2021-07-24 1:18:37 ¶ ● ⬈

literatehiss:

> # Building Dreams out of Crumbling Stone

> Written for Day 5 of Jonah Magnus Week

> Prompts: Dreams & Rituals

> Jonah awakes in a tower surrounded by chaos and misery.

> He has never seen anything so wonderful
> Read on AO3 here

> Jonah opened his eyes.

> He was floating at the top of an immense tower that looked upon miles and miles of an almost familiar city. The stone under his feet was old, cracking but not worn, as if despite its age it was rarely walked upon. Above him was an almighty eye that looked down upon him and through him it showed the world in agony and despair. Fear no longer hidden in shadowy corners of humanity, but seeping into every brick and person and word that was said.

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2021-07-24 1:19:08 ¶ ● ⬈

trustworthy-liar:

> Jonah Magnus week day 5

> He’s the king of the ruined world

2021-07-24 1:19:53 ¶ ● ⬈

trustworthy-liar:

> Does Jonah Magnus ever sleep? Well certainly not voluntarily…

2021-07-24 1:21:46 ¶ ● ⬈

nonbinaryeye:

> # I was having the most wonderful dream…

> Written for @jonahmagnusweek

> Day 5 - Dreams

> Both Jonah and Barnabas had very nice dreams that night. However they could not differ more.

> Read on AO3

> …

> The world is in chaos. The chaos is being watched. Everything is being watched. The world is under surveillance and no one can escape it. The more one hate the feeling of being seen the more eyes are on them. No one can escape. Everyone is being perceived. The eyes are everywhere. Watching. Juduging. Knowing. There is no point trying to hide. It is impossible. All the little secrets one holds are now for everyone to behold. Everyone is being constantly examined and they can do nothing about it.

> The world is gone. It is in the ruins and those ruins are being Known and Seen and Perceived as well. Because everything is. And the one in charge the Witness, the Beholder, the Watcher… It is him. He is in charge of this world and it is beautiful because he knows he created it. It would not be here if it wasn’t for him. He rightfully deserved his reign.

> The dream would be terrifying to the most. It seems beautiful to Jonah Magnus. The knowledge is flowing though him and it feels ecstatic. It is too much. It is not enough. There is Crown on his head and he is the King of this ruined world.

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2021-07-24 8:41:37 ¶ ● ⬈

infinity-and-luck:

> To Sleep Perchance To Dream || Day 5: Dreams

> (AO3 Link in replies)

> “Jonah, it’s really too late. I’m sure whatever it is you are working on can wait until morning; come to bed.”

> “It can’t, and regardless, I’m not tired enough yet to sleep.” He was pouring over some books, faint candlelight illuminating the text just barely enough that Jonah had to strain his eyes to see what was written. Truly, he could do with the sleep; he had the beginnings of a headache at the moment, and given he’d forgotten to eat today, he was running out of energy.

> Robert gave him a disapproving glare. He was standing in the doorway of the room that was officially his, but they had been sharing for the past few months. Jonah was facing away from him, hunched over the papers and books that were scattered across his desk, pretending he didn’t know well the expression on his—what were they at this point? More than friends, certainly—on his lover’s face.

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2021-07-24 23:14:25 ¶ ● ⬈

## Coronet

personalmephistopheles:

> Rating: T (feels like it should be more but I guess technically not)
> Fandom: The Magnus Archives
> Characters: Jonah Magnus
> Ao3 Link: archiveofourown.org/works/32770078

> “The brain had its own food on which it battened, and the imagination, made grotesque by terror, twisted and distorted as a living thing by pain, danced like some foul puppet on a stand and grinned through moving masks. Then, suddenly, time stopped for him. Yes: that blind, slow-breathing thing crawled no more, and horrible thoughts, time being dead, raced nimbly on in front, and dragged a hideous future from its grave, and showed it to him. He stared at it. Its very horror made him stone.” -Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

> In the end, The Watcher’s Crown, while not the apotheosis that Jonah was hoping for, turns out to be…something else.

> Written as part of @jonahmagnusweek for the prompt ‘Ritual’

> Day 1 (Letters) - Day 2 (Manipulation) - Day 3 (Limits) - Day 4 (Bones/Possession)

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