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#jonmartin week 2023
tokymii · 11 months
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JonMartin inspired by a Mucha painting, going for the soft victorian spring vibes 😌
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samwise1548 · 1 year
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JonMartin week, Day 2: Monsters // Office Romance (prompts by @jonmartinweek)
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[ID: A Magnus Archives animated gif of Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood. Jon is a short brown man with short hair, rectangle glasses, and navy blue suit and pants on. Martin is a fat, white, curly ginger haired man, wearing a blue jumper and round glasses. He's seated at his desk, nervous, as Jon stands looming over him from the opposite side of the desk. He's scolding him for one reason or another. Martin's inner thoughts are shown by a thought bubble to the right of him. In it, he is kissing Jon passionately on the lips, with the words "I wanna shut him up so bad!" written above them in pink text. The last two words are emphasized with an underline and red colored text.
Various little parts of the drawing are moving in an animated loop: Jon's mouth moves as he complains, with three red scribbles of anger springing up and down for emphasis, his foot taps in impatient rhythm. Sweat radiates off of the nervous, blushing Martin as he listens to Jon's ranting. The steam from a mug to the right of him curls and uncurls into the shape of a heart. Martin's inner thoughts loop over and over in his mind, as their shared imagined kiss plays over and over again. Lips moving, brows scrunching, a thumb running across Jon's face. Sparkles and hearts throb with the passionate heat radiating off the pair. Martin's poor heart can't stand the pining on its own. /End ID]
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mxwhore · 1 year
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i dont usually do events but i HAD to do an entry for jonmartin week 2023 for the prompt "Victorian/Confession"!
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arsbones-kw · 1 year
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HAPPY ACE DAY
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tired-dummy · 1 year
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im a bti burned out but i didnt wanna miss todays prompt so- here, for fairy tale day. @jonmartinweek
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@jonmartinweek Day 6: Time Travel
Out of Time
Jon refuses to focus on the push of the knife into his chest. The pain is almost unremarkable compared to the overwhelming pulling sensation as all the Fears begin to draw away. He knows Annabelle’s web is pulling him away too – the slick-smooth edges of the tape wrap around him and cut in everywhere as they snap taut and try to pull him backwards. But none of it matters. He doesn’t want to be aware of any of it. He wants to see nothing, know nothing, but Martin’s face pressed close to his; their foreheads touching, their mingled tears falling onto Jon’s cheeks, Martin’s bright blue eyes shining with a searing combination of terror and love and–
Everything stops.
There is a knock at the door.
Jon sits bolt upright, gasping for breath in the wake of the sudden shock to his system that is the abrupt absence of all pain. Before he can take in anything about his surroundings, he is already reaching, trying to find Martin. His hands come up empty, grabbing at nothing but blankets and bedsheets. Jon is in a bed, in a bedroom that looks distantly familiar, and Martin is not with him.
What happened? Where is he? Jon tries to Know, but there is nothing. Reaching for the Eye feels like the mental equivalent of miscounting the steps in a staircase and overbalancing as your foot falls through the empty space with unnecessary weight and purpose. He can’t feel the Eye at all. The door in his mind isn't closed, it's gone.
'Jon, are you awake yet?' a voice calls from somewhere outside of the room. There is someone at the door, knocking.
Read the rest on Ao3!
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magnetarmadda · 1 year
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Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Gerard Keay & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Characters: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Gerard Keay, Martin Blackwood, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Sasha James, Elias Bouchard, Peter Lukas, Simon Fairchild, Georgie Barker, Melanie King, Basira Hussain, Alice "Daisy" Tonner Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - College/University, Except they're professors, Rating for Language, Higher education drama, Misunderstandings, Bad Jokes, Trans Martin Blackwood, Gender Non-Conforming Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Canon Asexual Character, Jon/Gerry QPR, No beta we kayak like Tim, Comedy of Errors, Happy Ending, jonmartin week 2023, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Series: Part 11 of Jmart Week 2023 Summary:
They meet at a new faculty orientation, two weeks before term starts.
