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This was meant to be DOUBLE JEOPARDY, not GENERAL HOSPITAL! Come on, don't just leave me here!

where do pipis come from, anyway? alt versions beneath the cut:

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I need to share a Vision: power bottom King who makes whoever he's fucking top and forcing them to submit. Sometimes he likes to top to humiliate them more though.

anon you’re fucking killing me imagine being power bottomed by a guy with a gut mouth. and the size of that tongue?????? ummmm???? the strong grip, the demand in your ear to produce him an heir (WHO SAID THAT???)

the way no matter WHAT he put in you, it would make your lower belly bulge out…

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bringing it up again for the millionth time but I'm still obsessed with the way that hannibal lecter is canonically aware of the narrative not because its ever explicitly stated but because the author who created him genuinely believes this to be true and stopped writing the book series because he's afraid of him

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I’m doing artfight this year!

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i think they have the most amazing potential 📺💻

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How does one even begin to blog about their OCs.

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the weirdly vengeful and petty tones aborted babies take in pro-life propaganda images are so funny like this passive aggressive "was it worth it mommy?" and "it's a shame you can't join me in heaven mommy 😔" like do you ever wonder if you were aborted for a reason you little bitch ass baby

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while the cameras are turned away

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lantern

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mimes a dismissive jerkoff gesture but im shaking and badly hiding that i orgasmed on the 2nd stroke

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Prompt: it might rob Martin of a lot of characterization depending on reading/execution, but— what if he *had* killed Elias in the Panopticon? Followed through on Peter’s original intent

Ohhhhh this is so interesting.

You've got some pretty drastic immediate consequences:

Fearpocalypse doesn't happen, at least not right away (It depends on when Elias wrote his ritual and where exactly he put it)

A good chunk of the Institute staff die - because it's funner for me personally if Elias was telling the truth about that. Vampire rules

Peter probably doesn't drag Martin into the Lonely the way he did as punishment, Martin continues on his path to avatarship

Jon and Martin don't end up together

So what spins off from that, a few months in the future? Maybe a year?

Let's find out.

(Spoiler alert: nothing good.)

It was the sort of thing that usually involved a board, a quarterly budget meeting.  Even for small, private academic institutions.  But the previous administration had seen no reason to involve that sort of oversight, and the new generation were following their lead in that area, at least.  So the director of the Magnus Institute met the representative from the Lukas Family Foundation in a cafe on the other side of Chelsea.

Jon was the only person in the cafe, sitting somewhat awkwardly in his suit.  Even the barista had ducked into the back and not returned.  That was the sort of thing that tended to happen when a place was expecting Martin.

Martin entered exactly when Jon expected him to.  He Knew that he’d checked in at the Institute, but he’d also Known that he preferred to spend as little time inside the building as possible, and where he was most likely to suggest going instead.  As Martin sat down across from him, Jon told him, “I got you a tea.”

“Thank you,” Martin said, and did not touch it.  He was smartly dressed himself, ginger curls neatly groomed and a heavy navy trench coat wrapped around him.  His glasses (a new pair, Jon noted, pricy) seemed to be semi-permanently fogged; there was a long moment where Jon could not see his eyes, before it cleared somewhat.

They were colorless.  What color had they been before?  Jon couldn’t remember.

He cleared his throat.  “How - how have you been?”

“We ought to focus on the Institute,” Martin said, and Jon said, “Fine.”

He brought out the heavy binder he’d put together, laying it on the table between them and beginning to walk Martin through everything.  Progress on the repairs, easing scrutiny from the authorities.  The new security system, badly needed, as Melanie became a growing threat.  Their rising employment costs.

“That’s going well, then?” Martin asked.  “The hiring, I mean.”

He said it so casually it put Jon’s teeth on edge.  “Yes, well.  It’s not exactly easy to more or less rebuild the staff from scratch…especially at the Magnus bloody Institute.”

A workplace shooting, and Legionnaire’s disease.  That had been their story.  The first half had covered those who had died in the Institute when Martin slew Jonah and the damage Trevor, Julia, and Daisy had done; the latter, those who hadn’t been at work at the time.  It was a flimsy story…but when had the Institute ever had anything but?

“The new folk aren’t up to your standards, then?”

“I didn’t say that.  I’m…quite pleased with the archival team, actually.  Lena runs a tight ship.”  Was making more progress with Gertrude’s very intentional mess than he’d ever managed to, that was for sure.  “And the assistants show a lot of promise, too.  Sam in particular.”

“Have you told them?” Martin asked placidly.  Jon hesitated.

“...no.”

“I thought you wanted to be honest.”

“I-I do, I’m going to, I just - I don’t.  I don’t know how to make them believe me.  Not yet.”

“If you say so,” Martin said, and sounded so much like Peter that Jon had a near-physical reaction.  He grit his teeth and changed the subject.

“Look, we both know the financials are solid,” Jon said.  “We don’t really need to go over them.”

