#rosy cheekx

[ombreblossom]

4 for the asks game :)

4. Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side?

Deeeeeeeeeepends haha. Sides or stomach is the tl;dr answer, but I can be comfortable in all positions. Like, if I’m reading in bed or something, I’ll start out sleeping on my side. If I’m hot or otherwise uncomfy, I’ll generally start sleep on my back. I’m at my comfiest sleeping on my stomach, though. I’ll usually move to my stomach if I don’t fall asleep reading and be on my stomach in the morning if I sleep all the way through the night.

[maliciously-delicious]

Tagged by: @ombreblossom !!!!! Hi!!!

Relationship status: Taken

Favorite color: purple and green

Favorite food: Bacon, Egg, and Cheese sandwhiches, Buffalo Chicken dip

Song stuck in my head: "Venom" by Icon for Hire

Last thing i googled: "What county do I live in"

Dream trip: literally anywhere with @rosy-cheekx, and also like,,,!!! A castle!!! I want to go to New York as well :)

Last book enjoyed: The Emperor and The Goddess

Last book hated: truly can't remember the name of it. It had surprise SA like halfway in after getting me super invested. Not epic or cool.

Favorite thing to cook/bake: OMELLETE!!! I love chopping up all my silly lil ingredients, truly nothing else on this earth gives me greater peace.

Most niche dislike: Mayonnaise 🤢

Opinions on the circus: Rad!!! I've only been to one once! I remember it vividly, very cool experience.

Sense of direction: dogshit, I have gotten lost 5 times I can think of in this past week

@rosy-cheekx DO IIIIT DO IT DOIT DO IT DOIT

[inklingofadream]

WIP Ask Game!

WIP asks game: Rules are as follows. post the barebones plot of your wips and let people send you an ask with the title that intrigues them the most and then post a snippet/tell them something about it! then, tag as many people as you have wips!

I was tagged by @marten-blackwood and @suttttton

OK not going to list anything that’s currently listed as an unfinished fic on AO3

Mom’s Been On A Parenting Kick Lately [Batman] [AKA documents “Talia” “Talia2″ and “Talia 3″]

2vamp2vampire [TMA]

Mike [TMA]

Georgie [TMA] [Cult auau]

bird 2 [TMA] [birdverse]

honeymoon [TMA] [birdverse]

art [OFMD]

boat bonnets [OFMD]

Jess/Cassie [Supernatural]

FakeCRFan Narnia au [TMA]

Tinkerbell Jon au [TMA]

jontim time travel [TMA]

tmotcatmotc sequel [TMA]

Housebound [TMA] [Jonelias]

Tagging @fakecrfan @simplysslytherin @ashs-slut-hut @voiceless-terror @rosy-cheekx @ash-rabbit @polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup and anyone else who wants to do it bc 14 is tooooo many

[j-mart]

Hey! If you like jmart stuff/archive crew content, I have a LOT of fics (like 30?) about Jmart, jontim, timsasha, etc etc etc under the tag “fanfic to a tea!”

hey, so, i actually love of a lot of your work! your fic and podfic alike :D but in case any of my followers aren’t familiar, i’m gonna answer this ask publicly.

rosy-cheekx’s work comes highly recommended from me, folks! if you’re looking for something light and fluffy, she’s got something for you. if you’re looking for post-canon goodness, they’ve got you covered. if you’re looking for podfic, they’ve got a whole lot of podfic as well!

and if you’re someone who prefers ao3 to tumblr for fic, her ao3 can be found here under the same handle if you wanna check her stuff out.

and just a couple personal recommendations:

Peeling Labels, in which jon explores his demisexuality

I Want To Be A Real Fake, where jon must attend a formal institute party and, much his dismay, tim insists on coming along

Drawn To You, where martin’s a guidance counselor at the local primary school, and he and jon attend the school’s science fair as a couple (and jon makes fast friends with one of the students)

and here’s their podfic collection as well :)

[voiceless-terror]

(I’m picking a number randomly) 54 for the kiss prompts 😘

this turned out to be ‘against a locker,’ so have some jonmartin apocalypse never happened silliness <3

“You didn’t have to come in, I was just about to leave.”

