#inklingofadream

fairy fic my love, my magnum opus, my masterpiece, my eternal frustration because *something* is wrong with the plot that’s preventing me from getting it finished but??? i don’t know what???

it’s about jon being a two-inch tall house fairy who lives by himself in an abandoned mansion,,, until martin, tim, and sasha move in :))) along with their horrible master jonah magnus :(((

the fairy lore in this world is that fairies are made to quietly and quasi-secretly trade gifts with the humans who live in their house, so when these humans move into jon’s house he gets INSTANTLY attached and declares war on jonah magnus for making Jon’s Humans miserable. (the deal with the humans is that Jonah is like a magic scholar and his ‘apprentices’ are all “blessed” [they were gifted with magic powers at birth by their parents’ house fairies] and he does cruel experiments on them)

it’s got,,, A LOT of whump. just. a lot. also polychives <3

Jon flies away, returns with a sprig of dried leaves clutched between his hands. It’s awkward, nearly unbalancing him, but he places it on the table in front of Martin. He waits a moment, then pushes it towards Martin, looking up at him expectantly.

“For me?” Martin says, and Jon nods emphatically.

“I—What is it?” Martin asks. “Tea?”

Jon shakes his head, waving his hands wildly. He points to the plant, then mimes choking, and dramatically falls over, limp. He opens his eyes, looking at Martin expectantly.

Martin opens his mouth. “Poison?” he manages to squeak out.

Jon smiles, nodding happily.

Martin claps a hand over his mouth. “Oh my god. You have poison.”

Jon shakes his head, and firmly pushes the plant closer to Martin.

“Right. I have poison.”

Jon nods. He points to the plant, then makes his little J hand signal for Jonah.

“I’m not—” Martin lowers his voice. “I can’t just kill Jonah!”

Jon frowns.

“Murder is bad, Jon! And, and—what would we do after? Just hide the body and pretend everything was fine?”

And yes I'm now obsessed. And yes I did make a playlist to supplement me until its maybe updated:

TW: the song "bloodlust" deals with intense themes of domestic abuse and manipulation, tread carefully.

See below for song comments.

27. favorite fanfic author of the year

hmmmm. hmmmmm...... well i'd have to say that my two favorite new authors i discovered this year were ProfessorSpork, who wrote some absolutely AWESOME rwby fic, and you, my dear mutual who may or may not be fishing lol. love getting a jarchivist suffers update email ;)

28. longest fic you read this year

if you count all the fics in Painted Shut as one "fic" then i think it's that. if not i have no fucking clue.

if you're a tma, i would HIGHLY suggest this series. it focuses around an au where jon wasn't hired at the magnus institute until they were interviewing for archivist and tim was selected as archivist because elias thought he knew how to manipulate him best because he had the clearest motive. jon is.. .offered the role of receptionist.

it's hard to get into everything that i love about this series without getting into major spoilers, but let's say

1. well handled abusive jonelias

2. polyarchives rights

Of the two of them, Jon’s the one more likely to initiate affection. 

It’s not that Martin’s cold, not at all. Just that Jon’s kind of...needier. Martin finds this endlessly amusing, but is generally a good sport about it. If Jon leans into his side, he throws an arm around his shoulder. If he rests his head on Martin’s chest, he’ll run his fingers through his hair. He hugs him from behind on the rare days Jon deigns to fix dinner. It’s nice to feel wanted. Martin can understand that. 

But if he really wants to fluster him, it’s as easy as taking his hand. 

Martin discovers this while they’re sitting on a park bench after a lunch break. He takes Jon’s hand almost absent-mindedly, it just feels right.

Jon freezes.

At first, Martin thinks he’s done something wrong. He loosens his hold, ready to apologize when Jon suddenly squeezes his hand, grip almost painfully tight. Martin squeezes back and the two of them sit there, faces red, not meeting each other's eyes. Feeling bold, Martin runs his thumb over the back of Jon’s scarred hand, gentle and slow. Jon does a full body shiver and melts into his side, like a plant reaching for sunlight. 

Needless to say, Martin uses this secret weapon in any and all situations.

Sitting on the train? Check. Out to lunch with Tim and Sasha? Check. Walking down the hallway and passing Elias? Check.

But his favorites are the times when they’re alone, curled up on the couch or nestled in bed. When Jon, half asleep, burrows into his side at the gentle touch. When no one else can see but Martin. 

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 other authors!

