call out final blessings, Sasha laughing out hers as Tim’s face goes red once more. 

Martin picks this time to enter the room with drinks, Tim letting his eyes flutter shut as the focus shifts off his misery. A gentle touch keeps him from drifting off to sleep, prying open an eye to find Sasha settling onto his left. 

“Careful, don’t want to catch this,” Tim manages, leaning against his right shoulder to muffle another stream of chesty coughs. Sasha winces as it goes on past the realm of comfort, her hand finding his back. 

“Don’t worry about me, I haven’t earned this cold, I didn’t make use of Jon’s or your suffering,” She says, the playful tone not masking the growing worry in her posture. 

While she can read him like a book, she’s no mystery to him either. The tension in her fingers, absentmindedly stroking patterns on his back. The way she subconsciously tries to support his body weight, despite them both sitting. The look in her eyes when he manages to stall the coughing long enough to meet them. 

With this brief respite from the attack, Sasha takes the chance to bring Tim’s tea back, his fingers wrapping around the warm mug. The first few sips burn, his lungs protesting, begging to return to their efforts to expel all the irritation. By the third, however, the warmth is spreading once more, easing the spasms. 

“Alright?” Sasha asks, beginning to stand from the couch. Tim nods his reply, taking another slow sip. “Think you’ll make it till midnight? We’ve still got a few hours to go.” 

He nods his approval again, not yet trusting his voice enough to make an attempt. Sasha simply smiles, easing back into the party that– Tim had almost forgotten existed. That fever must be worse than he thought, given how loud it is. A fact that’s now pounding against his head in harmony with his heartbeat. 

The party continues on, Sasha and Martin taking turns checking in on Tim as he slips rapidly in and out of consciousness. Seconds turn to hours, and before he knows it, it’s two minutes to midnight. 

As Tim blinks against the harsh fluorescent lighting, it’s Jon that stands before him, hand hovering near his side. Tim begins to speak, breaking off into a cough as his voice comes out rough with sleep and congestion. 

“What’s up boss?” He manages with the second attempt, not missing Jon’s wince at the nasal quality. 

“You simply look… well, the festivities are nearly over, I was just inquiring as to…” Jon seems to get stuck, eyes wandering down to the couch as he finishes. “I know you took the train here, I was seeing if you needed an escort home.” 

“How kind, I’d be delighted to have your accompaniment,” Tim responds, the wit clouding the fact he… hadn’t actually considered needing to go home. Jon seems to take this answer as satisfactory, ignoring all the sarcasm as he gives a tight nod and an out of practice smile. 

From across the room Martin calls out, something about a countdown. Tim attempts to pull himself to a stand, finding Sasha’s arm around his waist, guiding him to the wall. Leaning against it, he lets his rough voice join the chorus as they count into the new year. 

Despite how the lights and noise had pounded into his skull, everyone chanting in unison helps Tim realize that… there actually aren’t that many people here. Aside from his coworkers, there’s only a few researchers, and Elias is not in attendance.

Honestly, thank whatever cosmic being may exist for that one, he had been none too fond of Jon’s arriving sick. Tim shudders to think what he would have said about this state. He shouldn’t have come, but… something about how insistent Martin was… well he just couldn’t disappoint that loveable idiot. 

Somehow Tim finds he’s managed to keep up with the counting, despite being worlds away in his thoughts. As they approach the final numbers, a feathery sensation begins to spread through his nostrils- no. 

Absolutely not, this is not the time. It’s never just one, there’s not enough people here, someone’s gonna notice. And I mean, it’s not like he’s hiding the fact he feels like death, but… drawing that much attention is also not the goal. 

“Five! Four!”

“hiehh- h’ngTchh!” He manages to stifle the first, the congestion pounding in his head as the tickle seems to only get worse. 

“Three! Two!” 

“I cad’t– nNDtch! nGTCh’uh!” 

“One–” 

As the cheers begin to erupt, Tim ducks into the tissues with a scraping, “ehg’TCHhiew!” 

“Happy new years!” 

“yiEShh’iew! etchh’uh! hH’AESHH –oo!” Tim dips into his hands again, managing to sink down against the wall as he lets out a congested blow, ending the fit.

“What a way to ring in the new year,” Comes Sasha’s voice, her form blocking the light from Tim’s eyes as he looks up, fever blurring his vision.

“Shud ub.” 

“Christ Tim, you sound awful,” Jon adds, his form appearing behind Sasha’s. 

“Thagks boss,” Tim retorts, groaning as he notices a third form, Martin’s nervous fidgeting easy to spot even from this angle. Martin remains silent, though his eyes seem to hold more concern than any of them, and… guilt? Or maybe that’s just the delirium. 

Glancing up to meet Sasha’s gaze, Tim offers a weary, “Tibe to go hobe?” 

She nods softly, kneeling to help him to his feet, Martin wordlessly taking his other arm. Jon stands off to the side, hesitating. What for, who knows. All Tim can focus on is one step after the other, just gotta make it home, then he can sleep. For the rest of forever, at this rate. 

As they get to the door, Martin helps wrap the scarf around Tim’s neck, forcing him to lift it from its perch against Sasha’s shoulder. Sasha, for her part, supports his weight with ease, she was always stronger than she looked. 

Martin keeps casting glances towards Tim, obviously fretting over something. Too tired to manage his usual charm, Tim gives Martin the softest look he can manage. “Jusd say id, please. You’re makigg me nervous.”

“I’m so sorry I asked you to come, you’re obviously so unwell, and I know I didn’t really know that at the time, but I should have, or at least texted and checked in, I just… I wanted us all to get along so bad and I thought if you came it would mean more fun because you’re always so lively and good at talking to people and-” 

Tim holds up a hand, eyes glazing over as Martin stops short, breath coming almost as rapidly as Tim’s. After a minute goes by, Martin starts to open his mouth, seeming confused by the interruption, before nearly jumping out of his skin as Tim ducks into his fist. 

“eTCHh’ew! hH’YEAShh –iew! Sorry, I feld those cobigg… waid– hih’ETCHhew! heAYSHh’oo!” Tim ducks down again, Sasha grabbing him tighter to support the harsh shudders as he attempts to keep his balance. 

