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  1. Invictus Poetry 2025 by

    Fandom: Call of Cthulhu (Roleplaying Game), GRIMM rpg, Malevolent (Podcast), The Invictus Stream

    08 May 2025

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  1. Public Bookmark 1

    in service of the greater good by

    Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)  

    21 Oct 2020

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    Gertrude Robinson in the time before her death, was the Head Archivist at the Magnus Institute.

    She only died once, but she never did manage to redeem herself, if such a thing could ever be possible for someone like her.

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    23 Jul 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

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    Adelard Dekker dies. She tries not to think of his charm and easy smiles.

    She fails, of course.

    *

    Gertrude is all-seeing and all-knowing, and when you get to that point there is only the big picture, people stop being people. She doesn’t need individuals though, she needs the greater good.

    There is nothing for her to hold on to, but then she sees a mother and a daughter in the supermarket and a pair of teenagers giggling over a book in the library. That’s what makes it worth it, she thinks. (Then comes the Dark’s ritual, and all she can think is Oh.)

    Eric tells her that there is a way out, but she doesn’t think that’s for her. And yet some nights she raises a sharpened spoon to her eyes, before her hand spasms and drops it without her permission. It is probably for the best.

    Gertrude has so much she wants to do with her life. Save the world, save her remaining assistants, get married someday. Be happy for once. But she knows that those are impossible dreams, so instead she just ties salt-and-pepper hair back and gets ready to kill monsters.

    It’s a noble mission. If she didn’t know of all the people who had burnt in the name of divinity, she would call it holy.

    *

  2. Public Bookmark 6

    the phoenix of my right hand by

    Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)  

    14 Jan 2021

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    Agnes has spent half her life waiting for the devil to show up in her living room. She'd wash her hair for it, put on some music, sit cross-legged and terrified.

    or; a messiah’s preoccupation with the nature of holiness

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    22 Jul 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Agnes is not, strictly speaking, a person. She is a figurehead and a messiah, larger than life and better for it. She is chosen, special, apart from the rest, skin clean from the welcoming burn of fire, her first clumsily shaped letter carved into stone. The cult took her childhood drawings and took them as messages from the god and when she dyed her hair, sixteen and angry, it was an omen.

    Here’s the thing; Icarus had an angel’s wing strapped upon his back, dripping from the fiery touch of the sun. This was his punishment for daring to challenge the gods. But Agnes has no wings and the sun at her fingertips, and when she looks up at the sky she wants to pull it closer to her. She is not insignificant, she is not daunted by endless expanses, for her perception of the world is absolute and as such she is always the centre of things.

    She is an angel, a messiah and a prophet, a fire shaped into the form of a human.

    They like to erase her mother from the ceremony that birthed her, like to pretend she was moulded from the wax of their victims and blessed with life by their God. In this way, she is an idol, and not human at all.

    She is not Icarus, because he was a fool and she is a harbinger, but she’d suit the whole white wings and dripping wax thing. She would wear her pride better because it is deserved, because she was made as something holy and so it is warranted.

    (Icarus’ foolishness was a choice. Agnes has never made a mistake.

    Remember; Agnes is not a bird. She does not burn, for her bones are not hollow and her mouth is shaped to fit in rows of teeth, numbering the same as those that were sacrificed to her. Sometimes she thinks she missed the mark when she shaped the details of her face in a forgery of humanity, that she got the ears wrong, that her mouth moves too strangely, that she could never pass for human.)

     

    Agnes’ wings were not burnt off when she fell from grace. Wax did not drip and distort and bind. This would have been a sacrifice, an appeasement to her god, a half-written apology for leaving.

    Instead she sat at a cafe, and went on a date, and thought this one is different until he was screaming under her hands and she thought for a moment to mould her face like wax.

    Jack Barnabas had told her he didn’t believe in a destiny or a higher power. Agnes had not told him that there are bindings around her wrist like that of a marionette. She did not tell him that her mother had been complicit in the crafting of her destiny, that she looked at him and saw only ashes.

    She did not tell him that her destiny had been sealed when she first smiled at another’s final cry.

    (Here is the thing, a fundamental truth written into holy books and etched into the wood of pyres; angels do not sit in coffee shops, wax wings melted to their backs, and fall in love.

    Here is another truth; if she was truly a winged-thing, Agnes would have torn out her feathers one by one and laid them at the feet of anyone who would take them. In this way, she would be free to love them, to shape her lips around the words that rest on her tongue like crystallised honey.)

  3. Public Bookmark 20

    the silence through which you move by

    Fandoms: Andor (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types  

    14 May 2025

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    Once upon a time there was a story about a man who stole fire from the gods. this isn't about him, it's about the fire and the girl he left inside it. Kleya for whom, after Luthen, only certain things exist.

    one of them is Vel Sartha.

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    13 Jun 2025

  4. Public Bookmark 15

    because words still have meaning by

    Fandoms: Andor (TV)  

    17 May 2025

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    Kleya ponders the meaning of 'victory', Of 'home'. And of 'family'.

    Or: Kleya, Mon, the sunrise-- and the cost.

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    09 Jun 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    So much death. So much destruction. So much grief and pain and loss crammed into just seven days of insanity. And here Kleya stands at the end of it all, after the Death Star’s gone nova and left a white dwarf in its heart, a last, frail little light, burned out and fading, until she cools completely and her core becomes a corpse. Memorialized in crystal, all her pain, anger, and grief. A diamond of regret, lingering, unbreakable.

  5. Rec 9

    Music People by

    Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)  

    22 Nov 2018

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    Melanie joins a band while the world ends.

    It's goes pretty well, considering.

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    12 May 2025

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