“Heard that one before.”

Jon rolls his eyes but nonetheless gets to his feet, wincing as his joints protest the movement. Martin’s not entirely wrong; it’s easy for Jon to lose track of time, and what’s ten minutes to him could in reality be an hour.

He likes staying after school for a few hours, when Martin gets a late shift at the store. He’ll wander the stacks, humming as he re-shelves any misplaced books. The students who occasionally stay after don’t cause much in the way of trouble - the library isn’t exactly a hub of socialization. It’s unexciting, but there’s always something to keep his hands busy. He enjoys the routine of it.

“Besides, I kind of wanted to scope out the place. You’ve been here for a half a year and this is the first time I’ve been inside.” Martin pokes at a cart of books, making a startled grab for it when it moves. Jon stifles a chuckle as he makes his way over to the circulation desk to grab his coat and bag.

“As dull as expected?” Jon gives him a sardonic smile, throwing his bag over his shoulder. 

“Not at all, actually. Cause it’s got you.”

“Sap.”

“Naturally.” He bends down and presses a kiss to Jon’s head, intertwining their hands as they start down the hallway. “You know, I used to feel bad about dropping out. Not so much anymore, but...I feel like I missed out on some experiences, y’know? Memories.”

Jon snorted. “You couldn’t pay me to be a student again. I do not miss those days.”

Martin nudges his side. “Worse than being an archivist?”

“I didn’t say that,” Jon replies, butting his head against Martin’s shoulder in retaliation. The halls are barren at this hour- most sport practices are done, and clubs generally disperse around five. He finds himself appreciating the blessed silence, their voices echoing around the empty hall. “It was a different sort of bad. Mundane. The terror of the everyday.”

“Bringing home a B to your Nan?”

“Oh, she didn’t much care about that,” Jon dismisses. “And I never brought home a B anyway. I was thinking more about the whole ‘getting shoved into lockers’ business.”

Martin’s grip around his hand tightens incrementally. “I probably would’ve too, if I didn’t hit my growth spurt at age eleven.”

“Would’ve been nice to have you around,” Jon murmurs, giving him a sly glance. “I’d have much fonder memories of the place.”

Martin pauses his steps, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he tugs on Jon’s hand, coaxing him towards the lockers. “Yeah? You think we would’ve liked each other back in secondary?”

Jon smiles, allowing himself to be led. “I think you would’ve worn me down, maybe. Some cheesy love poetry-”

“I’ll have you know I wasn’t cheesy, even back then-” a gentle nudge and Jon’s against the lockers, Martin towering over him with a smirk. He pretends his heart does not skip a beat, he’s not some teenager. “How about we give you a fond memory now, hm?”

Martin, when he wants to be, is irritatingly suave, and Jon falls for it hook, line and sinker as Martin places one finger under his chin and tilts it up, leaning down for their lips to meet. It’s warm and sweet, just like the man himself, and Jon’s tempted to take a fistful of his jumper before a cough has him springing away.

“Sorry!”

It’s Sophie, a sixth former who spends most of her mornings in the library. She looks between the two of them, shooting Jon a sly grin. “Stayed late for practice - I just needed to get my textbooks-” She gestures to the locker that Jon’s currently slammed against.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry-” He tugs himself out of Martin’s arms, who’s looking at him with nothing but amusement in his face and not a hint of embarrassment. He watches awkwardly as Sophie spins the combination and grabs her book, giving the two of them a wink. “I’ll let you get back to it, Mr. Sims and...friend.” With that, she dashes around the corner, leaving a gaping Jon and a smiling Martin in her wake.

Martin shrugs it off, moving in to kiss Jon once more before he bats him away.