“Oh bless you,” Martin offers, voice coming out timid. Tim gives him, what he hopes is, a warm smile despite the fever taking hold of the last corners of his mind.

“If I didn’t wanna cobe, I would have stayed hobe. I dod’t blame you.” 

Martin nods silently, a relief seeming to flood his face. Taking his place once more supporting Tim, they move towards the exit. Opening the door, the first wave of cold floods the entryway, and a chill so violent runs through Tim that both Martin and Sasha take a step back to brace him. 

It’s now that Jon speaks up, voice strained with a type of worry Tim hadn’t heard before. “No, we’re absolutely not doing this, I refuse.” 

The trio turn towards him. Though perhaps a more accurate description is that Martin and Sasha turn, Tim simply goes along for the ride. Martin mumbles something about ‘no other choice’, but Sasha asks what Jon’s on about. 

“It’s too cold out there, it’s the middle of the damn night, there’s no way I’m letting him go home like this.” 

“And what do you suggest we do as an alternative? He can’t stay here-” Sasha begins, pausing as Jon turns towards her. 

“Why not? I’m the archivist, this is my archive,” Jon begins, pausing for a moment, before adding, “Well, Elias’s, but I hardly think he’d suggest we send an employee home in this weather while they’re this sick. That’s just bad management, he’ll freeze to death before even reaching the train.” 

As if to confirm this assumption, Tim shudders violently, ducking into his chest with a tired, “hh’eshhew! eTCHh’iew!” followed by a heavy sigh. Martin mumbles something about covering, but quickly silences himself as Tim begins to tremble again. 

Sasha gives Jon a look, seeming to read him for any hints of doubt, perhaps searching for an ulterior motive. After a brief pause, their eyes meeting, she gives a tight nod, approval of some kind. 

“Come on Martin, let’s get him back to that couch, he can sleep there for the night,” Sasha directs, Martin nodding his acceptance. 

Tim manages to catch snippets of the conversation as they get him settled. Jon fetching him a blanket he keeps in his office. Martin providing some more tea. Sasha grabbing tissues and medication for when he wakes up. Something about Jon sleeping in his office so he’s not alone, and Sasha coming in early to help him home. 

With his final bout of consciousness, Tim holds up a hand, the conversation immediately pausing. “Thagk you guys. And… esSHhh’ew! And, I’b sorry.” 

All three stare at him for a minute, before Sasha breaks first. Her laughter fills the silence, Martin joining in soon after, and even Jon letting a few chuckles slip out. When they’ve finally collected themselves, Sasha gives Tim a warm smile. 

“Sleep well, Tim. I’ll come fetch you in the morning.” 

With a content sigh, Tim lets his eyes drift shut again, his consciousness fading to the soft hum of his friends in the background. 

Alright, so maybe coddling isn’t quite so bad after all.

#waterfallwrites #the m/agnus a/rchives #was that my tag?? i think it was ahuguh #anyways i wrote this in a flurry of 'i need to do something about my hyperfixation' induced attention span #took many breaks but all in all took about 6ish hours (including the breaks) #and im kinda proud of myself for just! doing it!! #props to my friend for telling me to 'just write something with no pressure and let it be what it is' #so this is a drabble that turned into an actual fic bc i didnt! pressure myself! #if it sucks it sucks- if it doesnt it doesnt- whatever it is i made it and im gonna be happy with that #plus its t/ma which rn is just... SOOO it for me. i am so hyperfixated #and t/im is my beloved i love this man #and i may possibly try to write about j/ons version of this cold and maybe The Cherry Blossom Incident #but i actually have a different t/ma fic in the works so that one comes first <3 #anyways yes here you go!! i toss this into the void! and see if! anyone wants it! #t/ma #t/im s/toker

[orphidian]

𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙴𝚂, 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙸𝙸.   bold what applies to your muse, italics what applies situationally or only in certain verses. rest of the fears here.  this is based on a horror podcast;  potentially triggering and / or upsetting content ahead!

𝚅𝙸𝙸𝙸. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝚄𝙽𝚃. — sharp canines. sore calves after a run.  the scent of blood.  an adventure for the journey’s sake. the adrenaline right before the kill.  a whistle’s echo.  the woods.  the doe eyes of a prey animal.  your own breath in the air. sharpened claws. being tracked.  fear of someone knowing your every movement. hunting down monsters.  hide and seek.  running away only to end up where you started.  staying alive purely because the enemy enjoys seeing you run. a set of footsteps behind you. blood dripping from bare hands.  barks and growls. focused eyes. a victim going limp under your hands. a mouth full of fresh blood.  catching the scent of something monstrous. perfecting your craft.  peering into the dark and running after it.

𝙸𝚇. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙴𝙻𝚈. — an apartment too small for a double bed.  completely vacant streets. waking up to see everyone gone. fog.  point nemo.  a house too big to hear your family members in.  alone in a faceless crowd.  a mask with nothing behind it.  separated cubicles.  a deafening silence where joy should be.  a blinding spotlight.  the least missed in your friend group.  streets without lights in the windows.  isolation.  not truly knowing your friends. your friends not truly knowing you. need for silence.  fear of crowds.  staring into space knowing nothing is looking back at you. a ship alone at sea. depression.  knowing your friends are better off without you.  talking to someone only to realize they’re gone.  a family too large to notice you there. safety in being alone.

𝚇. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁. — a game of tag.   senseless violence.  a true crime hobby.  improvised weapons.  blinding rage. intent to kill. a horrific day in a quiet community. a medal of bravery.  holding on to what validates your anger.  history books that spare no details. an injury you want revenge for. war. counting kills. songs of soldiers.  a knifeblock on the counter.  a pool of blood. shellshock.  unspeakable horrors.  anger pushing you forward. unimaginable pain. not seeing who will hurt you but knowing the pain is coming. a fully human monster.  an authority sending its lessers to their deaths. kill or be killed. unedited wartime memoirs.  a weapons collection.  not knowing the names of who you kill.  too many to remember. loss of hope.  there’s no heroes in war.

