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Well today is officially a year since I last updated Do It All Anew 🫡 I was actually scrambling to put out another chapter by yesterday—and I actually am very close!!!—but work got busy so I didn’t make it under the deadline. That said I really should realistically publish chapter 9, aka Scottish Safehouse But With Baby, sometime in the next few weeks :,)

I want to say a huge thank you to people who have read and reread DIAA, I have received so many lovely comments that have made me determined to never abandon this story even if it has been so long. I love you guys so much 😭😭😭

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On the eve of The Unknowing, Jon and Martin find comfort in each other's arms.

Rating: E

Fandom: The Magnus Archives

Pairing: Jonathan Sims/Martin Blackwood

Words: 18k (complete)

Tags: first kiss, first time, porn with feelings, angst and porn, trans Martin, ace Jon

Excerpt:

“Martin,” Jon says, frail. Martin blinks, a flick of lashes, glazing his eyes gold in the low light. Jon squeezes his hands. “This- this might be the last—” “Oh, come on,” Martin huffs, dropping his eyes. “Jon- don’t— Don’t.” “Don’t what?” “Don’t-” Martin bites his lip, but not before Jon’s seen it quiver. The patchy hair dusting his neck—would it be prickly against Jon’s skin?—undulates, throat in turmoil beneath. “Come on,” Martin says again, a plea. Jon closes his eyes, and the energy in his body buzzes all the brighter. He furrows his brow. Exhales. “So, I waited too long.” Sudden and sharp, Martin’s hands clench. It startles Jon’s eyes open. “Of course not,” Martin says, a rush. “God, I just—” he laughs, utterly vacant of joy, “it’s just- it’s shit timing, isn’t it?”

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@jonmartinweek final day, Day 9, Free/Au! I took the chance to do a sketch page with some doodles and some fanart (like, of fanfic) and whatnot. Thanks to everyone for a fantastic event week <3 these guys rotating in our minds collectively

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On the eve of The Unknowing, Jon and Martin find comfort in each other's arms.

Rating: E

Fandom: The Magnus Archives

Pairing: Jonathan Sims/Martin Blackwood

Words: 18k (complete)

Tags: first kiss, first time, porn with feelings, angst and porn, trans Martin, ace Jon

Excerpt:

“Martin,” Jon says, frail. Martin blinks, a flick of lashes, glazing his eyes gold in the low light. Jon squeezes his hands. “This- this might be the last—” “Oh, come on,” Martin huffs, dropping his eyes. “Jon- don’t— Don’t.” “Don’t what?” “Don’t-” Martin bites his lip, but not before Jon’s seen it quiver. The patchy hair dusting his neck—would it be prickly against Jon’s skin?—undulates, throat in turmoil beneath. “Come on,” Martin says again, a plea. Jon closes his eyes, and the energy in his body buzzes all the brighter. He furrows his brow. Exhales. “So, I waited too long.” Sudden and sharp, Martin’s hands clench. It startles Jon’s eyes open. “Of course not,” Martin says, a rush. “God, I just—” he laughs, utterly vacant of joy, “it’s just- it’s shit timing, isn’t it?”

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tumblr you owe me 30 dollars for making me look at this suggested tag on this particular post

oh hey if anyone ever wants help drawing fat people you can send me your drawings. actually please send me your drawings.

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oh hey if anyone ever wants help drawing fat people you can send me your drawings. actually please send me your drawings.

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dont worry about pushing yourself too hard to write :) you earned a little break after you finished the vampire au and we are more than happy to wait as long as it takes

thank you, this is very sweet 🥺

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jonmartin vampire au!!

Summary: Struggling for income, Martin registers with an app that connects vampires with willing blood donors. His first client is not at all what he expected.

Rating: T (graphic violence warning)

Word count: 124k COMPLETE!!!

Tags: vampires & vampire bites, canon tma vampires, getting together, mutual pining, body horror, non-sexual intimacy, power dynamics, fluff/angst, hurt/comfort, trans martin, sex-averse jon, slow burn, non-sexual kink, humor

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no excuses writing meme, askbox version

drop one of these bad boys in my askbox and i will post, without editing

FIRST — the first two sentences of my current project

LAST — the most recently written two sentences of my current project

NEXT — the next line. meaning i will finish the sentence I’m on and write a new one, which you’ll get.