“Oh my god, I’m never going to hear the end of that.” He puts his head in his hands, bemoaning his sudden lack of control. Martin, it would seem, brings out the worst in him.

“It’s fine, it’s not like we were full-on making out or anything-”

“You know I hate that phrase-”

“Fine, snogging-”

“Stop!”

“Alright, alright.” Martin laughs again, grabbing at Jon’s hand. “Any other places you hate that I can fix up for you?”

“Never really liked the boy’s locker room, but I doubt you’ll want to go in there.”

“Home it is!”

[bluejayblueskies]

“Rampage” for microfics!

Martin flung the door to Jon’s office open, half-expecting to see a monster or a murderer or- or something in there that warranted the alarming crashing, thumping noises that had cut through the air suddenly and without warning. Instead, he sees statements--and the rest of the contents of Jon’s desk--strewn on the ground in an array of white paper and black ink, and Jon standing precariously on his desk chair, staring at his now-empty desk in mute horror.

Martin just stands there, his mouth opening and closing for a few seconds, before he finally says, “What are you doing?”

Jon jumps like he’s been hit with an electric shock and nearly falls off the chair. “Martin!” he says, his voice pitched a bit higher than normal. “I, er.” He clears his throat. “Just- just knocked some things off my desk. Nothing to be concerned about.”

“Right,” Martin says slowly. “And the chair?”

“A- a better vantage point,” Jon says, the lie painfully obvious. “To see the statements. To, er. Put them back in order.”

“Right,” Martin repeats. The skepticism in his voice is practically palpable.

Jon clings to the lie for another moment before sighing heavily. “There was a spider. It, er.” He shudders. “It ran across my hand and disappeared into the pile of statements. I will admit I... reacted quite poorly.”

“Right,” Martin says. He’s starting to feel rather like a broken record. “I can... I can pick them up? I really don’t, uh, mind spiders. So if I see it, I can get rid of it?”

Jon’s cheeks darken, but after a moment, he nods. “That... may be for the best, yes. Er. Thank you.”

Martin tries to pretend like a simple thank you doesn’t make affection curl in his stomach. He doesn’t think he succeeds. “It’s no trouble at all.”

[archivistbot]

Martin, Gerry and Jon: Do you have a favorite food?

ARCHIVIST:  What do you mean, food?

GERARD:  Fruit, vegetables, you know?

ARCHIVIST:  [Enunciating each word carefully] What?

[suttttton]

WIP Game

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

evidently I’m much more organized now than the last time i did this because these working titles are,,, actually descriptive?? incredible what an innovation

Groundhog Day

Fairy Fic

The Little Mermaid

Enchanted

Little Black Bird 2

Magnus Archives 90s Halloween Special

Stardew Valley

Basira + Jon

Mom

Day ?? - Hidden Scars

Day ?? - Suffocation

Day ?? - Used As An Experiment

Day ?? - “Help Them”

Day ?? - Nightmares

Day ?? - Black Eye

Day 28 - Presumed Dead

i can’t count so i’m just tagging @this-is-such-a-bad-decision @inklingofadream @bluejayblueskies @rosy-cheekx @morning-softness @dathen @storm-does-stuff @measureyourlifeincake @scatteredheroes and anyone else who wants to do this!

[read-watch-sleep]

WIP Tag game

I was tagged by @morning-softness Post the last line of your WIP and tag some friends!

“Juno, I don’t believe that noticing beautiful women is the point of this exercise-” Nureyev started, the emotion climbing in his voice was carefully, but just barely contained.

“No, listen.” Juno cut him off. “Hey big guy, doesn't she seem kind of… familiar?” He rolled back the tape. In a moment of mild distraction, the woman’s face turned ever-so slightly to the camera. They could barely see more than her nose.