𝚇𝙸. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙰𝙻. — sleep deprivation.  corridors you can get lost in.  maze puzzles that loop back on themselves. losing possessions.  losing people.  losing your sanity.  corkscrew curls.  rows of funhouse mirrors.  optical illusions.  a separate reality.  walking through the wrong door.  delusions.  not knowing what your hands are doing.  blank spaces in documents. hallucinations. wrong proportions.  a nameless thing. a place that has never existed.  doubting your own mind.  blind faith.  losing track of names, labels, categories.  distorted sound.  an imperfection in a glass that twists the view.  loss of time. a garish colour.  doors that open to nowhere.  lies. an unnatural laugh.  jokes and tricks.  illusions. a doorway.  a sculptor with a wild imagination.  limbs in impossible angles.  doing what’s fun, not what’s sensible.  fractals you can get lost in.

𝚇𝙸𝙸. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁. — wax figures.  a close approximation of a human face.  a borrowed appearance.  a strange smell.  glass eyes. furs and pelts.  a dance.  a song of a choir.  the uncanny valley.  stitching yourself together. the colours of a circus.  a puppet with no strings. mannequins.  glitter and sequin.  a stranger you’ve always known. someone strange in the place of someone you knew.  stolen identities.  stolen skins.  a machine imitating humanity.  the anonymity of a service worker. hiding in plain sight.  uncomfortable to look at.  a faked accent. concealing.  forgetting who you are.  forgetting who others are.  a replacement no one notices.  images that look posed.  the only one seeing the false face of someone.

𝚇𝙸𝙸𝙸. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚅𝙰𝚂𝚃. — open spaces.  carnival rides going up and down.  fear of heights. endless infinity around you. your insignificance in an universe.  stomach turning at a drop.  fear of not the crash down but the moment you slip.  the sway of a cable car.  an adventure holiday.  losing track of where the surface is.  miles and miles of nothing around you.  staring at the sky and feeling like you may fall into it.  loss of control.  a fall that doesn’t end in death. glass floor to the view below. terminal velocity.  the sound of wind in your ears.  a reach over the railing.  a jump from the top of the building. falling into nothing. feeling your feet let go of the ground.  a leap of faith.  motion sickness.

𝚇𝙸𝚅. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙴𝙱. — undecipherable code. a puppeteer holding the strings.  power over the weak-willed.  strings of fate.  manipulation.  an arranged accident.  a hundred minions doing your bidding.  cobwebs.  spiders.  a laid trap.  never voicing discomfort. outwitting a cheater. doing things without realising it.  red string across a corkboard.  finding something lost where you were sure you checked.  power over the unreliability of chance.  watching others dance for you. an entangled death.  a thousand tiny legs and fangs.  shady forum threads.  something important gone missing. suspiciously disregarded case.  a missing witness.  connections. the world wide web.  power of victimhood.   gullibility.  no control over your own decisions.  an invisible leash. mass psychology.  a horror film in the making.  scapegoat.  never remembering to ask for a name.

+ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝚇𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. — the end of an era.  apocalypse movies.  the alarms of warning systems.  a desolate landscape.  end of the world cults.  nihilism.  the last written history. a changed world. no survivors.  old prophecies. a thousand predicted ends.  a new chapter.  an end with no escape. catastrophes.  a calendar counting down.  breaking point.  overindulgence.

tagged by: stolen !  tagging: 2 lazy 2 tag, pls steal xoxo

#dash games. #this is my favorite podcast ever and it's spooky season so if ur looking for a good horror podcast #m/agnus a/rchives is it #anyway so much of this is 'orin & the nine' territory lmao i hate it here #all of the spiral be like 'hehe what if we ruined your perception of reality until you had no other choice but to transform'

[edwardashley]

if my old M/agnus /Archives mutuals who unfollowed me b/c i swapped fandoms NOW get into the Terror i will simply be Very Angry for ofc the salty personal reason of “i told you so” but also b/c the M/agnus A/rchives fandom sucks and i do not want a mass of those people near me again!!!!!

#i see a few talking abt watching it and a few who are Into it already but at least sticking to only bridglar and fitzier lmao #but i am still #like BACK OFF BITCH DOT JPEG #do not reblog or screenshot this or i will kill you

[encyclopedichead]

oops! guess who forgot they had this blog!

In all seriousness, I think I’d like to be active on here again. I dunno how much muse I have for Falman, especially since he’s nearly an oc at this point since I haven’t watched fma in like? 7 years??, but there are some people on here that I really liked writing with and I’d love to continue.

Consider this a call to drop pretty much everything I owe. If you want something we did to continue feel free to message me, but everything is so old at this point that my organization is shot. All asks and drafts will be deleted and I’m starting over (again, unless you have something you really liked).

Thanks for sticking around with me through this impromptu hiatus!

You can find me on other blogs (where I am more or less active... I’m not great at running these things) here. All of these have fma verses, and verses for each other (ie. all have T.ma, RW.BY, and f.ma verses, along with original verses and some for other media I like)

@twominded (the mainblog for this blog, A.chilles from H.ades)

@jinxedcrow (I’m most active here, its Q.row from RW/BY)

@eyefreaked (Gerard from M/agnus A/rchives)

@onceinterred (RW/BY oc, sideblog to jinxedcrow)

@compassionsung (Cole from D/ragon A/ge)

@huntedalone (Trevor B.elmont from C/astlev/ania)

#ooc #snowmun speaks

[jinxedcrow]

Anybody else into the M/agnus A/rchives?

#or anyone who doesn't care about it in a horror mood? #i don't want this to show up in the tag so im using the / just in case #i haven't listened to much of the podcast yet #but im taking some concepts and running with them #quite liberally tbh #snowmun speaks

[ethereousdelirious]

The amount of M\agnus A\rchives sickfic has skyrocketed since the first time I looked and I'm so fuckn grateful

#ethereous speaks

[zolusbian]

as soon as i step one (1) foot outside my normal tumblr circle i am hit in the face with the m/agnus a/rchives

#text post #i still have no idea what it is but people sure do love it

[miindframe]

guess I'm diving headfirst into the m/agnus a/rchives 🤷‍♀️ Added michael, but I'm gonna add elias and also helen (as soon as I get to her)

#here i gooo #into more fandoms #{ ;ooc }

[waterfallofspace]

#23 from my prompt meme with E/lias (maybe P/eter deciding to make Elias sneeze)??

Thank you for the request~~

Gently humming “wreeeckkk the maannn, wreeck the maaan” under my breath~ <3

2.4k, prompt #23 from ~this list~, story under cut!

