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My WTNV blog is @video-killed-the-radio-host

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Genshin Impact! Electro! Swordsman! Sasha + Dendro! Swordsman! Not!Sasha

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“You can’t control me anymore!”

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Anemo! Catalyst! Genshin Impact! Jon

(it's martins sweater)

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"Blow me away....Archivist."

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My take on a Pyro! Polearm! Genshin Impact! Elias. I know Anemo would fit his colors, but I think fire fits his personality better

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This is yet another installment of the Blue Cardigan series and a very late birthday present for @avatar-made-of-butterflies 😁😘

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“Elias is in a bad mood.” TIm announces, sitting down a box of pastries next to where Sasha as idly scrolling on her phone.

Sasha looks up. “What makes you say that?" She asks, sitting the device aside and pulling the box closer. She selects a danish and sits back.

"Well when I got here, he was looking around the filing room for...something. Seemed frantic. I told him good morning and he didn't even bother to insult me."

"Well...maybe whatever he's looking for is important." Sasha muses, biting into the danish.

"Maybe so but he's made quite the mess and-"

"We'll be expected to clean it up. Because of course we will." Sasha sighs.

"Let's just hope his mess isn't too much. Jon is going to flip his lid." Tim grimaces.

"We'll just have Martin tell him. Problem solved."

Tim shakes his head with a laugh. "That's a valid point."

"Have Martin tell me what?" Jon asks as he enters the room, watching the other two jump in surprise. He felt a strange satisfaction at that.

Tim watches Jon cross the room and get himself a glass of coffee.

"Well?' Jon looks up. "Tell me what?".

"That...Elias is making a mess because he lost something."

Jon takes a long drink before sitting the mug on the counter with a sigh. "I just reorganized that room. Bloody hell." He picks up the mug again and starts to leave the room. "I'm a bit behind so I'm getting an early start. Try not to set Elias off more."

Tim watches him go. "He took that better than I thought he would."

"He hasn't seen the mess yet." Sasha sighs. "Well I need to go look into some ghosts. I'll see you later?"

"I'll be here."

Jon steps into the file room and nearly dropped his mug in shock. The room is in complete disarray. Boxes everywhere and papers in discarded piles on the floor. All of his long hours reshelving and cleaning were undone. Deep in the room, Jon can hear annoyed muttering.

"Who's there?" He calls. "You've already soured my mood by making a mess."

There's more shuffling before Elias' head pops out from behind a bookcase. "Ah hello Jon. Apologies for the mess."

"I'm sure " Jon replies drily. "What is it that you are looking for?"

"My cardigan."

"Your what?"

"My cardigan? Blue? Soft? Ridiculously cheap?"

"Why would your cardigan be in here?"

"Because I can't find it anywhere else." Elias throws his hands up in exasperation, stepping over the box closest to him.

"Yes well, your cardigan isn't in here."

Elias hums. "Yes. I've noticed. I best keep looking." He pats Jon's shoulder, not missing the way the shorter man flinched before brushing past and out of the room.

Jon watched him go before looking at the mess with a sigh. It's going to be a very long day.

Elias leaves Jon to his work, which the shorter man is greatful for. He gets through two statements before pausing for a break and looking up to see Martin tapping softly on the doorframe.

"What is it?" Jon asks, sitting back in the chair with a tired look on his face.

Martin approaches the desk and offers Jon a paper bag with a nervous smile.

"What's this?" Jon opens the bag. Inside was a nearly folded- oh bloody hell. "Martin-"

"I found it the other day on the floor outside your office." Martin rubs the side of his neck sheepishly. "I was going to return it sooner but it had a hole so I...fixed it and washed it."

"Martin-" Jon tried again.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you but I just- just forgot and-" Martin continues to ramble.

Jon wanted to scream. This mess was Martin's fault. But it was more Elias' fault for losing the bloody cardigan in the first place.

"Martin."Jon says, louder this time. "Stop talking."

Martin's mouth closes. "Sorry…"

"I…" be nice Jon. "Appreciate the gesture but…"

Martin's face falls.

"This isn't mine."

"It's not?"

"No. It's Elias'. He's been making a mess all morning looking for it."

Martin pales. Jon can see the "oh shit I fucked up" going through his head as if it were said out loud. "I-"

"Just...go put it in his office. Then you're going to help me clean this mess up."

"Ri-" Martin clears his throat. "Right. Of course. Sorry." He shuffles out of the room, a rather adorable blush spreading across the back of his neck. Tim is never going to let him live this down.

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Hey all...

I hate to ask because I know others are struggling too but @acealex-blueiguana and I both just tested positive for the covid. We sent the results to our respective work places and they both told us that they don't pay covid leave, which leave us with no bill or food money at all. Even the smallest thing would help.

