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you’re cool as fuck + your meat is huge

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hi can i,,, pls,,, have soft cuddles and kisses with sasha.... mayhaps... a little talk about tim...

[Anon I love you so much and I could write about this forever. I didn't entirely know what you wanted with Tim so I hope this works, if not drop another ask when the box opens again and we can have some good polyam]

Sasha is a tactile person, that’s just a given

Always has an arm draped over your shoulder, rests her chin on the top of your head, everything. Even when the two of you were just friends the pair of you were very free with your touch

So here you are, wrapped in a blanket on a couch in Sasha’s flat, tucked into her side as some shitty movie that you don’t remember the name of plays. You play with her hair, weaving small braids in as you listen to her talk and ramble on about work that day, resisting the urge to lay soft kisses along the side of her throat, just to feel the warmth of her skin against yours.. “And then Tim went ahead and-”

“Tim?”

“Oh yeah! Haven’t I introduced the two of you yet? Must have slipped my mind, but you’ll love him. Terrible jokes, and an even worse fashion sense, but smart as hell, but he’ll never tell you that, or admit to it. He’s tactile too, so we could bring him into this if you wanted?”

You hum, considering the proposal

“We’ll see how it goes then, and we can decide later.” Sasha repeats, pulling you closer into her side as she guides your chin to look at her, eyes intent on your own, dropping to your lips for a second, probably less before returning to your eyes.

Sasha had left the ball in your court it seemed, and you were intent to make a play; leaning forward and softly pressing your lips to hers, feeling the way she smiled into it as she pulled you closer still, pulling away for only a second to mumble the words that you don’t need to hear anymore, the shape of them against the underside of your jaw is enough.

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*** CASTING CALL ***

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The Magnus Archives Was A Podcast 😔

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A BIG OLE’ CHRISTMAS POST!

Merry Christmas you guys <3 

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If Your F/O Is Soft/shy:

They love and appreciate you so much! They may be too flustered to say it in public, but once you’re all snuggly under a soft blanket at home?? The compliments never cease!! They love you so so much, and they’re super happy to spend this holiday with you <3

If Your F/O Is Tough/Strong: 

Can you imagine your strong F/O just SWOOPING you up to get you under the mistletoe? CAUSE THEY SURE CAN!!! They may be tough, but you have a very special place in their heart. One of the reasons they keep themselves fit is so they can continuously lift you! They adore you, and they’d give you the world if they could <3 

If Your F/O Is Caring/Sweet: 

Picture this: You wake up with the perfect gift on your bedside table. It’s just the right amounts of thoughtful and kind, and you feel as if whomever left it for you really knows you better than anyone else. Attached is a note, reading: ‘Stay in bed, I’ll be back with breakfast and cocoa! I hoped you’d love the gift as much as I love you, but I think that’s impossible <3′

If Your F/O Is Heroic/Brave: 

They couldn’t do anything without you, and they make absolutely sure that you know that this Christmas! They may be the hero everyone looks up to, but you’re their hero, and they want to express that by taking you wherever you want to go! Anywhere from the edge of the world to the recesses of another universe, they’ll take you there, because they love you so much, and they’d be a total mess if not for you <3 

If Your F/O Is Anxious/Shy: 

You’re their comfort. You’re their rock. They love and appreciate you so much, and you’ve helped them grow a lot since you’ve known them. They may not be very strong, but they would do anything for you! Picture your shy F/O, struggling through phone calls, or anxiously speaking to a sales clerk, all because they need help finding you a perfect gift, because they know you could do so much better than them, and they feel extremely lucky to have you <3

If Your F/O Is a Dreamer/Go-getter: 

Every time they look at you, there’s a wisp of awestruck astonishment in their eyes. They’ve never seen someone so beautiful and valid and warm. They adore you from your head to your toes! If only they could, they’d pluck every star from the sky just to place it in your perfect hands. Imagine your F/O wrapping their arms around you in a tight hug, because they never ever want to let go <3