23. "You really don’t want to do that, trust me."

(References to swearing, and T/MA spoilers, so please proceed with caution for those!)

~~~~~~~

It wasn’t The Eye that alerted him to the company waiting in his office. Nor was it Rosie, though it should have been. Elias makes a mental note to have a talk with her about her job description. No, unfortunately for the head of the institute, what clued him in was an unmistakable scent of mischief in the air. Mischief tinged with a hint of salt. 

“Peter,” Elias offers with a glance at the figure flicking into focus in the corner. He steps into his office, leaning against the doorframe. “I don’t recall planning a meeting for today.” 

To the untrained ear it would seem a polite yet dismissive greeting, but Peter is well versed in the many tones of Elias Bouchard. As a captain, one has to be able to see each undertow through an otherwise calm surface, a technique not limited to the ocean. 

“Your memory remains sharp as ever, Elias. We did not. However, I’ve come to you with an offer. One I know you can’t turn down.” 

Raising an eyebrow, Elias lets the image of Jon slumped over his recorder fade into the background. Pulling himself to his full height, he strides to his desk and takes a seat behind it. 

“You have my undivided attention.”

“I do, don’t I? What an honour.” The captain sinks onto the desk, a faint smile clinging to the corners of his balanced expression. His gaze falls on Elias, who in turn feels himself starting to slip into the familiar sensation. 

Peter’s eyes aren’t just dark, they’re more… empty. It’s not that the light doesn’t reach them; they aren’t bathed in shadows. Instead, they seem to soak the light from around them and swallow it whole. As they trace up Elias’s figure, it’s as if they’re trying to consume the glow from his own, taking all of him with it. 

“Well? I am quite a busy man. If you would be so kind, present your offer.”

“Oh, I did use that word, didn’t I?” Despite not a trace of illumination, a gleam dances through Peter’s eyes. “My sincerest apologies, I fear it doesn’t quite match my intentions. Perhaps a better term would be… challenge.” 

“And what sort of ‘challenge’ would that be?” 

Within a moment the faint smell of salt is replaced by a burning sort of sweetness. Elias feels his body react before his mind has a chance to catch up, a single finger raising to crush the tip of his nose. The contact only serves to exaggerate the itch, and the hand is quickly dropped back to his side. 

A smile spreads across Peter’s face in response, fingers uncurling to reveal something long, soft, and distinctly floral. His lips part with an inhale Elias finds himself unable to echo as Peter whispers, “An easy one. Don’t sneeze.” 

“Sihhh… hiH-! Simple enough, I suhhppose. And what do I ge- gehh… hH-! get if I succeed?” 

“Whatever you would like.”

“You seem quihhte confident, Peter,” Elias purrs, attempting to maintain a touch of decorum through the maddening tickle as it begins to spread deeper. Peter shifts his position, hand coming to rest against Elias’s knee, the offending blossom inching ever closer.

“Perhaps I am.” 

“I’ll be the first to admit I wahhsn’t expecting it, you caught m- me… hH- off guard,” Taking a pause, Elias swallows hard, willing the tears pooling around his lashes not to fall. With a measured breath, carefully manufactured nonchalance spread across his face, he meets Peter’s gaze. 

“Unfortunately for you, the element of surprise has passed, and I am quite able to fight off this mild irritation.” 

“Is that so? Oh dear, my apologies once more, I’m afraid things just keep slipping my mind today. I forgot to mention there’s one more rule to this little challenge,” Peter hums, the smile haunting his hollow face almost as sickeningly sweet as the fauna he waves around with precise recklessness. 

Elias feels his nose quiver as the pollen spreads through the air, an unfortunate side effect of The Eye presenting itself as each individual grain makes themselves known to him. Peter had paused, presumably for dramatic effect. Though now it’s more likely captivation, eye’s locked on his prey as Elias sniffles with increasing urgency.

“Ahh… hIH-! And what wouhhld that be?” 

“There are no limits to what I can do with my weapon of choice.” 

Gesturing to the flower hanging from his fingers, Peter’s face lights up with a smirk once more. The glow of mischief is not unfamiliar to him, but Elias still can’t seem to shake the unease that settles in his gut. Such a light seems to be at odds with the captain’s very personage in a way that makes his skin crawl. 

“If I rehhfuse?” Elias questions, lifting his thumb to swipe away a stray tear threatening to escape. The action spreads the buzzing deeper into his sinuses, a gasp breaking between his clenched teeth. Peter echos the inhale with a sharp breath of his own, turning the exhale into a chuckle.

“I suppose you could…” The sentence is unfinished, lingering in the air with almost as much irritation as the pollen. Neither need finish it, they both know the unspoken words ring true. But you won’t.

Another hitch breaks through his defenses as Elias feels his eyes start to shut, the familiar itch spreading out through his mind matching the burn in his sinuses. The all consuming itch to observe. To watch. 

“hihH-!” A finger presses against his nose, then two, until his whole palm is pressed against his face in an effort to block the cascade of tickles lining each breath. However before long his wrist is encased in a soft grip, Peter gently pulling it away from his face. 

“You saihhd nothing about not being able t- to… haHh- touch my n- nohh… nose.” 

“That’s because it’s not a rule. But if you’ll recall, I’m allowed to do whatever I desire with my weapon,” Peter chuckles again, wiping another tear that had broken free, Elias feeling his nose give a violent twitch in response. “And your hand was in the way of that.” 

Bringing the blossom up, Peter twirls it between his fingers, a faint horror flashing through Elias’s eyes as a fresh wave of pollen spreads through the air. He wants to hold his breath, but a touch of moisture starts to spread through his nose, the sensation nearly sending him over the edge. Peter isn’t holding his wrist anymore, and yet his hands seem to be frozen in place.

Before he can make a choice, Peter brings the lavender to his face, gently flicking it against one nostril. It manages to touch the inside of his nose leaving his mouth twitching and eyes snapping shut. The constant buzzing of his thoughts are suddenly swarmed with one single word. Sneeze. 

“eh’KSHH’ieu-!”