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Or if you have any ideas to make quick cash send em my way!

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The stand in tie gave me Logan vibes

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I should have been packing yesterday but instead I made a Mechinisms oc

Her name is Odilia Fortuna and she was inspired by the black swan from swan lake

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Partita in D Minor

Martin walks through the Institue as he prepares to leave but stops when he hears violin. He wasn’t aware anyone who worked at the Institute listen to classical music, other than maybe Elias.

He follows the sounds, coming to a stop outside the file room. The music is louder now. He knocks but gets no answer, so he slowly turns the knob and pushes the door open. Looking inside, he sees Jon with his back to the door. So it isn’t a tape. He watches Jon play with a small soft smile. It’s another minute or so before Jon stops and lowers the bow.

“Martin.” Jon says without turning around.

“I-I’m sorry-” Martin stammers, taking a step back.

Jon sighs softly and gently rests the violin into the open case waiting on the table. “Partita in D minor.” He answers the unasked question.

“Oh.” Martin pauses and adds “It sounded beautiful.”

“I know.” Jon says rather defensively, wringing his hands nervously. “I’ve been working on it for a while.”

Martin blinks at him a few times. “I didn’t really peg you for a violinist.” He says awkwardly. “How long-”

“You don’t have to pretend you actually care.” Jon interrupts.

“No-no I think it’s great!” Martin offers a shaky smile. “Music is a good way to cope with the fact that our job-your job- is deadly.”

“What are you still doing here?” Jon asks instead of addressing the prior statement.

“I was just leaving when I heard you.”

“Why are you here so late?” Jon locks the case and turns his head to finally look at the other man.

“I...was worried about you.” Martin admits.

“I’m fine.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.”

“Martin.”

“Jon.” Martin raises his chin a little.

“Are you trying to annoy me into self care?”

“Is it working?”

Jon scowls. Then sighs. “A bit. Yeah.”

Martin beams. “Wonderful.”

Martin smiles softly. “Good.” He pauses and looks at the violin case. “Do you often play here?”

“Why does it matter?” Jon retorts, clearly trying to sound annoyed but failing. Martin sees the faint pull of the other man’s lips.

“So yes then?”

“Yes. Fine. I do. I play here. A lot.” Jon runs his fingers over the soft aged leather of the case. “My mind is always so full of things and the noise drowns everything else out. The harder pieces work the best because it gives me something to focus on.”

Martin hums and pulls a chair away from the table, sitting down. He folds his hands on his lap and smiles up at Jon. “Play for me?”

Jon stares at him, speechless for once. “Excuse me?”

“Will you play for me...please?” Martin tries again.

“...Why?”

“Because you play good.”Martin smiles brightly.

“I could fire you for being nosey.”

“You could but I have the feeling you secretly like having me around.”

“Shut it.” Jon rolls his eyes but unlocks the case anyway.

“I don’t think I will.” Martin watches Jon with an amused expression.

“No. You never do.” Jon muses, inspecting the bow before picking up the violin. He runs the bow across the string, playing a single cord and adjusting his hold. “What do you want to hear?”

Martin hums. “Surprise me.”

“You are no help.” Jon sighs before closing his eyes and pulling the bow across the strings once more before starting to play a slow melody. It sounded like a waltz but a bit sadder. How fitting for Jon.

Martin listens with a fond expression. Jon looked almost like a different person now. He wasn’t as tense or on guard as he usually is. He looked...approachable. Martin had gotten so caught up in the moment, in awe of how beautiful Jon looked, that he hadn’t realized the song had ended.

“I loved it.” Martin smiles.

“I love you.” Jon says softly, as if just coming to a realization. The silence in the room was deafening as Martin feels his ears heat up. Jon makes a rather undignified noise and drops the violin before hurrying out of the room.

The violin hit the table before falling to the floor with a sickening crack. Martin feels his heart break at the sight of the mangled instrument. He crouches and picks it up. Maybe he could fix it?

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Jon avoided Martin for the next week and a half, keeping to himself out of quiet embarrassment. There was one morning he was nearly late thanks to the nearly ever present London rain but he arrived at his office to find his violin case resting on the desk. He carefully opens the case, looking over the instrument. It was in near perfect shape, save for a few scratches in the neck. “How…”

A folded piece of white paper tucked beside the bow catches his attention. Jon picks it up and opens it.

Sorry it took so long. I’d love to hear you play again sometime.

And I love you too

-M

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Fun with calligraphy

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@acealex-blueiguana

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Who wants to see my shitty Elias sketch

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I know y’all like catboy Elias, but have you considered:

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@avatar-made-of-butterflies CAT BOIIIIIII

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AU TIME. STAY TUNED

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