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You can’t just hide that in the tags, that’s the best thing I’ve seen all day. Here, get more drawings as a treat.

#God I am so gay for him #pleeeaaase jon let me have your gender #the magnus archives #tma fanart #not my art #perfect art style tho #I wanna eat it #Jonathan Sims #martin blackwood

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when is comes to asexuality and aromanticism you have to be okay with contradiction. one ace person will say asexuality is about not experiencing attraction, another will say it’s about not caring to act on attraction, another will say it’s not experiencing arousal. one aromantic will consider themself queer, one won’t. two people with seemingly identical experiences will use two different labels. aro people will be in romantic relationships, ace people will have sex. you get it.

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More pretty bugs! ✨

Gerry Keay (witch) - Luna moth Lady Sasha James - Atlas moth Prince Michael Shelley - Comet moth Lord Elias Bouchard - Green page moth Lady Gertrude Robinson - Smoky emperor moth based on this ask

#yesssss #omg they are perfect #i love them so much #*feral gnu noises* #the magnus archives #tma fanart #moths #gerry keay #gerry delano #sasha james #michael shelley #michael distortion #elias bouchard #gertrude robinson #god these are all so beautiful #*screams* #i have the strong urge to consume your art like a statement

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I’m nearing the end of this lined notebook but I’ll be damned if it’s not filled with more Jon and Martin being spooky men in love

#perfect spooky men #jonmartin #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #the magnus archives #tma fanart #jonmartin fanart #not my art #but i wish i had both their gender

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So you might be saying: Lion why a guide on drawing black people? Well young blood it’s because a lot of people cant…seem…to draw…black people..Amazing I know. 

Racist (caricatures) portrayals of black people have been around forever, and to this day people can’t seem to draw black people like they are human. If your artwork resembles any of the above even remotely your artwork is racist and offensive. If you try to excuse that as a stylistic choice you’re not only a terrible artist, but racist too!!! Congrats.

Whitewashing is also a problem. A lot of people refuse to draw black features on canonly black characters. While this example isn’t colored, lightening the skin-tone of a character is also considered whitewashing. So lets start with features!

Now all black people have different noses thats a no-brainer, but black noses tend to have flatter bridges, and wider nostrils. Please stay from triangular anime noses and small button noses. Your drawings should not depict black people with abnormally large noses. (Especially if you do not draw other characters this way)

If you feel like the way you draw lips on black characters is offensive or resembles a caricature,it probably does and you should change it. ABSOLUTELY AVOID PLACING LIPS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE FACE. 

Hair is so diverse! Please get used to drawing braids, locs,kinks and coils! If you can learn to draw ringlets and long waves you can learn how to draw black hairstyles.

Add clips! Learn how to draw baby-hairs and never be afraid to add color Pinterest and Google are free my dudes! Also try using square brushes for blocking in coils.

OK THAT’S ALL YOU GUYS

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Ok so today I was on the bus with another trans guy and we were talking about how hard it is to get testosterone. The waiting lists, the price, all the doctors you have to go to, that kind of stuff. Except, we were calling it ’T’, like you do when you’re both closeted and in public.

Then suddenly the elderly lady sitting behind us was like ‘young men, either I’m going crazy or you both have never heard of supermarkets, they have shelves full of tea there! Do you need directions to one?’

To which my buddy starts to explain, because why not. ‘Well you see, we’re both trans, and… ’

The lady didn’t wait for him to finish his sentence. ‘Oh no, I don’t mind that at all! Now do you want to know how to get to a place that sells tea? I’m actually heading there right now!’

We let her take us to the supermarket. We let her show us, excitedly, where the tea was. We both bought loads.

#omg how wholesome #it's tea time boys #does that make it “ea time” for the girls? #trans

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People, especially games, get eldritch madness wrong a lot and it’s really such a shame.

An ant doesn’t start babbling when they see a circuit board. They find it strange, to them it is a landscape of strange angles and humming monoliths. They may be scared, but that is not madness.

Madness comes when the ant, for a moment, can see as a human does.

It understands those markings are words, symbols with meaning, like a pheromone but infinitely more complex. It can travel unimaginable distances, to lands unlike anything it has seen before. It knows of mirth, embarrassment, love, concepts unimaginable before this moment, and then…

It’s an ant again.

Echoes of things it cannot comprehend swirl around its mind. It cannot make use of this knowledge, but it still remembers. How is it supposed to return to its life? The more the ant saw the harder it is for it to forget. It needs to see it again, understand again. It will do anything to show others, to show itself, nothing else in this tiny world matters.

This is madness.

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the first complaynts are coming in: jess thinks my rimes are but a sin. she canot see the meme’s apeel. the bredlik love she does not feel.