The first crawls out before Elias can raise a hand, but his fingers tighten across his nose in time to stifle the next, “hk’nGT-! ek’gNKT’dieu-!” that seize his breath. From atop the desk he manages to pick up Peter’s voice, though for the life of him he can’t make out any words between shaky gasps.

“hk’nngt’ieu-!”

“Elias, the stifling,” Peter starts, pausing as Elias manages to cast a watery glare. He offers a grin dripping with playful mischief. And yet, a hint of sincerity just below the calm darkness gives Elias the will to stall the impending sneezes long enough for Peter to finish. “You really don’t want to do that, trust me." 

“I’m quihhte.. hh’kngt-! quite sure my n- nohh… eh’dnxt-ngXT’ieu-! nose would disagree,” Elias manages, fingers still tightly gripping said nose. Each stifle brings forth a new wave of irritation, his eyes begging to open between each outburst. 

The Eye never seemed keen on something that would force his eyes shut. Unfortunately for his patron, it seems allergies were not something even body hopping could outrun. Elias often found himself figuring it as some sort of cosmic joke, or perhaps a punishment. Whatever the case, it led to quite famous attacks, no matter what body he found himself in. 

“Actually I believe your nose would be on my side with this matter,” Peter insists, running a single finger down the bridge of said appendage as Elias finds his mouth hanging open, tears now freely streaming from his delicate lashes. “Though your eyes might have a few complaints.” 

“hIHh-! P- Peter I cahhn’t… I’m… I’m gonna-” Elias feels his nostrils flare, each breath bringing a fresh wave of thickly sweetened air. His sinuses practically hiss in response to Peter tracing a single nail across them. “hh’kNGT’ieu-!”  

Before he can even manage a full breath, the tip of the lavender is pressed against his nose, Peter stroking it back and forth in a motion that has Elias damn near moaning. A light chuckle falls from the captain’s lips, the vibrations travelling through his hand into the stem. Elias just gasps in response, not capable of much else at this point. “hehHH-” 

“Much as I’m enjoying watching you prolong your own misery, I’m a bit of a perfectionist. My goal was to make you sneeze, and honestly those little squeaks feel like a hollow victory. I’m going more for the real thing.” 

“heHH-! I- I hhhave to… ahH!”

“Yes, I imagine you do.” With that, Peter sets the blossom back on the desk, pulling Elias’s chair closer until they’re sitting eye to eye. With a single fluid motion Peter secures both wrists, Elias only managing to mutter out a groan of disapproval before his features go slack. “Now, have I earned my show yet, or do you need a bit more convinc-”

“hH’KSHH’ieu-! ek’TISHhhieew-!”

Elias aims for his shoulder, spinning as far as he can manage while Peter holds his wrists hostage. Still polite, even in the midst of an allergy attack, an apology scrapes out before another desperate “heHKZSHHuh-!” 

“See, doesn’t that feel better?”

“My- my haahhh… hands! aH’KNZSH’dieuu-! ”

“Oh right,” Peter says, releasing his arms and grinning again as Elias frantically brings them to his face. Rubbing his nose against a wrist doesn’t seem to relieve the itch. Instead, Elias switches to mashing a palm against it with a groan.

“Can you imagine if people found out the ‘All Powerful Elias’ was completely taken down by a single bloom of lavender?” 

“dTZSHhhuh-!” A wave of irritation flashes through Elias’s face, though it’s unclear whether it’s from the tickle or Peter’s words.

His lashes flutter again, voice hoarse and wavering as he manages to get out a single sentence. “Oh christ, don’t even say the w- word… hh’ETSHhhieew-!”  

“Sorry, sorry. It’s quite amusing though. Not often I get to see this shade of red cross your face.”

“Glad you’re… hehh- hH’INZSH-! entertained,” Elias mutters, rummaging through his pockets with growing urgency. Apparently not finding his prize, he turns an accusatory gaze to Peter. “Do you happ- happen-” 

Elias pauses, stuck in an itchy limbo that seems to consume him. Peter waits a full minute, but soon it becomes clear there will be no progress without interference. With a glint in his eye, he reaches down and runs his nail down the bridge of Elias’s nose.

“hk’TISHH’dieu-! huhhh… heH-”

A breath, cautious sniff, then Elias attempts to resume his sentence, only to groan in frustration as the tickle chooses this moment to resurge. “Thank- eh’KSHH’ieu-! guhh…”  

Holding a wrist up to his nose, Elias coughs lightly, the water in his eyes seeming to take on a luminescent tint. Clearing his throat, he attempts to regain some of his long forsaken propriety. “As I was saying, do you happen to hahh… fuck- ih’GZSH-!”

“Elias Bouchard! What language! Even on my ship we don’t resort to such a foul tongue,” Peter taunts, savouring the scowl Elias aims his way. It’s soon overtaken by another desperately ticklish look as Elias buries his face into his collar for another round. 

“hihHZSHHhiew-! Oh bloody hell- kNGSHH’dieu-!” 

“Bless. Into your collar Elias?”

“I didn’t have much of- of a… ek’NZSH-! choice. Seems I’ve misplaced my handkerchief today.”

“Oh dear, that certainly does seem like an inconvenience,” Peter murmurs, letting his mouth contort into a grin as his tongue traces the outline of his lips. Elias offers an exasperated sigh in return.

“Quite. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that?”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. 

“ehH-! Really, agaihhhn?” Rolling his eyes, Elias reaches for his collar as the tickle swells once more, shooting the lavender a pointed glare before his eyes glaze over. “hH’KZSH’ieu-!”

“Blessings. You know what, I think I just so happen to have an extra today. Would you be interested in-” Before he can get another word out Elias has ripped the cloth from his hand, burying his face in the soft folds for another “eh’YIZSHieww-!” 

He lets a couple blows scrape out into the cloth, a heady sigh bursting from his chest as he finishes, managing to actually get some airflow through his nose. The sound leaves them both wincing, but it’s better than nothing. It also seems to mark the end of the fit, though Elias still eyes the blossom laying on the table with more than a hint of caution. 

“Are you planning on… disposing of that?”

Peter follows his gaze, another unsettling laugh spilling out as he crushes the flower in his palm. “I would be happy to. After all, it served its purpose well.”

“Well. In that case, I suppose there’s only one matter of business left to attend to before this ‘meeting’ comes to a conclusion.”