@cinnamoniic @kaiserkorresponds @rosy-cheekx

[ombreblossom]

WIP Tag Game

I was tagged by @morning-softness to find the words Time, Want, and Promise in my WIPs. Thanks for the tag, Anna! I don’t have a ton of prose written for most of my WIPs, but lemme take a look~

(I know you tagged me in this a month ago or so, but I hoard tag games for when I have spoons to do them haha.)

★ Time

(This is from my White Day WIP.)

There’s nothing for it. Sleep is simply not happening, and that’s fine. He’ll pass out when his body is good and ready. He has the luxury of time now in this place of relative safety. Swinging his legs over the lip of the cot, Martin sits upright and thinks. None of his belongings are here, not his hard-bound notebook full of words and quotes and poetry fragments nestled in-between his own (admittedly probably) overwrought poetry, nor a single change of clothes, nor toiletries, nor any of the hundreds of items that come part and parcel with living in a city these days. The list goes on of what he neglected to bring with him in his haste to flee his apartment.

★ Want

(This is from a companion piece to "i am and i am not (what you choose to see)” from Martin’s perspective.)

And home is now where Martin is pacing the length of their rather small bedroom, finding every way to delay putting on this dress. He only has so much time before Jon comes back. I'll give you some time to think about whether you want to try it on or not, he said. It's your decision, and I won't be disappointed either way. I'll love you no matter what happens, okay? And Jon left to putter around the downstairs. Martin imagines he's making a mug of tea, though he can't hear the sound of a whistling kettle over the blood rushing in his ears, and finishing up the chapter of Guards, Guards he'd left off on before they left the safe house that morning.

★ Promise

Nothing for “promise,” surprisingly.

I’m tagging @organchordsandlightning, @magnetarmadda, @rosy-cheekx, and @twisted-pride to find the words Cuddle, Deep, and Green in your WIPs - if any of you want to! And anyone else who’d like to participate as well~

[theyrejustboys]

Tagged by @dathen <3

Rules: answer the questions and tag nine people you want to get to know better/catch up with

Three ships: Percy/Diggory (HFTH); Hector/Jonah (HFTH); Jon/Martin/Tim/Sasha (TMA)

Three friendships: Polly & Mort & Yaretzi (HFTH); Jon & Sasha (TMA); Walt & Riot (HFTH)

Last song: Brutus by The Buttress

Last movie: My housemate is watching Jennifer’s Body in the same room as me right now, does that count?

Currently watching: House Hunters International (I basically only watch HGTV these days bc I’m turning into my grandfather)

Currently listening: Hello from the Hallowoods + relistening to The Magnus Archives

Currently reading: In Deeper Waters by F.T. Lukens

Currently craving: Strawberry donut holes my beloved

I’ll tag @savvy-califragilistic, @acrisisofbeholding, @rosy-cheekx, @voodoopunx, @mothmerchant and uhhhh anyone else who wants to participate, I’m bad at keeping up with who’s already done one! <3

[inklingofadream]

“It’s cute that you tried to protect me and all, but you’re like a foot shorter than me, you know?”/“Do you think just because my feet don’t touch the bottom of the pool that I need a floatie?”/“The stepping stool is unnecessary.” SHORT JON RIGHTS any /combo of these + any of the og archive staff members?

(doubling as an answer to an anon prompt from months ago for "marry me?" + Jonmartin)

-

“The stepping stool is unnecessary.” Jon resisted the urge to plant his hands on his hips, glaring up at Tim.

Tim raised an eyebrow. “Just trying to make the Archives feel more like home, Boss.” His grin was easy and entirely too innocent.

“I appreciate the consideration, but even if I required a step stool, I doubt we’ll be getting enough use out of the upper breakroom cabinets to warrant one’s presence.” He tried to keep his voice even; if he let any frustration or amusement show, Tim would win and Jon would never hear the end of it.

Tim shot up out of his seat as though that was precisely the cue he was waiting for, gesturing at the little assemblage of plastic and metal like a veteran showman. “That’s the wonder of it, Boss! It’s portable! All those difficult-to-reach statements, right at your fingertips!” His grin was wide and plastic, eyes widened to the point of absurd earnestness.

