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y3llow-hoodie · 9 months
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The Eye Cries With Them
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Are you sure about this?
No.
But I love you.
I love you too.
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…that’s the deal.
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masao-micchi · 1 year
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Jon: will you love me if i was a worm :( 
Martin: … can you still talk?
Jon: Martin, im a worm.
Martin: will you be the ceaseless watchers special little worm?
Jon: what does that even mean? im just a regular worm.
Martin: …
Martin: …
Martin: …
Jon: (dramatic gasp) is that a NO?!!
Martin: will the worm have your gorgeous hair and winning personality?
Jon: What? of course not! im just a worm.
Martin: then what good is a worm if i cant do anything with it??
Jon: but its ME!! :( just, as a worm :( 
Martin: how would i even know that its you?!
Jon: i dont know, maybe it has eyeballs around it?
Martin: … okay, but that’s it? it’s ridiculous! i mean, would you love me if i was a useless little wor -
Jon: YES!!! 
Martin: …
Martin: …
Martin: but that’s dumb! that doesn’t even make any sense!  what can i do as an ordinary worm -
Jon: (gasp) you mean you won’t accept my love if you’re a worm?! :( 
Martin: How could i if I'm just a biologically regular worm?!?!
Jon: Biologically rude worm is what you are >:( 
(Meanwhile s1 Jon and Martin just trying to work and ignoring their future selves):
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stivya · 4 months
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Jmart once again
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magscherer · 6 months
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something about stargazing and meteor showers
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arsbones-kw · 1 year
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These are actually the first frames of mini comic about Jon's biting i drew, but i'm an awful writer and right now it feels too cringey to post the whole thing. So yeah, right now it's only beautiful Martin and Jon the "shy potato in love"
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kaijukebox · 2 years
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-takes a haunted walk-
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antares-dupont · 2 months
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martin and jon for @interview-with-the-vlfote :))))))
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MAG 39 - Infestation
doodle 39/200; days left 63/110
hahh idk. this episode has so many iconic moments but i had this stuck in my head from when i was making my tma animatic. I did a little chart for my friends to vote which scenes i should use (bc only one of them actually listened to tma) and this was one of them:
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pumpkinhrat · 9 months
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(Sorry to keep fic dumping in ur asks but this au has me feral :P)
     Jonathan Sims is not a ‘dating app’ sort of man. Except for the fact that, yes, apparently, he is. There’s something deeply fascinating, he’s learning, about being able to click through people’s lives in a matter of minutes. To have their personal values and oddities laid out on a platter for him to pick through. For some inexplicable reason, people are willing to put their entire lives on an app if it has a chance to find them a partner. Or get them laid, if Tim is to be believed. That particular aspect, of course, is largely unappealing, but Jon has to admit that being able to thoroughly vet each person he talks to is incredibly enticing.
     After leaving work (at 5 o’clock sharp, he may add, since his assistants never allow him to stay any later these days) and returning home, Jon is only able to resist the allure of his newly installed app for half an hour. He barely manages to make himself a cuppa (slightly underbrewed and thoroughly over-sugared) before he collapses on his grandmother’s old couch and swipes open his phone. At work, he’d only allowed himself a few minutes to peruse the profiles that Tim and Sasha had handpicked for him. Some of them had been insultingly bland – bureaucrats and financiers and the ilk – which is borderline offensive. He knows he was a bit uptight those first few years but good lord.
     The one profile he keeps circling back to, even now curled up alone on his couch, is Martin’s. When Sasha had told him Martin was Tim’s favorite, Jon had almost unmatched on that premise alone but Martin’s biography had caught his eye. Jon balances his tea in one hand as he scans the words for a third time.
     ‘Tea, poetry, and cows. Love those nights where there are twice as many stars as usual.’ Jon’s mouth ticks up against his will again but he doesn’t try to tamp down on it now that he’s in the privacy of his own home. A poetry reference is enough to pique his interest, he can admit to himself (even if he thinks most contemporary writers’ language is typically far too flowery) and this quote in particular is eye-catching.
     One of the many, many books Jon had consumed during his childhood had been a first edition of Laura Gilpin’s The Hocus-Pocus of the Universe. Each of the poems in that book had been short, simple, and utterly devastating. He’d spent many a late night under his covers with a flashlight, extrapolating endless meaning from 10 line poems. The Two-Headed Calf is a personal favorite. Something about how unearned tragedy is gently juxtaposed with naive wonder at simply living grabbed young Jon’s mind and has refused to let go. Objectively, he knows his connection to this particular poem likely has something to do with the sudden loss of his parents and the themes of hope and humanity in the face of grief that Gilpin’s work tends to address. That doesn’t stop him from tracing the words in Martin’s bio with an aching sort of fondness, though.