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"Would you like a seat?" Gerry asks over his shoulder as Sam follows him deeper into the apartment. "Only if it isn't a bother," Sam says despite the throbbing in his hip. "Oh, it's no problem at all. Let me just--" The young goth rushes ahead into some sort of studio, clearly expecting Sam to follow. Every spot in the room is either occupied with a painting, or painted on, or splattered, or filled with utensils, tools, and other stuff that is necessary for art. Gerry sweeps a pile of pencil sketches from a chair and offers it to Sam, who sits gratefully, eyes still wandering over the atelier in overwhelmed amazement. "I can make some tea?" Gerry offers. "Oh," Sam says with an awkward smile. "I'm more one for coffee." "Do you mind if I make one for myself, then?" "No, go ahead." The sounds of an electric kettle being filled and switched on reaches Sam, whose eyes fall onto the sketches. He leans a bit closer to get a better look. It's not very polite, to go snooping into the drawings of a potential friend, but he can't help himself. He's always been so damn curious. The first sketch shows a short, thin man with dark hair that is starting to go grey despite his young but tired face. His brown skin is covered in scars and his eyes are glowing. Sam blinks, and for a second he feels like the drawing blinks back at him. He quickly moves the sketch to the bottom of the stack and shakes his head. It's the sleep deprivation. He's not starting to see movement in traditional sketches. The next few sketches show the same man, over and over again, eyes blazing, mouth set in a thin line, exhaustion weighing down a face that could once have been called handsome. He's not the only one, though. There's a second man, tall and broad, with red hair and a dusting of freckles on his nose and cheeks. He's barely recognisable in the fog that surrounds him that gets thicker with every new sketch Sam discovers. The last one is that of a man who wouldn't have looked out of place in Pride and Prejudice (as written by Cassandra Austen), with a neatly pressed collar and a cravat, as well as jewellery in the form of eyes. His grey eyes are intense, piercing Sam through the page. Sam is about to put the sketches back when a piece of paper slips, and his heart stops. The woman on the paper is a detailed pencil drawing of Celia. It's almost scary how perfect that sketch catches her likeness. Surely Gerry would have needed more than one look at her to draw her so realistically? Sam fights the wave of jealousy that wants to overtake him. It's none of his business who Celia meets in her free time. There is only that one sketch of her, and as Sam finds the last page, he's a bit disappointed to discover that there is just two sentences scribbled in nearly illegible handwriting.

The maze is sharp on my mind. The angles cut me when I try to think.

They are underlined with so much force that the pencil nearly broke through the paper. In the kitchen, the kettle turns off, and Sam quickly places the pages back in order. "Gerry," he says when his host returns, mug of tea in hand, "who are these people you sketched?" Gerry glances over his shoulder, then shrugs. "Now that you say it...I have no idea. These are from a while ago. Why, did I accidentally draw someone you know?" He says it with a smile, like it's a joke between artists. Did I accidentally draw you? Sam's gaze drifts back over the man with the glowing eyes. "I don't know," he says softly. "I don't know."

#the magnus protocol #tmagp fanfic #sam khalid #gerry keay #gerry delano #disabled character #tmagp #tma episode 65: binary #tmagp chester #tmagp norris #martin blackwood #jonah magnus #jonathan sims #jmj error #my writing #ficlet #alternate history

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All the pretty bugs~

Lady Jane Prentiss- Corpse eating butterfly

Queen Agnes - Monarch butterfly

Jon Sims (witch) - Small emperor moth

#*feral gnu noises* #god i wish i was your art style #that sounds crazy but i cannot out into words how happy your art makes me #i also want to have jon's gender #may I suggest the green page moth for Elias? #i feel like it'd fit his vibe #the magnus archives #tma fanart #not my art #i love this so so much #jonathan sims #agnes montague #jane prentiss #the magus archives au

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Death of the author: Treating the author’s stated interpretation of their own work as merely one opinion among many, rather than the authoritative Word of God.

Disappearance of the author: Treating the context and circumstances of the work’s authorship as entirely irrelevant with respect to its interpretation, as though the work had popped into existence fully formed just moments ago.

Taxidermy of the author: Working backwards from a particular interpretation of the work to draw conclusions about what the context and circumstances of its authorship must have been.

Undeath of the author: Holding the author personally responsible for every possible reading of their work, even ones they could not reasonably have anticipated at the time of its authorship.

Frankenstein’s Monster of the author: Drawing conclusions about authorial intent based on elements that are present only in subsequent adaptations by other authors.

Weekend at Bernie’s of the author: Insisting that the author would personally endorse your interpretation of the work if they happened to be present.

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It has been 752 days since they arrived Somewhere Else, broken and bloody, gasping for air and crying out for help. It has been 752 days since Jon betrayed the people who used to be his friends for one last time. Since he betrayed Martin. Since he made Martin do the one thing he'd never wanted to ask of him.

It has been 752 days. He has counted. The Eye is silent now, but Jon's thoughts are not. There is a storm inside him, tiny and seemingly harmless, but relentless, wearing him down until he's scared he'll break. He hadn't known that there was anything left of him to carve away. But he's been wrong about himself before. Look where that got him.

Jon sits up in their--his and Martin's--bed. The duvet pools around his hips and the moon bathes the room in a cold blue light. Martin makes a soft sound at Jon's movement, his arm tightening around Jon's thin waist where it had been dislodged, and settles again. It can't be comfortable, but Jon would like nothing less than to wake his husband.