“Should I go, then?”

“No.  Good lord, there’s - there’s so much else we need to talk about - ”

“Like what?”

“Daisy, for one.  Have you…heard anything?  Seen anything?”

“No.”

“Still in the wind, then.  I wish…”  Jon stopped himself from finishing the sentence.  I wish we still had Basira to track her down.  “How about rituals?”

“You’d Know more about that than I would,” Martin said, and Jon swallowed his frustration.

“And what about the Extinction?”

“That’s not really the point of this meeting, Jon.”  Martin flipped over a report.

“Surely we can at least discuss it.  It was this huge, looming disaster, and then all of a sudden - nobody wants to talk about it.”  Which was ironically, Jon couldn’t help thinking, what happened with a lot of the things associated with the Extinction.  Warming oceans, rising CO2 levels, garbage patches…

“Things are a bit better than they were, now some of the other powers are stronger,” Martin said with infuriating patience.  “Not quite as urgent.  We’ll let you know when we need your help; for the moment, we’re taking steps on our own.  We’d rather prefer to keep it that way right now.”

“‘We?’” Jon asked somewhat bitterly.  “Or ‘him?’  Or ‘them?’”

“‘I,’ actually,” Martin said firmly.  “It’s my project.  One of them, at least.”

“O-oh.”  Jon was somewhat taken aback, and felt guilty about being so.  He shouldn’t have been so surprised.  “Congratulations.”

“I don’t need it, but thank you.  I suppose.”

“You don’t stutter anymore, you know.”

“Don’t I?”  Martin looked faintly surprised.  It was the most emotion that Jon had seen him display all day.

“Guess you don’t need to,” Jon said.  And it was a low blow, petty and impulsive, and he regretted it as soon as he said it…especially because it was pointless.  Martin’s face didn’t even flicker, and Jon Knew what he was feeling: the same thing he always did.  Nothing at all.  Just a great, flat void inside of him, peaceful and static.

Perhaps that was what had kept him there.  In the Lonely, with the Lukases.  More than anything else.  That…peace.

Could Jon have ever given him that?  He could’ve Looked, he could’ve Known, even if subjective things like that were more difficult.  He shied away from it, and didn’t need to Know to be aware of what a coward he was.

“Why did you leave?” Jon asked, because 

“Why didn’t you?” Martin returned, but it was in that same bland, dreamy tone he’d used for the entire meeting, and for every other time Jon had met with him before.  He’d begun to think of it privately as the “Lukas lilt.”  “You know how.  With Elias gone - ”

“Jonah.”

“ - you might not have even needed to gouge out your eyes.”  Martin continued patiently after the interruption.  “Why didn’t you…burn the whole Institute to the ground?  Why’d you become director?”

Jon said nothing.  Martin nodded.  “I suppose you have your answer, then.”

“I don’t feel that I have much of anything at all,” Jon snapped, and Martin sighed.

“Do you have any more pressing questions, Jon?” he asked him, with the implication heavy in his voice that if he did, he ought to just Know the answers.

“No,” Jon said.  “I suppose not.”

“All right, then.”  Martin stood.  His chair slid back noiselessly.  “Your funding request’s approved.  I’ll talk to you again in three months.

But as it turned out, he actually did have one more question.  It leaped out of him as Martin went to leave.

“Martin…when you killed him.  Eli - Jonah, he’d told us what would happen.  To the others, everyone at the Institute.  Did you…think that he was lying?  Or did you forget?”

Martin paused at the door, looking only halfway back over his shoulder.  His expression was far away, and he took a long time to answer.  Jon waited impatiently, and was about to ask again, more sharply this time, when Martin finally spoke.

“I don’t really remember what I was thinking then, Jon,” he told him softly.  “But I don’t think I cared.”

"I know that's not true," Jon said as he shoved himself to his feet, and now he was angry. "I know you cared. I know how much you cared, and who about, and - and I know that you still do." He stared Martin down. "Somewhere."

"Really?" Martin tipped his head, and chuckled slightly. "Do you Know it?"

Once again, Jon said nothing. The silence that stretched out between them was frigid and desolate, empty as the ocean, as the moors. As the now-collapsed tunnels beneath the Institute.

Finally, eventually, Martin said, "Goodbye, Jon," and left.

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Me writing a scene I've looked forward to for literal years

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AUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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Showing my cock things it's never seen before

1. The inside of a sprite can

2. h..hopital

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Kris uses they/them Seam uses they/them Lanino uses he/they Jevil uses he/they these are alL CANON. THEYRE ALL CANON. ARE YOU GUYS HEARING THIS? STOOOOP CALLING THEM ALL GUYS. SHAKING YOU.

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“it’s circus work.” not to me. not if it’s my monkeys.

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don’t kys, you never know when a new type of wet pathetic character is about to be introduced to you via tumblr.com/dashboard thanks to your mutuals