Jon gave in, snorted, clutching his hands together and to his heart in an equally dramatic gesture. “Thank you ever so much, Tim. How can I ever hope to repay such a considerate gift?”

“A raise wouldn’t go amiss!”

Sasha hip-checked Tim into the table- Jon grinned, having seen her approach where Tim had not-making him squawk and wheel his arms. “We’ve been here a week and you’re already asking for a raise?” She shot a look at Jon, dropping her box full of drinkware on the table with a slight clatter, “Sounds like insubordination to me. Practically a fireable offense!”

“Traitor!” Tim clutched at his heart and collapsed back into his seat.

“I think you’re both being overly frivolous on company time,” Jon cut in. “I ought to fire you both and just run this Archive myself.”

“Not entirely by yourself! You’d still have Martin,” Tim waved a finger like this was an earth-shattering point.

“Ah yes,” the other two laughed as Jon’s expression soured, “Whatever would I do without Martin?”

-

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, and I don’t ever want to have to find out.” Jon rested his head against Martin’s shoulder, tired by the short walk to the courtyard.

“I mean,” Martin blushed. Jon gazed up at the pink flush and smiled. “I’m not really religious? And I don’t think you are either. And at that point, marriage is more a legal contract than anything else.”

Jon frowned, but his tone was joking. “Are you saying you don’t want to marry me?”

Martin looked appalled, shaking his head. “No, sorry, I,” he glanced at Jon, loosening his shoulders at the other man’s smile, “No, I just. I’m not actually sure we can?I mean. We don’t legally exist, here. We’re really lucky we’ve gotten away as long as we have with being John Doe 1 and 2 on the hospital records.”

Jon snorted. “But barring any legal or existential questions?”

“Well, I don’t know. I always fancied a bit of romance, myself. You know, one knee, ring, that whole bit. Significantly fewer bedpans and IV stands.”

Jon shifted, making to get off the bench, and Martin grabbed for his waist, hands feather-light and gentle. “Don’t! You’ll rip your stitches!”

Jon rolled his shoulders and sat back, huffed. “Well, if you don’t want me on the bench and you don’t want me on one knee, you really ought to put me out of my misery and give me a direct rejection.” He crossed his arms gingerly and stuck his nose in the air, smile twitching at the edges of his mouth.

Martin sighed, though it came out a bit less exasperated and more besotted than he’d intended. “Here.” He stood, kneeling and groping about the base of the bench for a bit of grass before twisting it into shape and propping one knee up in the appropriate pose. “Marry me?”

Jon grinned, solemnly holding out his hand for the makeshift ring. “I’d be delighted.”

[j-mart]

Hey! I’m the one who wrote Alone Again Naturally and BRUH I’m so glad you noticed the nuances of the Tim’s desk scene. No one else had caught the emotion I tried to imbed in that and I’m so happy you saw the hardship in that.

oh! i wasn't entirely sure if that was intentional or not. i'm glad to have noticed, then! :D martin's really going through it, isn't he? :sobs:

thank you for the ask, and thank you for the lovely and heartbreaking fic! <33

[voiceless-terror]

Comfort food for Jmart microfic. Re your post about Jon being happy and gaining weight please I’m dying for it

“Can I have another?”

“Course. Made ‘em for you.”

He passes Jon another biscuit; he spent the afternoon making a batch after a throwaway comment from Jon about how much he liked them. Martin has been indulging Jon’s recently discovered sweet tooth, and it’s starting to show.

Jon feels warm and solid on his lap, and Martin remembers a time not so long ago when Jon was all ribs and sharp edges, liable to break. But he’s here now, with a round face and an easy smile, getting crumbs all over the jumper he stole from Martin and relaxing in his arms. He can’t help pulling Jon closer, rubbing a hand over his newly-soft stomach.