     It’s probably unwise to connect a stranger and an emotionally charged poem from his childhood in his mind, but Jon can’t help it. He’s been… lonely since Georgie. Not that he’d ever admit that to Tim or Sasha. No, they’d be far too smug and far, far too concerned. And besides, it’s not as if he’s a child. It’s not as if he needs constant attention or affection. It’s quite the opposite in fact; Jon has always been a wildly independent individual. It’s just… Perhaps Georgie changed that part of him. Eroded the barriers he’s had up since his mother’s passing just enough for this– this feeling to seep in. He’d forgotten what it feels like to need someone. He hates the feeling and yet can’t help but curl into it like a lost child.
     This is completely unadvisable. He is attaching– complicated emotions to a complete stranger because they happen to like a poem he read as a child. A swell of derisiveness rises in Jon’s chest and he firmly clicks his phone off. Tim and Sasha are a ridiculous pair who are always planning some stunt or another to get Jon ‘back out there’. It was absurd when Sasha had sent him to her cousin's flower shop with directions to ‘ask her what she thinks the most romantic flower in the world is’ and it’s absurd now. Utterly absurd and a definitive waste of his time. He should really just delete the app off of his phone and be done with the entire affair.
     He turns on a documentary to drown out the twisting of his thoughts and sips at his lukewarm tea, grimacing at the taste. He really should stop trying to make tea for himself, it’s always a disappointment compared to what he’s used to at work. Speaking of… Jon reaches for his work bag and pulls out a few documents he’s been meaning to look into, settling them on the coffee table while the documentarian’s voice drones on smoothly in the background. He conveniently forgets to delete the app.
     It’s been three days. Martin checks his phone no less than 10 times an hour. He catches himself staring at Jon’s open office door so often that he surreptitiously angles his chair so he’s not facing it anymore. His back hurts from twisting around.
     Why did he think swiping right on his boss was a good idea?? Is he mad? It doesn’t matter if Jon Super Liked him first, it was probably a prank or a mistake or- or a really weird way to keep tabs on him. Jon has always been super intense like that. Because it’s not as if Jon’s actually interested in him. He hasn’t shown a single sign that he finds Martin any more intriguing than Tim or Sasha. He treats the three of them exactly the same – like friends.
     It’s maddening.
     When Martin had first returned to the office after swiping right, he’d barely been able to contain himself. He’d been giddy and sick with nerves and excitement at seeing Jon because surely he knows. Surely he knows now that Martin has been harboring a vicious crush for years and is finally acting on it. Or even if he doesn’t know all that, at least he knows Martin’s interested, that he’s an option as a romantic partner. It’s nauseating and elating and Martin couldn’t breathe when their eyes had first met that morning.
     And then Jon had blithely handed him a statement to file and turned away without so much as a greeting. The adrenaline crash had nearly made his knees give out.
     What was he thinking? It’s been three days of that now. Three days of delusional, hopeful anticipation followed by soul-crushing disappointment. It’s been exhausting and demoralizing and Martin really isn’t sure how much more he can take. He considered asking Tim for help but he thinks better of it when he remembers how Tim had teased when Martin had told him about his crush. No, it’s much better to deal with this on his own.
     Tucking his phone under his desk, Martin opens up his notes app. A dozen half-formed opening lines shine back up at him. They range from completely corny to overly formal, battling between what Martin would normally open with and what he thinks Jon would like to see. He does avoid mentioning work or that they know each other in all of the messages, though. It seems best to follow Jon’s lead in that regard. A few of the ones he’s written directly mention the few things Jon had put in his bio, like the fact that he has a cat. Actually, that one may be a front runner…
     “Watcha lookin’ at, Marto?” A voice booms from behind him and Martin jumps a half foot in the air.
     “Christ, Tim!” Martin spins in his chair to face him, one hand plastered against his chest and the other clicking off his phone. “Warn a guy, would you? You nearly gave me a heart attack!” Tim chuckles and Sasha makes an amused snort from her desk. Martin sends her a betrayed look.
     “He called your name, like, three times dude,” Sasha laughs at him.
     “Yeah, I was worried you might be ignoring me there for a moment. What could I have done to deserve such treatment?” Tim clutches a dramatic hand over his heart and Martin can’t help but huff a laugh. He presses his phone face down on his leg.