He leans back against the headboard and tries not to think. It's harder during the nights, harder than he thought it'd be without the Eye witnessing his every thought and decision. His thoughts are less sharp now, murky with uncertainty where they had once been of eldritch crispness. They don't hurt any less, of course, and Jon has always been a cruel man, especially to himself.

Martin grumbles in discontent when Jon slips out from beneath his arm and goes to stand by the window overlooking the street below. The moon illuminates the pavement and the roofs of their neighbours' houses. It's quiet. Peaceful. It's exactly how it's supposed to be. Jon can only hope that their own world does now resembles it. Because if it doesn't--if somehow he and Martin escaped, but the entire world did not--

"Jon?"

Martin. Sweet, beloved Martin. Jon's heart aches, not from the knife wound, but from all that which he cannot express properly. He doesn't deserve Martin's love. And yet he's selfish enough to take, to greedily soak it up like a parody of the patron he so long unwillingly served.

"I'm alright, Martin. Go back to sleep," he whispers. Outside, a group of drunk students call out to each other, walking by slowly due to their intoxication. Once, Jon might have taken their statement. Once, he would have known which one of them had an encounter and what it had been about.

A hand settles at the small of his back, over the old band shirt he wears to bed. It's warm. Martin is always so warm. He doesn't ask what's wrong. He knows. When it comes to Jon, Martin always knows. The hand snakes around his waist and pulls him against Martin's front, soft and warm and safe. One hand comes to rest on his chest, just above his heart. He doesn't think Martin knows he's doing it, and Jon is afraid that if he brings it up, his husband will stop. So he says nothing and leans into the offered embrace.

Martin presses his lips to Jon's greying temple. "It's not your fault," he says softly. It's not the first time he's said it. And it won't be the last time. Tonight, though, Jon is too tired to argue, so he says nothing. "I know you feel like you're to blame," says Martin. "But you're not. You didn't know. You tried to stop it. You saved the world."

"Martin..."

"I love you, Jon. I always will. And I know it will take a while for you to love yourself as well, but that's okay. I'm here for you, and I can love for the both of us until you've relearned how."

Tears burn in Jon's eyes. He rarely cries anymore, not like he did in the beginning, when they'd first tried to live in this place so similar to their own and yet fundamentally different. But Martin tightens his hold around him, and Jon allows himself to let go and feel all that grief. It hurts. But Jon is used to pain now.

"I love you, too," he whispers when he can speak again. "Martin, I--I know I haven't been the best spouse recently. I--"

"It's okay," says Martin, sweet, beloved Martin, and kisses the top of his head. "It's okay. You'll be fine. And I'll be there for you. Always."

They go back to bed, and Jon curls towards Martin's warmth and allows himself to be held. To be safe. Because it's been 752 days, but Martin says it's not Jon's fault, and Martin knows about these things.

Perhaps it is time for Jon to believe him.

did anyone tell jon that it wasn't his fault? did they tell him? did he ever have that thought cross his mind that it was time to let go of the blame? did he ever forgive himself? i would. i want him to know that i would.

#it is very late and i am very tired and this is the best i can do rn #thanks for the prompt op i hope you don't mind #this ended up being a bit sadder than i wanted it to lol #the magnus archives #post canon #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #they are married #married jonmartin #somewhere else #tma fanfic #spontaneous oneshot #my writing #they love each other so much i can't #jonmartin #guilt #trauma

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John used all his simussy in that line

#i love him #jonathan sims #season 5 #sorry helen but the smug eye man wins #the magnus archives #tma fanart #not my art #stealing jon's gender and keeping it to myself #he has so much of it. he can spare some for me

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Nosy

Change a single letter and change the word game

I want to play a game with you all.

You have to make a new word by changing only one letter of the last word.

Dirt

#nom nom nom linguistics

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WHY DOES BEN HAVE TO SOUND LIKE THAT??

#my trans gay heart every day #elias bouchard #ben meredith #the magnus archives

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anyway. time to be weird about it

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Reasons why Jon Archivist is truly a character of all time:

Had the police called on him several times when he was a young child

Keeps his rib and the ashes of the season one antagonist next to his stationary drawer

Promised he wouldn’t get lost in tunnels and then immediately got lost in aforementioned tunnels

Has no clue what a joke is

Learned how remarkably easy it is to buy an ax in central London

Had to have two separate interventions

Told people his place of employment before traumatising them for life

The first character he ever said ‘I love you’ to is a cat

Allegedly participated in amdram

Watches documentaries and collects some kind of weird shit (my headcanon is Soviet Union postcards) when he’s not being a paranoid mess

Canonically looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks

Knows nothing about library science

Fell head over heels for a man that he hated until he learned he lied on his resumé

Has been referred to as Jesus or Jesus-adjacent at least twice

Asexual icon

Knows what a meme is and said “LOL” in the first episode

Rode on a merry-go-round sometime during his university days because he was in a weird place emotionally

Died for our Jonathan Sins

Is probably a computer now playing minesweeper with his boyfriend and evil 200+ year old boss

#i just love how much of a hot mess this sad little wet cat of a man is #jonathan sims #the magnus archives #tma spoilers #tmagp #the magnus protocol #the magnus protocol spoilers #the Admiral #he's only mentioned once but he's important