It's at the meet-and-greet for this committee that Jon notices him for the first time. He'd seen him throughout the day, of course, what with only five or so other new faculty at the orientation, but they'd not been partnered up in any of the icebreakers or placed into the same small discussion group during lunch.
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It's Jon's first year as a professor at Magnus University, where he thinks his fellow committee member is out to get him. Rather, Martin thinks they got off on an awkward foot but reconcile quickly and end up flirting at every meeting.
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I’m a few days late because of a chronic illness flare-up, but here’s my final fic for @jonmartinweek this year! It’s for Day 9′s AU prompt, and in this fic, Jon and Martin are professors of wildly different fields. They have a bit of an awkward first meeting and proceed to have a comedy of errors rivals-to-lovers relationship, inspired by @judesstfrancis‘s fic Catching an Edge (which I highly recommend)
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go-to-the-mirror · 1 year
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[ID: A digital drawing of a bust of Jon Sims from The Magnus Archives. He has long brown hair, brown skin, and bleeding eyes covering most of his skin. He is not wearing a shirt. In front of the left side of his torso hangs a light blue human heart, dripping with blood. Text, in a similar colour to the blood, beside him reads "Why do you still believe in me?" Everything is tinted green, and there is some fog. /End ID]
Lyrics come from People Eater by Soddiken.
So, like, a while ago, Alexander J Newall tweeted this: "If [it's] drama people want[,] we could just insert a scene where John literally tears Martin's beating heart out of his chest and tries using that?" and I was like "what the fuck" when i read it today, so of course I drew something for it.
Also Flesh Jon has been living in my brain rent free for a while lol. Also, it's for the fear swap @jonmartinweek prompt, but I'm getting real sketchy with this, sorry lol. Diversity win! Your boyfriend tore your heart out your chest! Love wins!
There is something to be said about this, though, what with s5!Jon viewing Martin as his anchor to humanity, his moral compass. I'm gonna think on this.
I love body horror. Also this is like the piece of art I am the most proud of ever, so. Yeah! Textless & variants under the cut.
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[ID: The same as the first image, but without the text. /End ID]
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[ID: The same as the first image but with no green tint or fog, and the background is white. /End ID]
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[ID: The same as the image prior but with no text.]
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[ID: A colourless, traditionally sketched version of the above. It has no text. /End ID]
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mrvdearest · 1 year
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HAPPY ACE DAY!!!!!!! HAVE ACE JMART BEFORE I COMBUST 🖤🤍💜
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red-archivist · 1 year
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JonMartin Week 2023: Day 1 - Scars
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it's @jonmartinweek week!
have a few things lined up for this year that I’m excited to share- the first is for the prompt ‘scars’ and is pure uncut angst, not my usual style but sometimes you get an idea so mean you gotta get it out of your system
enjoy!
also on ao3
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Jon only noticed the scar in the hotel room.
They had awoken Somewhere Else, battered, bloody and bruised, and decided to not fight until they had had a hot shower and a good night’s sleep.
(Martin had suggested it, anger boiling under his words.
Jon had agreed, his own recriminations tripping on his tongue.)
It was a pleasant surprise to find that Premier Inns existed throughout the multiverse, and that the few pounds they had were still considered legal tender.
They had slumped into the room and Martin made a beeline for the bathroom.
Jon dumped his bag and coat on the ground and immediately began stripping out of his dirty clothes. Layers of dirt and debris flaked off of him as he shed his shirt. Dried blood made the material stiff and uncooperative.
He couldn’t even begin to imagine what the poor woman at the front desk thought of the pair of them. They must have been a sight to behold.
It was an odd feeling, not knowing what she thought- not knowing much of anything. He would have to reacquaint himself with finding things out the old-fashioned way. The idea of it was both relieving and daunting. There was an empty ache in his mind that he was trying very hard not to acknowledge.
He shook his head and whipped his shirt off.
There was a large mirror mounted above a slim writing desk at the foot of the bed but Jon avoided his reflection. It was a habit he had built up ever since he had come out of his coma. He had no interest in seeing himself.
