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I got Cara @owlywashere-ohhi
I got Ig @owlytheanimator
I got TT @owly_thewhateverthisis
I got AO3 @Owly_TheWriter
And thatâs it for now till then
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I got Bluesky @owlyishere.bsky.social
I got Cara @owlywashere-ohhi
I got Ig @owlytheanimator
I got TT @owly_thewhateverthisis
I got AO3 @Owly_TheWriter
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Masterpost-- Where They'd End Up
Martin Blackwood
Jonathan Sims
Melanie King
Georgie Barker
Basira Hussain
Tim Stoker
Sasha James
Jonah Magnus and OG Elias Bouchard
Daisy Tonner
Gertrude and Co.-- Includes Gertrude Robinson. Gerard Keay. Michael Shelley. Emma Harvey. Fiona Law. Eric Delano. BONUS-- Jurgen Leitner. Rosie Zampano
Avatar Super Combo-- Includes Agnes Montague. Peter Lukas. Jude Perry. Jared Hopworth. Breekon & Hope. notThem. Nikola Orsinov. Helen Distortion. Mike Crew. Simon Fairchild. Jane Prentiss. Trevor Herbert. Julia Montauk. Annabelle Cane. Oliver Banks.
Can Hughie have a break from getting splattered in blood and guts??!!
they are having a nice day <3
In honor of the final day of Jonmartin Week, please enjoy these photos of my beloveds enjoying a lovely day in the woods in an AU where everything is fine and nice and lovely and nothing hurts <3
Jonmartin Week 2026, Day 9: Free // AU
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Couple more I forgot I wanted to add!
they are having a nice day <3
In honor of the final day of Jonmartin Week, please enjoy these photos of my beloveds enjoying a lovely day in the woods in an AU where everything is fine and nice and lovely and nothing hurts <3
Jonmartin Week 2026, Day 9: Free // AU
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the tea is chamomile
(why does the photo quality suck?? idk. will workshop the settings later i guess)
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*credit rolling a very upbeat outro*
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Found this on the macGuffinandCo twitch, hes so sillyy
Jonny: oh, request for jonny
*In the archivist voice* Ceaseless watcher, i want that twink obliterated
Imagine you're Jonathan Sims. Tragic, I know. Age two, your father dies before you're even cognitively capable of forming memories. A few years later and your mom is dead as well. Not to mention, your mom is dead from "routine surgery", meaning she was likely sick or struggling with a health issue that made her incapable of fully caring for you anyway.
Orphaned by age six at the latest, you move in with your paternal grandmother. This woman not-so-secretly loathes you. She's grieving her son, and she's too old to be raising a little boy. But the rest of your family won't or can't take you in, so the burden falls on her, and she makes it known.
You're routinely bullied by a nineteen-year-old, which really consists of this grown man berating and beating you up. Did I mention you're not even eight yet? Oh, and the grandmother who hates you, she's hired this nineteen-year-old to do work on her house. Where you live. Paying this boy and giving him easy access to further abuse you.
Now, all you want to do is read and be left alone. You're a pretty particular kid. Maybe autistic, you're not sure, it wouldn't shock anyone, certainly. But all you want is to have a few books at your disposal for some escapism.
Your grandmother, in her endless wisdom, gets you the cheapest second-hand books possible with no discretion for reading level, leaving you to read some extremely age-inappropriate content by the time you're eight. Speaking of being eight!
That boy is still bullying (abusing) you, and he steals your book. Lo and behold, that book turns out to be a supernatural portal, which he enters. You witness your first supernatural horror, which permanently traumatized you with a fear of spiders. You spend the rest of your life blaming yourself for this guy's death, presumably going on to isolate yourself entirely and give up the one activity that brought you some peace; reading.
Now, only God knows what you through from ages 9-19. Presumably you maintain your odd habits and overwork yourself through the entirety of school, landing you in Oxford. You get your Bachelor's from age 20 to 24, have an extremely messy relationship with exactly one girl whose life you possibly ruin, and start working in research as soon as you graduate.
It's a decent job. You like at least two of your coworkers. Maybe not the best pay or working conditions, but you're used to that and you're just starting out in academia. You figure it'll get better. You could not be more wrong.