“Oh? And what would that be?” Peter asks, head tilting as he watches Elias dab at his eyes with a clean section of the cloth. Once he’s content, he brings it down to his scarlet tinged nose to give it another deep scrub. Peter gestures to his face with a smirk. “If it’s the handkerchief, you can keep it.”

“How kind. No, I was thinking more of your prize.”

“My prize?” 

“Indeed. You did win the challenge af- after… afterall- hhK’IEZSHuh-!”

Elias lets out another groan, a few curses following on its tail as he blows his nose again, the whole ordeal leaving him sniffling. Peter can’t help but feel a pang in his chest as Elias leans back in his chair with a heavy sigh, letting his eyes close in a way that just looks exhausted.

“How about you owe me a favour. I’m sure I can think of something I’d want,” Peter offers, a softness in his tone that has Elias opening a single eye to observe the captain.

After a long pause, Elias simply nods, returning his head to the back of his chair as his eyes drift shut once more. Peter stands, offering a wave over his shoulder as he doesn’t quite walk out the door, but still exits the room. 

“Thanks for the fun, Elias. Let’s do this again soon.”

#waterfallasks #waterfallwrites #wreck the maaaan~~ #Thank you for the request!! #not sure how well i did but i had fun wrecking him <333 #hopefully its an acceptable addition to the already INCREDIBLY t/ma collection on here!! #or at least not a disgrace to the good name of t/ma ahaha~ #I just... i just like wrecking him... he deserves it. #for having such a pretty voice. and charming fake personality. #hes evil but hes HOT about it so he needs to be wrecked a little as a punishment okay- hehe~ #t/ma #e/lias b/ouchard #l/onelyeyes #p/eter l/ukas #the m/agnus a/rchives

[damianfire21]

I'm legit like, slowly starting to dislike The M/agnus A/rchives. I havent listened to any of it, but it literally covers my dash and most of my followed tags (I like body horror and looking up phobias so when I try to search them, 99.99% of all the posts are T/M/A and I would just like to see a character I dont recognize for once that isnt layered in 200 episodes of context that I physically cant even begin to sit through.)

[waterfallofspace]

Anyone else ever just... so burnt out/unfocused, couldn't imagine writing anything if you tried, but then... then...

The Hyperfixation Hits

and suddenly there's a google doc open and you've written 500 words of albeit, probably nonsense before you even stop to blink?

Or is that just me~

#waterfallrambles #i dont actually- know what happened #i just.... i still feel burnt out but then my m/agnus a/rchives hyperfixation hit back again in full force #and suddenly that prompt i had sitting in a google doc is lookin REAL nice #500 words and i havent even gotten to the part where the sn**** will start to happen yet #no promises if/when this will be finished or posted (just incase anyone is wondering haha) #but if i keep going at this rate i might have my first actual fic in like weeks #has it been months?? it might have been months #man idk guys bad brain is strong but gremlin brain is stronger

[waterfallofspace]

first time drawing The Boy Himself <3

(not snz, and not perfect, but I'm pretty proud of it so I'm putting it here! Didn't use references, though I did use the popular headcanons about what he looks like <3 not spoiler in my mind so I'm not gonna stick it behind a cut, but I did tag it <3)

#waterfallart #vaguely spoilerish but generally its pretty well known kind of things so aghgh- please forgive me if it should be more spoilered!! #I don't think it's spoilery enough to put behind a cut but i will tag it as such! #and feel free to tell me and i'll stick it behind a cut <3 #first time drawing this boy <3 #i subscribe to the common headcannons of him but uh #didnt use references aside from clothing ideas for this!!! and im kinda proud of myself for that #its not amazing- im not that good yet but i am so excited to get more into sketching/drawing just because i WANT to #not a snz piece but maybe one day (eyes eyes eyes haha get it) #been so hyperfixated and having a character i cant actually be WRONG about is so comforting #relistening with friends and i think im gonna start doodling/drawing him (and TIM my beloved <3) whenever i have the motivation #but anyways! posting here bc im proud of myself for it <3 #even if its not very good or not snz- im still happi about my first jon <3 #magnus archive spoilers #m/agnus a/rchives spoilers #not snz

[waterfallofspace]

Do you have any fics in progress by chance? You’re such an amazing writer :)

Hiya!~ Thank you for the ask dear~

Honestly, despite how much I love getting asks like this, they always surprise me! It's still such a foreign concept that people not only enjoy my work, but are actively curious about it!

Aghagh and to answer the actual question, yes I do! I usually have at least 10 different prompts sitting in my google docs, but I find I have less WIPS since I'm a fairly 'get going on it and finish it in one - three goes' type of writer. Recently been a bit burned out of my hyperfixations, and finding it a bit hard to just write things (perfectionism kicking in).

That said, I actually have two started! One that's almost finished part one of two (A m/agnus a/rchives fic, two different focuses for the different chapters of snzdom~) and one that's been started, and is abouuuttt halfway done I think~ (A c/huuya centric fic as a so... sooooo late birthday gift for the amazing Hachii, which is turning into a new years/christmas thing too agghh ;-;)

Thank you for the ask!~ I always love getting uh... basically any asks haha~

#waterfallasks #thank you so much non!~ #genuinely i love things like this- im always so excited to see ANY ask in my inbox~ #whether its a question- a comment- a request- or just a 'hi' <3 #i hope this is a good answer!! god i have SO many prompts and requests aghaughu #im so sorry to anyone whos requested things i promise i WILL be working on them again soon #that christmas craze is starting to end- a lot of irl things been happening too but #its starting to slow down so i think ill be able to get back into the mood soon!!! #that t/ma fic is eating my soul i am so hyperfixated on the show rn i might end up finishing it and pumping out like 4 more haha~

[waterfallofspace]

Fic Masterlist

Feat. Intro Post Things~ Hello! You can call me Waterfall, or any nickname you want~ (she/her, 21, ace/biromantic, just incase bio’s ever don’t work!)  Long as you’re respectful, I’m quite open to talking~

This is a kink blog, so anyone without an age/age range (18+, though more specific is preferrable!) in their bio/intro post will be blocked. Sorry ‘bout that, but I want to keep this space safe for everyone!

