Continuing my "one Mechanisms fic per month-ish" trend, the latest:

stay with me, go places, Jonny/Tim

Jonny's goal was to get the hell out of the country for a few months once he was legally allowed to leave, but he hadn't pitched this at Tim yet, because do you want to just travel wherever the hell we feel like on whatever train we can catch sounded -- it sounded like a lot, somehow.

In which I figured I'd write a cute Jonny/Tim epilogue to the WicDiv AU and then it turned into 33k because of fucking course it did.
Still yelling into the void about the Mechanisms! Still more or less on track to write one Mechs fic a month, too -- like, I last posted a complete fic in May, and here we are in July, but given that I did all 79k of this one in June and July, I think we can reasonably say that still counts as about a fic a month.

lies we tell the universe, Nastya/Toy Soldier, Jonny/Tim, Marius/Raphaella, Mechs ensemble

If there was one thing Nastya's kid brother didn't need, it was to be told that he was a god. But here he was, wrapped in dark leather with makeup lines of black lightning spiderwebbing across his face, surrounded by a massive crowd of worshipful enablers.

(Every ninety years eight gods return as young people. They are loved. They are hated. In two years, they are all dead. It's happening now. It's happening again.)


Iiiiit's a The Wicked + the Divine AU! A lot of them play D&D in horrible tunnels! I had so much fun writing it!!
Apparently I simply have to write at least one Mechanisms fic a month! Here's a May offering:

The Construction of Reality, Lyfrassir Edda/Marius von Raum

"I think," Marius said, "that you were slated to get all eaten up along with the rest of your world, but you're too much of a stubborn bastard, and it didn't take. I mean, look at you! It's obvious that half of you wants to fling yourself out the nearest airlock so you can do something weirdly intimate to the black hole out there, and instead you're in here with me."

Lyfrassir's skin was buzzing. Several rainbow-sheened tears fell onto their clasped hands. "When you put it like that," they rasped, "I'm obviously making a terrible choice."



The void is sexy! There's some dating for science! I make a lot of Norse mythology jokes!!

(Also, I realized this morning that it's within a month of the ten year anniversary of my first Thor fic, Shatter, and that I'm still happily making Norse mythology jokes a decade later; time is a flat circle, and I'm really glad that I'm still in fandom.)
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( Apr. 7th, 2021 06:11 pm)
Look sometimes you and your housemates start imagining ever-more-elaborate weird games that the Mechs might play given that they enjoy violence and cannot die, and then you find yourself writing several thousand words of silly nonsense about it. So, uh, here we are!

Spin the Knife, Jonny d'Ville/Mechs ensemble
As described.

(I keep trying to write Mechs fic that isn't from Jonny's POV, but it goes at a normal pace, and then I start anything from Jonny's POV and entire absurd fics just fall right out.)
Once upon a time, I listened to the Mechanisms' entire discography, then spent the next month and change writing ~39,000 words about my feelings. This is what we get on the other side of that.

moons in collision, like gravity or love, Jonny d'Ville/Mechanisms ensemble

His living heart had hurt, and the new one felt strange: he could feel the clockwork and the gears in his chest where there had once been nothing but messily squeezing muscle, and at that first tickticktick he felt the sick swooping rightness of it so strongly that every moment on either side of it went white with euphoria.

Linear memory's overrated, anyway.


Anyway uh *slaps roof of fic* you can fit so many of my feelings about being trans and having dealt with a lot of immense sadness this past year and still trying to find beauty and meaning and love in things, I guess?? ENJOY.
Happy 2021, I have already finished a fic! It is, uh. Well, I was having a bunch of Magnus Archives feelings, and then me + my housemates all went on a collective bender where we listened to every Mechanisms album within a week, and on the other side of it I have emerged blearily to discover that the first fic featuring cannibalism that I'm putting on the internet is not a Hannibal story but instead one about chaotic immortal space pirates.

Stave Off the Boredom (with Fire and Food), Jonny d'Ville/Ashes O'Reilly, Jonny d'Ville/Gunpowder Tim

Jonny opened his mouth to point out, crankily, that everyone on this ship was a fucking pedant and only Ashes had the thimbleful of brain necessary to understand that obviously he was asking about kinks they'd enjoyed, when Tim said, "Maybe the question should be, what's the kinkiest thing you've never done that you want to try?"

Feat: unsafe wax play, lots of body horror, cannibalism and chill, other bizarreness. I'm slightly worried because the entire Mechs tag seems to be earnest kids from the same discord server, and they all seem lovely but I'm coming in with ... this. Lol.
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