If Your F/O Is Evil/Grumpy: 

Weather they’re a villain, or just in a constant bad mood, you’re the best thing they have in their entire life. You’re the light in the dark that keeps them sane, a lighthouse in the middle of a storm. They love you more than they love anything. They may be rough around the edges, but there’s a well-hidden soft spot for you in the center of their heart, and they wouldn’t trade that for the whole world. <3

If Your F/O Is Stoic/Cold: 

They may not know how to say it, but they love you. They love you so so much that they don’t know how to handle it! They may be reserved in the emotional department, but when you’re around they just can’t help but let their walls down a touch. They won’t say it aloud, for fear of ruining their perfectly sculpted cold reputation, but they’d get you anything and everything you want for Christmas if only they could. They can’t, because that’d be impossible, but who says they can’t try, right? <3 

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And as for you? 

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If You’re Struggling: 

Your F/O sees your efforts, and they’re proud of you for doing your best. You are, and have always been, enough for them. You are valid, and they love you. Don’t stop trying, they know you can do this. <3 

If You’re Getting Better: 

Your F/Os are so proud of what you’ve accomplished! They know it’s been hard, and they’re so impressed with your progress!! Keep trying, and keep getting through stuff and getting better, because your F/O believes in you. <3 

If You’re Stressed/In a Rut: 

You are allowed to take breaks. You are allowed to be tired, or uninspired, or unmotivated. You’re a person too. Your F/O is encouraging you the whole way, and they get it. They get that you’re tired, and you don’t feel like going forward. Sometimes, you’ve gotta wade through the mud to get to the good part. Just because you’re wading through mud, doesn’t mean there’s no end, or no good part. Your F/O knows you can get through this <3 

If You’re Uncomfortable/Panicked: 

Imagine your F/O, wrapping their hand around yours, and helping you through this. They remind you to breath, that these problems/discomfort are only temporary, and that you’re doing so good. Don’t forget to breath, because your F/O is right there to keep you grounded <3 

If You’re Alone: 

You’re F/O knows what it’s like to feel alone. We all do. They want you to know this: You are not alone. Whatever you’re going through, whatever you feel, I assure you, there’s someone out there going through the same thing. Your feelings and issues are valid, and your F/O is gonna keep encouraging you to push through this. You can do this. You’re not alone. You’re valid, and you are loved. <3

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oooo can i get smth cute + platonic with nikola? ty!

Spa Day Skincare

It’s been said over and over again if you wanted to make sure you got a good spa treatment, you should ask Nikola. Still, nothing could quite express how impressed and, for once, relaxed you were.

Friends and family alike had tried year in and out to get you to relax. From massages to breathing slowly to meditation you tried it all and it never quite worked. The bags under your eyes drew baggier, your muscles tenser, and what more--even Nikola doesn’t-experience-human-needs Stranger Queen noticed.

“Doll, you’ve become so dry and tense recently. What is it that makes you so stressed?” And after trying to get her to know bring upon the Unknowing again, she settles on taking you someplace nice. Somewhere where you realize you hadn’t been moisturizing all that well, and you get the massage of a lifetime. You experience deep relaxation, especially with Nikola there to give you comfort and the best advice.

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Could you please do Jonah Magnus with an advanced Eye avatar male!reader

Jonah Magnus with an Eye!Partner

Jonah was pissed

He was supposed to be the true holder of the Eye's power

But then he got to know you under the guise and trying to end you

And well? The man was whipped. He be simping.

You would spend centuries together, in truth

Gathering information for the institute, one of the only true temples to the Eye

As a game you would start seeing who could Know more

But then were the days when information would seem to dry up and there was only each other

Those were the days he would hold you close, the only salvation when your shared god seemed to abandon you

Yet in arguments, however rare they were, static was all that could be heard, words lost to those outside the Eye

You were both too equally matched in power for any real harm to occur

But your affection for one another always won through that lust for knowledge and power and everything the Eye did to weave through you

Maybe the Eye would fall someday, pulling you both down with it

Though for now you knew each others hands and lips and smiles and laughs and the hidden warmth in a gaze and for now that was enough

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Could I maybe get something abt Jon w/ a dysphoric transmasc s/o?