From there, you're forced into a job that you're not even qualified for after the mysterious death of your predecessor. You're trying to prove yourself to your boss, but nothing you're trying is working correctly. You can't figure out Gertrude's system for the life of you, and all of your technology is conveniently broken. Save for a tape recorder, which makes you feel silly and unprofessional, but what else can you do to digitize? So you put on your work-boss persona and snap defensively at anyone who teases you about using such an archaic form of digitization. You're just trying to do your job.
Good luck with that. Nobody in this place knows how an archive runs, including you. Your boss is of no help, and suddenly there's a massive worm infestation on top of it all.
Yeah, oh, by the way, Jon, hi. The worms are EVIL and controlled by a zombie whose rotting corpse is being used as a vessel for the insects that infested her attic! And she's trying to kill you, stalked your coworker, and she's currently got you trapped in a tunnel below the institute with two of your only friends possibly dead. Good luck!
You almost die with a guy you literally hate, but luckily it all works out. You rinse and repeat these monster encounters for four years, while finding out that all the spooky stories you read are real. By the way, your coworker has been replaced by a skinwalker, someone in this building murdered your predecessor, and a cult is planning on causing an apocalypse. Ain't that fun?
Tim hates you, and you cannot trust Martin under any circumstances. Sasha is dead, and you unwillingly end up falling back on Elias. Bad choice, but you're supernaturally bound to your job and you figure the least you can do is gather a team and stop the Stranger's ritual.
Except, Tim apparently has a vendetta that he's never shared with you. He didn't even trust you enough while you were friends to tell you that he had a brother, which stings. So he insists on going with you and forces you to watch him kill himself. On top of it all, his last words are that he doesn't forgive you. Ouch.
And then you're in a coma for six months and reliving the entire world's horrors. And then the GRIM REAPER is the one to wake you up. Did I mention that you were kidnapped, like, five separate times in the last few months before the coma??
Anyways, you finally wake up. Thank god. But you find out that Tim is really dead. Sasha is still obviously dead. Elias did nothing to help you. Basira suddenly hates you, and Melanie is literally trying to murder you. Everyone is in agreement that you're a monster, including your aforementioned ex girlfriend. Daisy is missing, presumed dead, and Martin is avoiding you just as you were starting to like him a little.
So you chase the one hope you have in Martin. You know by now that he had a crush on you at some point, and you'd give anything for some affection right now. It doesn't even have to be romantic, you're looking for any semblance of fhe person he was before your coma. But he isn't there. And worse, he tells you that you should be dead.
Finally you manage to deal with all your loose ends, getting a smidge of control over the monsters and jailing your boss for murder. You save Martin and Daisy, and everyone hates you a little less. Yay, good for you! You and Martin start dating, and you stay in a safe house in Scotland. It's very nice...
For about a week. And then he leaves you alone one day and you CAUSE THE APOCALYPSE. YOU END THE WORLD.
Yeah.
Okay so the world is over. And you doomed it, you think. You blame yourself. And your evil boss is ruling over this entire hellscape. And all your friends are doomed, too, and so is your boyfriend, and you're not human at all anymore.
But you're okay, you can cope! Oh, except anytime you try to cope, your boyfriend (who is honestly pretty mean) snaps at you or shuts you down. He even hits you a few times. And when you meet up with everyone and try to give them your opinion, as the man who literally knows everything and is in the position to become The Pupil... everyone does the same thing. They all shut you down.
Literally nobody listens to you. And then your boyfriend is kidnapped by a woman. And then that woman reveals that every single event I just described, for the last 30-ish years, has been HER fault. She intentionally caused every single trauma in your life. She bred you for this since you were two. She tells you this with giddy delight, ans your entire world view is upended in an instant.
Do you get any comfort from this? No, you get your boyfriend needing you to save him again. So you do save him, but nobody ever saves you.
And when the time comes for a real plan to end the apocalypse, nobody even let's you speak. But you know what will happen if you don't fix things. And after all, it's all your fault. That's what you've been conditioned to believe from the beginning.
So you sneak out. You climb up that tower. You kill Elias. You kill yourself. You finally get your peace. You get to rest.
...except you don't. You wake up moments later in agonizing pain. You can't breathe or speak, or even see. Martin is gone. Where is he? Where are you?
Your voice flows out of you like you're reading a statement, but it's more robotic, and it hurts. You try to scream, but you can't. The recording stops.
"JMJ.error?" An unfamiliar voice mutters in vague annoyance, looking at youâyour screen.