~~~~~~ Easy Navigation:   ~ My Writing ~ My Wavs ~ My Art (snz and non-snz) ~ My Drabbles ~ Snzarios ~ Snzcanons ~~~~~~

Shows I’m Currently Into: J/ujutsu K/aisen | M/y H/ero A/cadamia  | B/ungo S/tray D/ogs | T/rigun (S/tampede) | B/uddy D/addies | S/py x F/amily | The C/ase S/tudy of V/anitas | The M/agnus A/rchives (There are absolutely more, but these are the big ones) 

~~~~~~ Things I AM into:  Snz (for any gender)  Anime/Fictional Characters (from shows I’ve listed and more)  Angst / Comfort (you WILL find angst here haha~)  Being kind to each other <3 And more~~  Things I’m NOT into:  Mess (sorry, it’s just not for me~) Em*to (like at all) Real people fiction (RPF)  Deeply NSFW things (Alright with reading, just not my thing~)  MINORS! 18+ blog here peeps thank u <3 ~~~~~~

Requests are welcome, though I have a pretty long list going for writing, so anything more than a drabble might take me longer. Wav and Art I’m still practicing getting good at, but I’d be thrilled to give it a shot~

~~WIP List~~  - I will be updating this as often as I remember too, so if you’ve sent a request, or want to know if I’ve started something, it’ll be on here!

~~~~~~ Any content I post is adults only. Any characters being used are 18+, aged up if they are below in the canon. I do specify this in each intro as well. ~~~~~~

And finally, now that I have put more of my internal chaos into writing, fic list below the cut! To anyone who bothers to read my nonsense, thank you!! You are deeply appreciated~~

~~~~~ Buddy Daddies: ~Tag~ Letting It In & Letting It Go [Three Parts] - The one in which Kazuki learns to let his feelings in, and Rei learns to let his walls go down, at least a little. (Part One)     (Part Two)    (3/3 Coming Soon)

(x) - The Stray Saga - The one in which Rei tries to adopt some cats, and Kazuki deals with the fallout of these choices. 

(x) - Request Ask - Character: Rei (Feat. Kazuki, but not pairing per-se) - “What did you do to your nose to piss it off like this?"

~~~~~ My Hero Academia: ~Tag~

(x) - A Teachers Responsibilities - The one in which Aizawa has to teach a class. Outside. During spring.

(x) - Cute As A Kitten - The one in which Tamaki has kitten sneezes because of a kitten, but the sweetheart just can’t seem to leave it behind.

(x) - Request Ask - Character: Tamaki (pairing with Mirio) -“Can you please come and get me?” 

(x) - Request Ask - Character: Shoto (pairing with Izuku) - “You’ve sneezed four times. That’s not like you” but with a slight twist 

(x) - Request Ask - Character: Mic (pairing with Aizawa) -  “How long have you felt like this?” + “I can tell you’re sicker than you’re saying.”

(x) - Request Ask - Character: Aizawa (pairing with Mic) - Person A is oblivious to the fact that they are most definitely getting sick, but Person B knows them well, and is definitely aware of it. + Being handed the entire box of tissues instead of just one.

(x) - Request Ask - Character: Aizawa (pairing with Mic) - Accidentally inhaling an allergen. + Pinching the other’s nose before they can sneeze.

(x) - Request Ask - Character: Bakugou (pairing with Kirishima) - “Baby, you’re all sniffly.” + “You sneezed ten times today.” “Thanks for counting.” + “Was it worth being out in the snow/rain like that?” + Mission in the rain.  

~~~~~ Jujutsu Kaisen: ~Tag~

(x) - Entertainment Comes In Many Forms - The one in which Gojo has a cold, a meeting with someone he despises, and a boyfriend with a snz!kink who will also be in attendance.

(x) [Sequel to Entertainment...] - Revenge Comes In More - The one in which Gojo learns that Nanami is a lot more revenge driven then he had planned on.

(x) - Sharing Is Caring - The one in which Gojo shares his cold, and Nanami cares that this happened.

(x) - Request Ask - Character: Gojo & Geto (paired) - “You’re shaking.”  + “You’ve sneezed four times. That’s not like you.” + “You sneeze one more time, you’re going inside.”

(x) - Tormented By Your Love - The one in which Suguru Geto is given a lovely gift from his caring boyfriend Satoru Gojo, that he just so happens to be desperately allergic to.

(x) -  A Little Game, A Lot Of Torture - The one in which Gojo has been a bit of a (loveable) prick, so his friends decide to hold a little contest to see who can get him back the best.

(x) - The Power Of Suggestion - The one in which Toji, Geto and Gojo are all hanging out, when Geto decides to tease Gojo a little, and they find out something very interesting about their other friend.

(x) - Timing Is Everything - Little Yuta gift for ithadtobesneezing - The one in which Yuta tries, and fails, to time a sneeze and hide a cold. 

(x) - A Touch Too Human - A little nonsensical quick fic for Choso - The one in which Choso has to admit he’s a little more human than he’d like. 

(x) - Obedience - A stunning prompt by onetrickponi: Cocky Jerk Who Needs to be Wrecked - The one in which Gojo learns a lesson, and the students get some entertainment. 

(x) - A Matter Of Belief -  When Nanami attempts to lie about a cold, he succeeds. But when he isn't lying, well, considering what happened last time? They're not so quick to believe him. So, he finds himself having to prove his honesty.

~~~~~ Trigun | Stampede (but may include OG) |: ~Tag~ 

(x) - Smoke In The Breeze, You In My Lungs - The one where Vash gives Wolfwood a gift, and Wolfwood gives Vash a show.

(x) - Reminiscing On Rebuttals - The one in which Wolfwood seems to have a cold, and Vash dips into his memories in order to fight the urge to say something about it.

(x) - Request Ask - Character: Vash (pairing with Wolfwood) - “What’s got you all worked up?” + Touching their nose leading to a sneeze

(x) - Request Ask - Character: Vash + smidge of WW (pairing with Wolfwood) - “You’re trembling.” + “Baby, you’re all sniffly.” + “Your nose is literally twitching.”