Jon Comforting Dysphoric Transmasc S/O

It was a rough day. Everything about yourself seemed so wrong and it was too much. 

Which meant it was time to spend a day with your partner. He knew though. Jon always seemed to know when something was bothering you, even if you wouldn't say it.

He offered one of his old hoodies from uni, baggy and perfect for hiding someone's form. He played with your hair, a comment about the coarseness or how handsome the style made you. Jon wouldn't press.

But when you would finally say something. Something about your body just being *wrong.* And he would understand. He always seemed to understand when you talked about this. And when you needed advice he knew. When it was just comfort, he know. And today was a comfort day.

"I'll always seen you the way you want to be seen." He promised, pressing a kiss to your temple and holding you tighter, chin resting on your shoulder as you sat together watching some shit rerun that didn't take much in brain power to process.

Even if his comfort was strange, never addressed what you talked about specifically it made you feel better. It made you feel better than no matter how shitty you felt about yourself or your body Jon would be there to love you. And you would love him, not just for the comfort but because of who he was as a person. Everything would be alright because you had each other, and that wasn't going to change anytime soon.

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if it’s not too much trouble could you please do something with Elias/Jonah (in whatever form you prefer!) whose s/o has been gravely injured (or even killed if ur feelin super angsty 👀) by another avatar?? I am a simple human looking to suffer

(*Rubs hands together*)

You have no idea what you have unleashed

He had warned against going to see the Desolation avatar. Told you it was a bad idea, but the strong will that had drawn him to you was your downfall. And it would be the downfall of whoever had taken his love away from him. He could still see your hands scrabbling to pat down the flames.

You had always loved fire. Bonfires or candles or fireworks or even just the flame on a lighter. You had burned just as bright, drawing a moth to your flame. But then the flame went out. He could hear the panicked scream. He could hear the realization in your voice. And he heard that final "I love you" before your throat and vocal cords had been overtaken by flame and smoke and ash.

Fire had destroyed you despite how much you loved it. He had allowed you to be destroyed despite how much he loved you. Love seemed to be the grand equalizer, even the best falling to it, and Elias was no exception. Love is what had drove him for so long. Twisted forms of love. His love for power. For control. His love for his god. But then there was you and he realized what love truly was.

Love was a warm breeze or your smile or your laugh. Love was when everything was meant to be. And this avatar had taken that spark away from him. This avatar had taken you away from the world. They would pay, of that he was certain.

His shirt was red up to the elbows in blood. He could feel the burn of the desolation as he crushed the organs his hands found. Hands that had been so gentle carding through your hair, now covered in gore. The heart would be last. Symbolic almost.

He ignored the avatar's screams, it was simple enough. Bludgeon the head and they couldn't move. But they felt it, they would die feeling the pain as they had done to you. When all was finished he tore their heart from their chest, watching it sputter and spasm, blood running in fresh rivulets down his arm. The body was disposed of easy enough.

He made sure to visit your grave often. Elias would apologize. He would leave flowers when he was able. But when the avatar was dead he had sat there, forehead pressed to the stone and crying. He had failed to keep you safe from a world he had pulled you into, and now the price had been paid. Maybe in another life it could have been better, less pain and less death, but neither of you lived in a better timeline. This was reality, no matter how much he wanted to change it.

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Can I please get romantic cuddling Jon through nightmares on both our ends?

Hold Me Until The Night Is Over...

You awoke with a start. The nightmares haven’t left you for weeks. The bags under your eyes have gotten heavier, the sleep in your brain making it hard to walk about the house, to even do as much as hold your partner’s hand was too much. But the last action wasn’t completely because of the exhaustion. Nightmares had gripped Jon as well. Jon had long been awakened by another nightmare, and sat up seemingly dissociating while staring at the wall. You wished you could comfort the exhausted archivist, but you had to comfort yourself first.