     “I wasn’t ignoring you, I was just absorbed in something. What do you need?”
     “Well, you know the Rodriguez statement?”
     It’s not until three hours and six dusty files later that Martin finally gets back to his phone. It takes another 45 minutes and a lot more hemming and hawing, but eventually he settles on an opening line.
     ‘Hi Jon! I’m looking for a cat-dad.’ Then, after a few more minutes of debating, he adds on ‘You seem perfect for the job!’ …Then a winking kaomoji. And a heart.
     Subtlety’s for cowards, anyway.
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ANON, KEEP FIC DUMPING ME PLEASE It makes me so sooo happy I don't even have the words to describe it! And receiving it makes me want to get back to drawing and I'm really happy it makes your brain go a bit feral ksjhfkshfk
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING Your writing style is absolutely *chef's kiss*
UPDATE: You can read the whole story by JJanuaryRain on AO3! Go give them lots of love -> "all's fair in love & tinder"
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buriedintheflesh · 1 year
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In love in the apocalypse <3
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crit20art · 1 year
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[ID: a digital drawing of Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood from The Magnus Archives, walking hand-in-hand through the Scottish Highlands with their infant daughter, Aamal (an original character). Jon is depicted as a short, thin man with dark brown skin and scars across his body, dressed warmly. He smiles fondly at Aamal as he reaches to adjust her hat, which has bear ears on it. Aamal is a baby about 3-5 months old with brown skin and black curls, wearing footie pajamas and gazing with a peaceful, sleepy look into the middle distance. She is carried by Martin, wrapped to his chest in a traditional cloth sling. He holds one of her feet and smiles down at her. He is a tall, fat man with light brown skin and freckles, also dressed warmly. All of them have reddened cheeks and noses, presumably from the cold. Behind them, a stone cabin is visible, and sunlight mingles with grey mist. End ID]
haha what if we fled unspeakable horrors and hid in the Scottish Highlands 😳 but we were both dads???? 😳
baby Aamal is from my fic Do It All Anew!
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greymantledlady · 7 months
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stuck in the middle with you by greymantledlady
Tim Stoker/Elias Bouchard | The Magnus Archives | 28K
'You know, Tim, some warning would have been just as well,' Elias says, and he sounds frustratingly, irritatingly cool and collected. 'I thought you might be coming up here to kill me.'
'People try that often, do they? I can't imagine why,' Tim says sarcastically, and yanks the collar of Elias's shirt so he can press his teeth into the vulnerable skin there. Elias makes another small – very small – sound.
'Melanie is making preparations to poison my tea as we speak,' he says. If you know what you're listening for, his voice is just the tiniest bit more breathless than before, and the triumph of it tastes like sweetness and Elias's expensive cologne against Tim's tongue.
'Good for her!' Tim says brightly. ‘I hope she succeeds.’
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Or, the TimElias Season 3 enemies with benefits to lovers fix-it fic that nobody asked for, featuring Elias's redemption, Tim beginning to heal, Jon and Martin being their adorable selves, and Basira being tired of all this shit.
(for @tropetember day 22 - fix-it.)
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boba78 · 1 year
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My entire right arm aches like fuck but here you go buckaroos
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legendarymisdeeds · 1 year
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On their way to Scotland!
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I asked for and received a couple of prompts that I then combined for this one.
They’re having a lovely, sweet moment, and then next thing Martin is absolutely bawling in Jon’s lap. Poor guy.
[ID: Two pen and pencil drawings of Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood from The Magnus Archives. Jon is a thin man with fairly short shaggy hair. His face is pockmarked with worm scars. Martin is a fat man with short curly hair and freckles. In both pictures Jon is sitting on an outdoor bench and Martin is sitting at his feet on the ground, resting against his legs. Martin has a blanket draped over his legs. Martin is wearing a knit jersey and a scarf wrapped thickly around his neck.
In the first picture Jon has his hands in Martin’s hair and is bending over him, kissing the top of his head. His eyes are closed and his forehead is creased in a frown. Martin is looking up at him with a plaintive expression on his face. He is smiling weakly. Martin is clutching a bunch of wildflowers to his chest with both hands. More flowers lie scattered on his lap and on the grass around them.
The second picture is from further away. It shows a thermos at one side of the bench and bags at the other end. Martin has half turned and has his face buried in Jon’s lap. He’s clutching one of Jon’s legs. Jon is holding onto Martin and bending over him.]
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Me and @thepacifistassassin made a fic. Seventh chapter is taking forever to edit but it’s really good. I swear.
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