Okay I kept this to TMA fics only so I can cheat and post my fav opening lines for some of the works I’m still sitting on:

1. a story for wandering things (unlost) - There are two ghosts visiting this makeshift library Jon is making, one a metaphor and the other an actuality. It’s just his usual rotten luck that he falls in love with both.

2. the magnus archives (gerry keay romantic mystery remix) - The two of them stalk through the abandoned house like a pair of spectres.

3. all you who are weary and burdened (come to me) - [Two sets of deep, even breathing that continues throughout the whole record] ANNABELLE: [Hushed] I told you they're still asleep.

4. the man from the magnus institute, london - Make your statement, the Archivist tells us, face your fear. And we do, listeners, we make our statements and face our fears, because we are afraid of what he'll do to us otherwise. Welcome to Night Vale.

5. the magnus archives (tim stoker romcom remix) - [Laptop keys clicking in the background] TIM STOKER: Mic test…test, test mic…miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiic teeeeeeeeeeeeee—

SASHA JAMES: Tim.

6. family matters - He turns the cassette on and The Clash cockily blares at him from the speakers.

7. if it’s the last thing i do (then it’s worth it) - “You love tea,” Tim insists, and there’s a crack in the veneer of his dimpled smile, a chip already falling off to reveal savagely gritted teeth. One of Martin’s left hands quickly picks the fleshy piece up before it completely turns porcelain and slots it back into the hole it made, a temporary cure to Tim’s irritation.

8. who was the you (who endured the sad story) - They say the Institute is a very young building with a very old history.

9. cinnamon bone (bitter name on the wall) - Martin coos at his wrist, the ever widening slit trembling at his bated breathes, any moment now, he thinks, any moment now, it will crack open, push at his skin and flesh to reveal a hint on who is it that he will love the most and will love him in turn, any moment now and Martin will have his assurance, not that he needed any, that there is someone out there just for him, for him to love and be loved back in turn.

10. how do we know which part of the story matters? - This is a story about family, three parts more than a whole.

11. been walking blind in the dark (never seen the sun) - “Why do you call him The Beast?” Martin asks, eyes wide with curiosity and Tim almost pities him, this new Chosen One Elias picked out for The Beast to terrorise.

12. a friendly town - ARCHIVIST: —pologise for the tape recorder…Doctor, you’re certain you are feeling well enough to give a statement? Are you experiencing headaches again?

13. eye in the sky - CECIL: ‘Look at the sky’, the man laughed. ‘Look at the sky,” he cried. ‘It’s looking back’. Welcome to Night Vale.

14. the nice and accurate prophecies of agnes montague, beldam - His secret is this: he didn’t do it to sow discord and reap evil into the world.

15. condolences (#0121004) - THE ARCHIVIST: Statement of Rebecca Razon regarding their life after their father’s death. Original statement taken 10th of April 2012. Audio by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement begins.

+5 works to be or not to be published

JGM Inception AU - How many layers deep are we even in?

Queer Eye AU – [INT. THE MAGNUS INSTITUTE, LONDON] TIM STOKER, sitting in The Archives’ Break Room. He is facing the camera, behind him a wall covered by archival storage boxes in one half and in the other a life-size portrait of The Institute's founder, JIMMY MAGMA.

Another WTNV/TMA Crossover fic – THE VOICE ON THE RADIO: This is a story about him, the voice on the radio says. And he is concerned because he isn’t supposed to be part of any story ever again. Welcome to Night Vale.

Something about Tim (ft. Jon and Sasha) - Danny used to joke, “your heart has always been big enough for the two of us, Tim.”

Panoptes AKA Something Greek and Tragic(TM) - There are six feet between the now closed door Martin went through and the proper entrance to the labyrinth.

Looking over these again, I do like using ghosts and monsters, don’t I? adasdfg I feel like opening lines for ‘a story for wandering things (unlost)’ and ‘the nice and accurate prophecies of agnes montague, beldam’ are tied as my favorites so far

I haven’t properly sat down to read many tma long fics in months, and I usually have more favourite authors than fics,. But I can do favourite characters! :]

1. Jon my beloved, love of my life, constant object of my projection- 2. Martin... love him. he deserves the world and also maybe a little more arson  3. Tim is also really projectable for me personally and Also he’s Hot. Win win baby 4. Melanie is equivalent to Tim in terms of faveness, short only to I Am Attracted To Men Mostly but I do still care her 5. Sasha, gone too soon, she’s just so unfathomably Weird but in a fun way. she Would listen to 100 gecs actually