[insert prompt here] — you post a prompt, and i’ll write three sentences based on that prompt, set in the same time/setting as my current project

WHAT IF — i will pick an important choice or event in my current project and write three sentences (or more?) about if it’d gone done differently

THE END — i’ll make up an ending, or post the ending if i’ve written it

BEFORE THE BEGINNING — three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project

POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective

feel free to specify a specific project, if i have more than one, or a fandom*, if you don’t know what i’m working on. 

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next and/or POV!

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NEXT:

Between slow applications of what could only be called smooches, Jon chuckled, “Is this the right environment for this?” Martin spent a few moments whipping up a clever reply, which fled his mind immediately when the doctor opened the door.

POV:

The sun hurt Jon's eyes.

He'd always been this way, scowling and squinting beneath skies that other people found pleasant. Since sleeping death released its grip on him, it had only gotten worse. Still, Melanie would certainly inflict bodily harm on him if he smoked in his usual spot, the service entry where she'd taken to brooding, so he'd found a nice park nearby. Every day he left the Archives, telling himself it was for the fresh air, then sat beneath the foul sun and blackened his lungs.

That day, prickles climbed the back of his neck. He paused at the height of an inhalation, then almost choked as he heard the voice he'd been aching for ever since he woke:

"Jon?"

"Martin?" he gasped. Sure enough, there he was: a bit over-dressed for the mild March afternoon, freckles abundant and beautiful, hands worrying before him.

Martin's eyes dropped to the cigarette. "Could you put that out?"

Jon's first impulse was to do just that, but he caught himself. He didn't want to seem too eager. Whatever Martin's own reasons, Jon's insistent (bordering on needy) attitude had certainly not helped the few interactions they'd had so far.

He took a pull of smoke, a small pulse of living heat between his knuckles, then breathed it out slowly to give himself a moment. Finally, with what he thought was astounding steadiness, he replied,

"Are you going to stay?"

Martin gave him a bit of a look. Then he said, "We need to talk. It's important."

Jon's heart may have actually stopped for a moment. He obliterated the cig on one of the bench's metal slats, then returned his eyes to Martin, slightly breathless.

"Okay."

With a look that Jon could not decipher but nonetheless did not like at all, Martin came and joined him on the bench. And then he just- sat there. He fiddled with his coat, looked out over the park, looked back at Jon. He succeeded, without doing anything, to drive Jon to the edge of insanity.

"Well?" he breathed finally, feeling like his heart might give out. God, this was the closest Martin had let him get. He- he could have touched him.

And then, wonder of wonders, Martin touched him. He wound his warm, soft hand around Jon's knobby wrist, and it had been so long since someone touched Jon like this that he found himself going tense despite how much he longed for it, despite how desperately he wanted to pull his hand just far enough back to lace it into Martin's.

The last thing he expected was to have his hand pressed to Martin's stomach. Racing mind coming to a rubber-burning stop, Jon managed, "Martin, what--?"

And something moved under his palm.

A dozen statements filled his mind, worms and fungus and a lonely man with bugs squirming from beneath his nail beds, and he tore his hand away. “What—” He stared at Martin's stomach for a moment, like spiders might tear through it at any moment. “M-Martin?”

“I, uh. Heh. I’m sorry I’m just now telling you,” Martin said, the twist of his mouth apologetic. God, was he not even frightened? How far gone was he?

“Y-you-you haven’t actually told me anything,” Jon managed. Christ, he should have pushed harder for Martin to talk to him. What had he gotten himself mixed up in? What if he was dying? Or, lord, already dead? Well-- a quick inventory of Martin's appearance quelled that fear a bit. He certainly didn't look bad. A bit tired, maybe, but healthy. Sporting a fair bit of new weight, which could have been a sign of emotional distress, Jon supposed, but certainly didn't point to something feeding off of him.

“Ah. Yeah." Martin chewed at a fleck of dead skin on his lip, and did not look at Jon. He opened his mouth a few times, but didn't say anything. A slight frown flickered between his brows. “I’m…”

Jon leaned forward. Martin took another breath in, out. He met Jon's eyes.

“I'm pregnant.”

Jon's ears rang.

Pregnant? Had he fallen in with some avatar? Had something unspeakable happened to him? Surely not Peter-- And, shit, Martin was a man! How--!? Oh, of course. God, he was losing his head. He knew very well that Martin was transgender. After all, they had--

they had--

Oh.