He bent down to shuck off his socks but as he stood back up, something in the mirrored figure caught his eye and he couldn’t help but glance at it.
He looked as bedraggled as he felt, covered head to toe in dirt and bruises, a filthy, mad-eyed ghoul staining the beige carpet.
He was used to all that. What had drawn his attention was fresh, clean, and stood out in stark contrast to the worn skin surrounding it.
There was a new scar on his chest.
Just to the left of his sternum and about four inches long. It had the shiny, pale look of a recently healed injury. Something already treated and moving along the road to permanence.
Jon stepped closer to his reflection and carefully ran a finger down it. There was no pain, only a dull sensation of touch. It was a familiar feeling.
He knew where it had come from, of course. He was just surprised it had healed so quickly.
(He imagined stitches made of spider’s silk.)
The scar wasn’t straight, but crooked and clumsy.
(Martin’s hands had shook.)
Another constant reminder of the mistakes he had made.
(As if he could ever forget how it felt.)
He slowly mapped the shape of it with his fingertips and lost himself in memories of its creation.
He may have stood there for hours, but the sound of a flushing toilet snapped him back to the present. Martin made his way quickly out of the bathroom.
He had changed into something relatively cleaner, and his hair was damp from showering. A miniature hotel toothbrush dangled from his hand. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder.
“Bathroom’s free-”
Martin froze in the doorway. His eyes landed on the scar immediately.
There was a moment of loaded silence. Martin’s gaze burned against his skin. The tension felt heavy on his shoulders.
“Another one for the collection, I suppose,” Jon chuckled weakly.
It was a shitty joke.
He didn’t know why he said it. His timing was dreadful and he knew Martin didn’t always share his sense of humour.
He expected it to go down like a lead balloon.
What he didn’t expect was for Martin to turn grey and run back into the bathroom. Jon heard violent vomiting and immediately sprinted after him.
Martin was hunched over the toilet, spewing his guts out. Jon fell to his knees beside him, babbling nonsense, but when he tried to rub his back, Martin shoved him off.
“Don’t touch me!” He choked.
Jon flinched.
“Martin...”
“D-Don’t- Don’t!” His face was wet with tears and spit, “S-Stay away from me...”
He held an arm out to keep Jon at a distance.
“Stay away...” He moaned weakly.
Jon fought for words, but they slipped from his grasp. Martin was shaking from head-to-toe, pale as death.
Jon fell back on his heels, useless. He watched Martin cough and hack up water. Even when he was done, he just lay his forehead against the rim of the bowl and wheezed. His eyes were bloodshot and haunted. Jon risked laying a hand on his arm and Martin let out a low keen of pain.
Lost, Jon retreated, backing out of the bathroom altogether.
He stood in the centre of the room, staring at nothing. He absently ran a finger up and down the scar.
Ought to have know better.
Numbly, he thought that it made sense. Of course, Martin wouldn’t want to see the evidence of what he had done. Of what Jon had made him do. Of course, he was disgusted at the sight; a permanent reminder of how they had betrayed each other.
It was completely understandable, reasonable even. There was no need for Jon to feel devasted or rejected. He shoved his impending heartbreak down under a blanket of that numb logic and hunted for a clean shirt to cover himself up.
When Martin eventually re-emerged, Jon didn’t look at him as he swept past into the bathroom. The air was acrid with the smell of vomit and artificial flowers. Martin must have used a spray to try and mask the stench.
Jon brushed his teeth mechanically and washed himself in the sink. He couldn’t have taken more than five minutes but by the time he got out, Martin was already in bed. The lights had been turned off and he lay facing away, the duvet curled around him.
Jon weighed his options.
When the receptionist had asked if they wanted a single or a double, his brain defaulted to the first option. Now he wasn’t sure if Martin would tolerate sharing the bed with him.
He could call down for a cot, or squeeze himself into the stiff armchair in the corner. Both options would prompt questions, a discussion, and, all too likely, an argument.
They had promised to save their domestics for the morning.