Your consciousness has been trapped in a computer. Not only that, the computer of the world that you doomed when you tried to fix everything. And you're forced for an eternity to watch and read and KNOW that you caused even more people to suffer at the hands of the monsters you brought to them. You saved your world, but at what cost? They're all doomed with you in them. You can't even leave them if you try.
âŚ.holy shit..
These past two TMAGP episodes have me biting at the table legs. Also I get extremely excited over any Augustus statements. And I have thoughts.
1.) Why did Augustus get all nervous and breathy when saying âmy reputation of lateâ in this letter? (Jonah hiiiiii <3 Hi Jonah <3333)
2.) I wrote this lil dialogue after TMAGP 21. Have fun! [Between Jonah and Jon about Sam]
âMy, my, Archivist. You really are a servant of The Eye, arenât you? Despite being trapped in this digital hell, you still crave to know, mmm?â
âShut up.â
âFeeding him these collections little by little. Roping him in. Playing to his curiosities. Reminds you of someone, does it not?â
âI am nothing like you. I am helping him-!â
âHelping him? Or trying to get him to help you?â
ââŚâ
â âRefuse to become another goddamn mysteryâ. Thatâs what you said. You were a mystery before the thought of stepping foot into my institute came across your mind.â
WEâRE GETTING INTO IT NOW FELLAS
Ignore the editing I did this on my phone but like hey guys hear me out
SoooâŚ. I added more..
Commission for @madhouse-institute! Thank you for the support!
Hi! Everyone having fun? Good! Because I'm sending a brick in the mail! Enjoy this interpretation of Penelope's fucking death! (I dunno how lore accurate this is so you'll just have to bear with me)...Enjoy 1,000 words of torment! :D . Odysseus' Last day with Penelope
In the heart of an ancient castle, and in the heart a tree that will be ancient one day, oak branches framed the bed with an older man and a much, much older lady, her eyes were tired, her frame lighter, her smile torn. She couldâve been that manâs grandmother were it not for the rings they both had on their fingers.Â
Herâs barely fit her anymore these daysâŚThe only light in the dark was a flickering candle that did nothing to stop the cold grip of death from chilling the man in the bedâŚThat man was curled up with her, sobbing quietly under her chin, trying not to lay on top of her for fear he would kill her more than her own body could. The coward. Unable to look his own wife in her eyes.
âPenelopeâŚPlease. I canât. IâŚI just got back to you. You canât leave me like this. Not afterâŚâ He hiccuped, not just at her but at the thought of Telemachusâ sudden departure. In spite of the fulfilling years he spent in spite of all the joy they shared, finally being father and sonâŚThe Sea took him. So suddenly and so quickly. He said he was going to be home for dinner after a fishing trip. And then the waves took him down, in a flash of thunder and rain, they all saw it just off the coastâŚ
âThis isnât fair. I've beenâŚHicâŚIâve fought the gods for youâŚFor him. And all they can do is take you away? Without warning? Itâs notâŚFair.âÂ
Penelope could feel her own grief resurfacing again, she had cried far more than her husband, yet she had no reason to sorrow at his death at this moment. She would see him again. But if only she could bring Odysseus with her. YetâŚShe held up a bony hand and ran it through his curly hair, that only seemed to make him sob harder. She couldnât do much, but sheâd try. After all, she was the smarter of the two as Ody always said.
âYouâll never stop loving things with all your heart, Ode. Thatâs one of the things I love so deeply about you. But you have to let it go.âÂ
Let go of that guilt. Let go of thinking there was something HE did wrong. Let go of things that could not be changed. ââŚHow do I let go of you?â He choked out. A question for the gods. A truly impossible task. She could only cough as she felt herself forget what she was supposed to say for a moment.Â
âYou, Mom and Telemachus were the only people worth coming back to. Ithaca is where I live butâŚYouâre my home, and without thatâŚI have nothing. I will be a king of nothingâŚOf Nobodyâ he hiccups hard. Trembling like a child scared to let go. And he was. Deeply so.
The worst part of it was that he justâŚNever knew. Until it was too late. It was slow, creeping, like an illness youâd brush off until you collapsed in an infected festering heap of agony. When his face never changed, when his body didnât ache like his neighbors, or the staff, or his Penelope. Everything changed except for him. He thought it was good that he was still so strong after all this time. He was able to take care of her. Take care of those sinking faces. But in reality it was like his mortal soul had been encased in a timeless void. And that just meant he was trapped.