But you felt soft, chapped lips press at your forehead. Your head held by a weak hand. You realized your hands covered your face as you had to remove them to see Jon. Jon had apparently gotten tea and cakes when you were still tossing from nightmares. In one hand was a dainty tea cup with a small piece of cake. And it was like that, both of you leaned against the headboard with the telly streaming some odd infomercial about vacuums that you both sipped at lukewarm tea and nibbled at sweet cakes. Together.

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Imagine your F/O writing a song for you during quarantine! Whether you’re in different houses or not, you love the song and cherish it to bits. It could be a romantic song, or it could be a silly song. But your F/O puts a lot of work into it, happy with your satisfied reaction.

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What about Peter with a reader who is afraid of the ocean? 🥺 (can be romantic or platonic, however you guys want to write it ❤)

Don’t Let Me Go

Your tears streamed down your face as Peter hugged you fully. He didn’t quite understand how you feared the ocean, but he wouldn’t make you explain. He loved you, and that wouldn’t change how he felt about you. As he told you so, he felt he did something wrong since you began crying even more. His hand held your head gently against his chest, his other hand, lightly yet comfortingly, wrapped around your back.

You were afraid of him going out to sea again. How could you not? How he talked about it and gushed about his love for it. It scared you. Not because he loved or enjoyed something but because it was something you were terrified of. Something you were afraid would get him too.

And it was as you whimpered this out that he understood. He assured you as much as you needed, stayed with you day and night to remind you he was okay. And he wouldn’t ever leave your side until both of you knew you would be okay. His voyeurs became much shorter after that. As much as he loved being alone--your comfort was far more important.

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So we got an s/i statement from one mod, how about the other? But you don't have to, I just think it'd be neat! I love you both!!!!

mel i know u did this I’m 🔫

The Great Destruction of Mercury Neon

Mercury had long since let go of all the reservation towards the Fears that plagued neb in the beginning. Fear of becoming someone bad, someone evil. But that didn’t matter anymore. Neb was tired, and neb saw that there was more to the Fears than plain evil.

Regardless, that scratching at nebs mind never left. The scratching neb felt nebs entire life, the scratching neb couldn’t force away but seemed to grow in intensity each day. It was with this that neb would chase after its quelling. From the haunting of the Eye, Lonely and Vast to the adoption of the Flesh, to the Stranger, to the Corruption, to the Slaughter, Mercury couldn’t get the scratching to stop. Neb had halved nebs soul in so many parts that neb was only tired. There was no more fear or reluctance in giving nebself to more eldritch entities. And as much as Mercury wanted to hold on to this notion that neb hadn’t succumbed to some greater evil, coupled with delusions of being good, Mercury wasn’t human in the way neb knew anymore.

And it was while being aimless in nebs travels that everything seemed to flip, like a trapdoor swishing Mercury into some upside-down world. And nebs mind broke like porcelain being pierced. Into a million pieces did nebs last bit of self become. Pieces too small to be nebself anymore.

The colors and doorways and mirrors surrounded nebs as neb seemed to scream in silence and run in all directions. Nothing made sense yet made perfect sense. And that constant psychosis that followed neb nebs entire life finally caught up with neb. Being manipulated and twisted and played with like a toy by the Spiral.

And so neb spiraled into the last Fear that would claim neb.

And neb would never be the same.

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F/O: *walks in for the first time on screen*

Me:

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what up self shipping nation !! if u and ur f/o were ever Getting It On and you wanted to stop at literally any time they 100% respect you and stop what theyre doing immediately!!! no matter how evil/hard headed they respect your choice and your feelings!!

your f/os love you So So much and never want you to be uncomfy when yall hang out so you can trust that theyre happy if youre happy!! no matter how horny they are they value you so much higher!!!