With a shuddering sigh, Jon crept onto the empty side of the bed. He did his best to keep his distance as he lay down.
Jon shut his eyes tightly.
(In the morning, he will beat his fist against his chest as he screams and sobs. The texture of the scar will send a jolt down his arm each time.)
He turned onto his side, facing out into the dark room.
(In a week, Martin will confess to being afraid to touch him. He is terrified of hurting him again.)
The cold gap at his back felt a thousand miles wide.
(In some far-flung future, he will force Martin’s hand against the scar. He will make him feel the heart that still beats beneath it.)
Jon resigned himself to a bad night’s sleep.
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samwise1548 · 1 year
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JonMartin week, Day 3: Victorian Times // Confessions (prompts by @jonmartinweek)
This is the last one I got done haha
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[ID: A Magnus Archives drawing of Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood. Jon is a short, brown South Asian man, with black and grey streaked hair, and skin speckled with scars. Martin is a white, fat man, with curly ginger hair turned white at the bangs, round glasses, and a yellow and pink jumper on. Jon is kissing Martin's cheek and whispering loving affirmations to him. Martin laughs as his kisses tickle him, holding him close to his chest. They're both happy in this moment. \End ID]
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I wrote my very first published JMart fic! I'm a day late, but I still wanted to participate in @jonmartinweek this year! This year is very special to me, as I am about to hit my 1 year anniversary of finishing this show!
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arsbones-kw · 1 year
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And thaaat's for day six of jonmartin week: fear swap (I got burned out mid way so I'm late agaaain)
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underworldobsessed · 1 year
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Summary: Jon awakens with a sharp pain in his chest, and it takes him a moment to remember where he was and what happened to him. The fall of the Panopticon... Martin stabbing him... all of it comes back in a rush. Jon knows he needs to find Martin, needs to fix things before it is too late.
Sequel to One Way or Another, Together
JonMartin Week 2023 Day 9: Free Day
Author's Note: So this was supposed to be for the final day of JonMartin week, hence it being included in the series, but it is a few days late. Work got hectic and while this was done, I just did not have the energy to post this on the exact day, but it is out now! I felt sort of bad leaving the last fic where I did so I wrote a sequel. It doesn't 100% fix things but it makes it a little better.
I hope you all enjoy!
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@jonmartinweek Day 7: Fairy Tale
The Unwise Archivist
Once upon a time, there lived an Archivist who asked too many questions. 
'You should not try to know so much, it will not make you happy,' people tried to tell him.
But the Archivist did not listen. 'When I know everything, I will know how to be happy,' he said.
People came from all over the world to give their statements to his Archive. By keeping and studying them, the Archivist learned how to speak every language and discover every secret.
'But it is not enough,' he said, 'I need to know more.'
Read the rest on Ao3!
And that's a wrap folks! This will be my final story for Jonmartin Week this year, because I'm already extremely overdue and honestly a bit too burned out to complete the two final prompts as I'd originally planned. Still, I hope you enjoy this final fluffy fairy tale fic <3
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magnetarmadda · 1 year
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood & Sasha James & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist & Tim Stoker Characters: Martin Blackwood, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Sasha James Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon-Typical Worms (The Magnus Archives), Rating for Language, No beta we kayak like Tim, Established Relationship, References to other canon-typical horrors, Wounds, Leg Wounds, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Happy Ending Series: Part 8 of Jmart Week 2023 Summary:
Martin is surprised to find he's blinking.
A moment ago, he'd shoved a knife into Jon's chest before pulling him close, listening as the end of the world collapsed around them. He'd been sobbing, his entire heart bleeding in his arms, and he could only welcome death by knowing he and Jon were going together.
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After the end of the world, Martin and Jon wake up in document storage...to the worm attack
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And in quick succession, a second fic for the same time travel prompt for @jonmartinweek day 6! This one’s been haunting me for a very long time, and I kept worrying I wasn’t going to do it justice. I very much enjoy how it’s turned out!! For @exactly-myself (and why will make sense very soon 💜)
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