He couldnât help but think if he realized sooner, if he couldâve shared his immortality with her somehowâŚBut it was too late. There was no going back. She did not wish for that anymore than he did. And to make her immortal now would be a fate worse than death. He had seen her suffering so deeply. Her joints ached, her muscles thinner, her mind was eroding from the blood and flesh prison that encased her soul. And he did not. It was torture.
No. He wouldnât leave her like Tithonus no matter how much he longed for her to stay. Sheâd be better off as a cicada on the wall or a grasshopper in the field than an unwilling immortal like himâŚBut that did not make this any less painful for him. Selfishly, this hurt more than any wounds he suffered. He looked up at her. Barely able to see through his tears, Her hair was thin and white, her cheeks sunken in, her eyes glassy and grey as her vision had clouded. Blinded by age. Yet even now Ody could still see her at bestâŚWhy did she have to leave?
âIâmâŚSorry, Peny. Iâve abandoned you for this after I promised to be with youâŚâ But she laughed, weakly and not without a cough, but she laughed. Even as her husband cleaned the spit off with the set of clothes they hadâŚStill coated in a thin layer of mucus and blood.
âYou always took on more than you could handle. I know youâŚâ Her shaky hand reached up to Ody, he held it close to his face like the most delicate precious thing in the world. âYouâre the great Odysseus. Youâve done the impossible. Youâve made your way back here. Youâve defeated a god. And youâve becomeâŚThis. Hehe, youâve always impressed me with that. And Iâm sure youâll do it againâŚSomeday. And Iâll be waiting. We both willâŚâ
He just nuzzled into her chest and continued to cry. âI willâŚIâŚI-I hopeâŚjust stay with me a little longer, okay?â âŚSilence. âPenelope?â Silence. âP-pennyâŚ?â Silence. ââŚP...PenelopeâŚ?â SilenceâŚ
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Even after his fatherâs funeral that week, the newest castle guard, Nikos, had a duty to perform. Itâs what his father wouldâve wanted. He worked with his majesty for so long and he was old enough to take on the job nowâŚIt had been that longâŚ
He opened the door despite his heart telling him not to. He could see itâŚOdysseus just stared into nothing. Bloodshot eyes devoid of any emotion. Small, scared. And unmoving. Still curled around the body that rested on the bed. The beautiful sunshine was a near mockery of the fact his world had ended hours agoâŚ
And now he was dead tooâŚDespite his heartbeat, his blood, and every other vitality that showed him to be living, he was now a corpse pretending to be alive.
this may be FAAARRRR NICER than my interpretation but GODS IM STILL IN TEARS HOW COULD U DO THIS TO MEEEE đđđ
âher eyes were tired, her frame lighter, her smile tornâ
Alright, enough.. Thatâs enough đĽş
Ways That Fear Can Show Up (Without Saying âFearâ)
When it creeps: ⢠Foreboding â the air feels wrong before anything actually happens. ⢠Ominousness â silence that feels almost... purposeful. ⢠Misgiving â your instincts tugging at your sleeve, whispering, "Don't."
When it hits fast: ⢠Shock â your brain blanks ⢠Startledâ your heart slams, you inhale ⢠Panic â thoughts fracture; your instincts beg for escape
When it lingers: ⢠Tension â jaw locked, shoulders up near your ears. ⢠Anxiety â background noise that lingers in every thought ⢠Dread â knowing something bad is coming and having to wait for it.
When it turns physical: ⢠Shivers â cold crawling up the spine. ⢠Sweat, dilated pupils, skin gone pale â your own body betrays you. ⢠Weakness â knees like jelly, grip unreliable.
When it overwhelms: ⢠Terror â too big to think around. ⢠Horror â something has gone wrong. ⢠Paralysis â body refusing orders.
When it distorts reality: ⢠Paranoia â patterns where there are none. ⢠Suspicion â every sound feels intentional. ⢠Unease â the sense of being watched without proof.
IV DONE IT
I know my science sides been kinda dead but I was getting so frustrated trying to differentiate all artistes 'avians'
...that's it, please use freely and don't feel the need to credit me, JUST USE.
It'll be fun to see arrests look at their avian OCS and going *That's you bud! See?*
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