What a very normal sort of terror.

Martin made a valiant effort at a smile. “Bit past seven months, now," he said.

With the language center of his mind quite offline, Jon heard himself mumbling, “S-seven.” That didn't seem accurate. Now that Jon looked-- okay, yes, maybe, but- seven- how could he not have noticed? Maybe Martin had the time wrong? Well, no, he would know, wouldn't he- so that meant it really had been seven- which meant-- “So, it’s- it’s—?”

Martin smiled, small and sad. “Yours, yeah."

His.

Good lord.

@feathered-serpents and i were talking about Jon's POV of this scene and i was hoping someone might ask for this so i could write it!! thank you!!

(these are both for [Do It All Anew]!)

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[ID: A grayscale drawing of Jon and Martin from Strange Manner -a Vampire Jon au- lying in a bed facing each other. Jon is depicted as a thin, tired-looking Indian man with long curly hair. His mouth is mid vampiric transformation, his jaw unhinged and many jagged fangs protruding. His eyes reflect light and glow slightly. Martin is depicted as a Vietnamese-Polish man with shaggy dark hair and freckles. He has a scar on his cheek close to his mouth. Jon and Martin's noses brush and Martin looks softly at Jon, his lips very close to Jon's protruding fangs. A speech bubble over Martin's head says "It's okay". End ID]

@babyyodablackwood commissioned me to do a lil sketch of @crit20art 's fic so I drew a scene that made me so crazy insane I want to demolish a building (positive)

PLEASE go read Strange Manner if you want to experience the holy matrimony of viscera and romance brought to you by two extremely anxious men!!!

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SCREAM !! IT’S SO LOVELY THANK YOU LIZZIE AND LEE!!!

[ID: A grayscale drawing of Jon and Martin from Strange Manner -a Vampire Jon au- lying in a bed facing each other. Jon is depicted as a thin, tired-looking Indian man with long curly hair. His mouth is mid vampiric transformation, his jaw unhinged and many jagged fangs protruding. His eyes reflect light and glow slightly. Martin is depicted as a Vietnamese-Polish man with shaggy dark hair and freckles. He has a scar on his cheek close to his mouth. Jon and Martin's noses brush and Martin looks softly at Jon, his lips very close to Jon's protruding fangs. A speech bubble over Martin's head says "It's okay". End ID]

@babyyodablackwood commissioned me to do a lil sketch of @crit20art 's fic so I drew a scene that made me so crazy insane I want to demolish a building (positive)

PLEASE go read Strange Manner if you want to experience the holy matrimony of viscera and romance brought to you by two extremely anxious men!!!

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are you planning to continue do it all anew?

yes i am! i got pretty burnt out on it but im like halfway done with the next chapter and i do want to start working on it again soon

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check out my Strange Manner playlist!! i worked comically hard on putting it in chronological order corresponding with the events of the fic :,)

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LAST CHAPTER SHE’S COMPLETE!!!

so so excited to share this w you guys <333

excerpt:

“I fear you do not understand what you’re asking,” Jon said, hands wringing. “It- Martin, it will hurt.”

“I know,” Martin said. He folded both hands around Jon’s, their weight familiar, vessels pulsing. “It’s worth it.”

“How can you be sure?”

Martin took him by the cheek, pulled him in, and whispered, “I only want you on my skin.”

Jon still shudders when he thinks of it.

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jonmartin vampire au!!

Summary: Struggling for income, Martin registers with an app that connects vampires with willing blood donors. His first client is not at all what he expected.

Rating: T (graphic violence warning)

Word count: 124k COMPLETE!!!

Tags: vampires & vampire bites, canon tma vampires, getting together, mutual pining, body horror, non-sexual intimacy, power dynamics, fluff/angst, hurt/comfort, trans martin, sex-averse jon, slow burn, non-sexual kink, humor

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jonmartin vampire au!!

Summary: Struggling for income, Martin registers with an app that connects vampires with willing blood donors. His first client is not at all what he expected.

Rating: T (graphic violence warning)

Word count: 116k (16/17 chapters)

Tags: vampires & vampire bites, canon tma vampires, getting together, mutual pining, body horror, non-sexual intimacy, power dynamics, fluff/angst, hurt/comfort, trans martin, sex-averse jon, slow burn, non-sexual kink, humor