“You’re awfully touchy these days.” 

“You’re awfully handsome,” Martin replies, pecking his cheek. “I like having more of you to squeeze.”

“So you’ve said.” Jon takes another prim bite, leaning back into Martin’s chest. “And I aim to please.”

“I’m very pleased.” He plucks the biscuit out of Jon’s hand, taking the last bite and ignoring his affronted gasp.

Jon’s elbow may be less pointy, but it still hurts when he jabs it into Martin’s side.

Worth it.

[bluejayblueskies]

“Total control” for the microfic prompts!

“I have the situation totally under control, Martin.”

“Tim, you literally just saw worms under your desk. Under your desk! As in not outside anymore!”

Tim grimaces and glances at the silver-colored stain on the tile. “Yeah, well--they’re dead now! So, uh, totally under control.”

Martin’s eyes are wide, and he’s still pressed against the wall, as far from Tim’s desk as he can get. “Tim.”

Tim sighs and crosses the room to Martin, putting a hand on Martin’s shoulder. Martin seems to relax slightly at that, the contact grounding him and erasing some of that blind panic. Still, his eyes are fixed on the floor beneath Tim’s desk when he says, “I just... I live here now, Tim. If the worms are inside...” Martin takes in a long, shaky breath. “Am... am I still safe?”

Tim debates between the lighthearted approach and the serious approach before deciding that now is probably not the time for levity and jokes. “Document storage is airtight,” he says, “and you’ve got, like, a dozen fire extinguishers in there.” At Martin’s sputtering, he says with a small grin, “You’re really not good at hiding them.”

“Yeah, well.” Martin crosses his arms across his chest in a gesture that could be annoyed or could be protective. Probably both. “If you got trapped in your flat for two weeks by a- a worm queen, you’d also take precautions.”

“Hey, no judgment,” Tim says softly, placing just a bit more pressure on Martin’s shoulder. “So you’re prepared.” Tim meets Martin’s eyes and gives him a warm, wide smile. “And you’ve got me to smash some worms for you if need be.”

Martin takes in another breath, exhales, and says, “Yeah.” He nods once and repeats, “Yeah.”

[ombreblossom]

Tagged by: @morning-softness

Relationship status: Single

Favorite color: Blue and purple

Favorite food: Mapo tofu, kara-age chicken, hot pot, (super specific but) Firebird’s Chicken Pasta, most things with chocolate, tofu scramble, and a ton more haha. I love food~

Song stuck in my head: “Sakura Nagashi” by Hikaru Utada

Last thing i googled: “shure mv7” (an expensive microphone I might get for podficcing someday)

Dream trip: I want to return to Kyoto, Japan and, if at all possible, find my host family from when I stayed there over a decade ago.

Last book read/currently reading: Add Magic to Taste, edited by Duck Prints Press

Last book enjoyed: Add Magic to Taste, edited by Duck Prints Press

Last book hated: Anna had The Fountainhead here, and same haha. As the years go by, I loathe Ayn Rand more and more. But for me, I think I read The Great Gatsby more recently, so ah. That one.

Favorite thing to cook/bake: Chicken noodle soup and kara-age! I also make a pretty mean omelette. Baking doesn’t interest me as much anymore, but I’ll still bake a few apple crisps this season.

Most niche dislike: Mmmm. Typing on my phone? I’ll do it if I have to, but I’ve gone out of my way to make things that’d normally do on my phone easier to do on my desktop.

Opinions on the circus: Acrobats ARE amazing. All the folks involved in circuses are talented as fuck. I still kind of avoid them, though, because of the history there.

Sense of direction: Ahhh fairly bad. I can follow directions just fine, but it takes me a long, long time to get used to a place enough to navigate without them. 

Some people I want to get to know better!

@wernnaa, @bluejayblueskies, @rosy-cheekx, @acemartinblackwood, and @maliciously-delicious~ and anyone else who wants to do it!