(x) - Request Ask - Character: Vash (pairing with Wolfwood) - “Are you sick?” + Hiding sneezes + “Did you just sneeze?” 

~~~~~ Bungo Stray Dogs: ~Tag~

(x) - The Feline In The Ferocious - The one in which Chuuya meets a kitten in an alley, and Dazai meets the kitten in Chuuya.

(x) - Request Ask - Characters: Chuuya & Dazai (paired) - “Did you just sneeze?” + “Bless you?” + Pinching the other’s nose before they can sneeze. 

(x) - Request Ask - Character: Mori (pairing with Fukuzawa) - “You know that I’m allergic to that, right?”

(x) - Request Ask - Character: Chuuya (pairing with Dazai) - “Bless you?” + "You sound awful."

(x) [Sequel to Prompt Directly Above] - A Continuation - I just couldn’t leave it on angst, without any comfort?? Soooo~ this was born.

(x) - Request Ask - Character: Francis Fitzgerald (feat. Louisa, but not paired explicitly) - “Your nose is literally twitching.” + “You sneezed ten times today.” “Thanks for counting.”

(x) - Request Ask - Character: Poe (pairing with Ranpo) - Person A hasn’t been sleeping due to work, and they of course get sick. Despite Person B’s wishes, Person A continues to sneak out of bed and stay up late to get more work done, and Person B is not happy.

(x) - Request Ask - Character: Dazai (pairing with Chuuya) - “Blow your nose, I can’t understand you.” + “You’re sneezing everywhere. Clearly, something’s up.” + “Your nose is literally twitching.” + Hiding sneezes + Accidentally inhaling an allergen.

(x) - Request Ask - Character: Akutagawa (pairing with Atsushi) - “Stop telling me you’re okay.” + Sparring/training and coughing/sneezing.

(x) - Request Ask - Character: Dazai (pairing with Chuuya) - “You’re trembling.” + “Did you just sneeze?” + “Can you please come and get me?” + Mission in the rain.

(x) - Request Ask - Characters: Mushitarou & Ango (paired) - “Are you sick?” + “I don’t care if you’re sick. I’m not leaving.” + Hiding sneezes

(x) - Request Ask - Character: Dazai (pairing with Chuuya) - “I’m going to take care of you, okay?” + “I took NyQuil instead of DayQuil and I’m about to pass out.” + Touching their nose leading to a sneeze + Hiding an illness for an event, but the SO catches on pretty quickly.

(x) - Request Ask - Character: Dazai (pairing with Chuuya) - “What did you do to your nose to piss it off like this?"

(x) - Old Habits and New Friends - The one where Yosano has a cold, and learns how to be okay with this 'weakness' showing in front of her coworkers family.

(x) - Dazai Birthday Little Fic - Just something short for Dazai’s birthday.

(x) - Request Ask - Character: Chuuya (pairing with Dazai) - “You’re a complete mess, but I don’t care.” + “What’s got you all worked up?” + Sneezing during makeout/sex. + Person A sneezes and catches B blushing and asks. B decides to tell them about the kink.

(x) - Breaking Windows & Walls - The one in which R/anpo must save P/oe (for a change) and discovers the reason his dear accomplice was captured. And then, once they’re safe, R/anpo discovers something else, this time about himself.

(x) - A Game Of Chess - When Dazai starts a game with Chuuya, he wins it. But will round two turn out differently, or will the King claim his Pawn once more? 

(x) - Curiosities & Consequences - The one in which Oda is curious and Ango faces some consequences: Birthday Gift For Poni with “characters hear first sneeze and talk about it” and two prompts for Ango

~~~~~ Spy x Family: ~Tag~

(x) - Request Ask - Character: Loid (pairing with Yor) - Hiding sneezes + Mission in the rain.

~~~~~ The Magnus Archives: ~Tag~

(x) - Request Ask - Character: Elias (pairing with Peter) - "You really don’t want to do that, trust me."

(x) - What A Way To Start A Year - Tim learns a little something about karma, friends, and care. Seems even Jon isn't quite as cold as he seems. 

#finally doing an intro post #please feel free to ignore this hahaha #still a nervous bean about all this #even tho im like 90% sure no one even looks at my blog #still gonna do it anyways #but yes!! if you do read this chaos know you are appreciated #and if you reblog/comment on anything i make i read it all and i love you guys for it #so with that ill take my leave of the tags and stop stalling and hit post hahaha #snz #snzkink

[waterfallofspace]

Spoilers for The M/agnus A/rchives Back on my T/MA bullshit-

Thinking about E/lias. Thinking about E/lias with an awful headcold.

Trudging into work, so congested each breath takes effort. His lungs feel nearly as heavy as his eyelids. Each sniffle is a gamble and the odds are not in his favour.

All of this would be enough to cause discomfort at the best of times. These are not the best of times.

The Archivist is just starting to unravel the thread, beginning to follow the lines of fear as they run through his veins, scratch against his denial, latch onto his soul.

Now is not the time to be distracted. The statements must be carefully monitored, the Archivists progression must be tracked. Everything must... must be... behh... hH'yIHhhshhuh-!

Maybe the fears have a sense of humour. Why else would... eh'kySHhhihh-! Would he have come down with... hk'tSHhIHh'uu-! With this awful headcold... yISCHhhh'iuu-! Snff- Good lord.

On top of the normal symptoms, now there's the added strain of observing the Archivist by hand, so to speak. Forget sense of humour, this feels more like some sort of cosmic punishment.

Meanwhile Jon is just trying to make it through his statements, pointedly ignoring the muffled outbursts from his bosses office. And the way he seems to be... f- following him..? Always watching, despite how he can barely keep his eyes open. Maybe the recent work has been less then acceptable? Better step it up.

#waterfall snzarios #not sure which season this would be spoilers for so please just proceed with caution if you care about any spoilers!!! #i binged this show in 2 weeks wrote 1 thing then promptly dropped it #welcome to hyperfixations hahaha~ #buuuut i've been thinking about it again #soooo heres some t/ma nonsense #do i think this is a great thought? No. but i do think its a thought i had #so im posting it bc might as well <3

[edwardashley]

i guess ill try and get into t/he m/agnus a/rchives again because the allure of Old Men is too strong i hear there are some choice Old Man Avatars later on??? itll be hard but ill struggle through the knowledge that i personally know someone who has had sex with J/onny S/ims

#dont reblog or screeshot #obviously