#the tma brainrot has taken over i think

[milo-the-mage]

art block is finally leaving me alone at the same time i finish tma, so now we’re here-

this one is partially based on a poem i wrote, which is under the cut along with some of the alternate versions of the painting ^-^

with the sketch as a bg:

just the sketch:

and the full poem:

There was a time when the moth hated the fog. When it kept him from seeing everything he wanted to, the light that he was certain he needed to find, that he was so sure the fog was just getting in the way of. The moth couldn’t say exactly how long ago that was now.

Did you know that moths are a symbol of transformation? Of change? He’d never thought much about it until the sky opened up and swallowed him whole in light, until the world ended and the candle could burn with that white-green spark that let him see everything. 

And the fog? At that point the moth didn’t mind it. It cared, was there, and, most importantly, it trailed behind him while they walked. It didn’t blur his vision anymore, it let him see and didn’t get in the way.

The fog knew it loved the moth, tried to help him when it could, tried not to be a burden. It was grateful for all the times the moth had decided to stay with it, even when he shouldn’t have. After all, sight was as important to him as the light that drew him every closer, and the fog didn’t want to cause more problems.

There really was so much weighing down on the tiny, frail, flightless bug. It’s no wonder that when he got his chance to finally, silently, and ever so intentionally (because he knew, as moths all do, that the light is their final knowing), be seen by the blazing, glowing eye of the candle that he’d watched all this time, he took it.

And it was only after the now-singed moth was enveloped by the fog, which had promised, as always, to follow, that he realized. The fog, in its grey and fleeting wisps, was a different sort of light. It cooled the burns and dulled the pain and let the moth at last stop having to watch.

So he could understand that its light was so very much to him, beautiful and real in all the ways that lanterns and candles and lighters and the sun could never be.

And the moth begged the fog to take him completely, to give him the grace of no longer having to see any other lights, to let him stay in its misty embrace. And the fog obliged, and the moth closed his eyes one final time.

Martin obliged, and Jon closed his eyes

one final time.

#the tma brainrot has taken over i think #the mental image of jon being pulled towards the eye at the end #refuses to leave my brain #therefore i am obliged to draw it #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #the magnus archives #tma spoilers #tma fanart #art #jmart #teaholding

[blood-injections]

I've been brainstorming the tma au i was going to start writing it but now. The hunger games au brainrot has taken over sorry im starting that instead. Basically its a fusion of the two worlds since they're like super similar anyway, bat city/the capital, same difference. Dracs/scarecrows/peacekeepers/etc. Snow/the director. Same thing. And both had wars that the younger generation experienced only a sliver of but are still being punished for. Battery city is just like on a smaller scale and more condensed than panem obviously. The districts are like the different sectors of battery city- city center, the highrises, the neon district, a few others ill come up with names for, and the slums, which is like the district 12 of battery city. Theres some infrastructure like technically outside the city like farms and power stations to the north and east that people work at, but its all walled and connected to the city keep Battery citizens in and rebels out.

Rebels, or killjoys, fight not just the games, but all of Better Livings bullshit, but some definitely have a personal vendetta against the games and the director. Theres not many killjoys yet since it hasnt been crazy long since the wars, theres only been so many games, most current killjoys are veterans of the wars or children born in the desert by them, or survivors that managed not to get rounded up, or lastly, those that have managed to get out of battery city to join the rebelion. Lots of which rebelled after losing someone important to the games or just realizing how fucked it all is. Theres the underground rebeion inside the city, the juvie halls, but they're different.

The arena for the games.. I'm figuring it out. My initial thought was that maybe they just dump them in the desert, but that'd make it too easy for the rebels no matter what defences and monsters there are. Thats the killjoys domain. Besides, the games are very high tech despite being relatively new, because its bli and theyre futuristic and shit, theres laser guns. Im thinking either the arenas dead in the center of the city, a big dome that the levels of battery city are build around. Or its oitside of the city like the infrastructure is, to the north or somewhere hard for the rebels to get to because of radiation and bad land and and stuff in the way, but bli just fly the contestants in easy. And maybe the arenas like in what used to be a giant football stadium.

The games are pretty much the same as the since material, two people picked from every district, every level of the city. Theres not twelve of them though, there'll probably end up just being eight or so. But I think I might make a twist, that the zones kind of count as another level, and if Better Living has any killjoy prisoners at the time, they'll be thrown in as contestants, or maybe not, maybe targets, so that its just a very elaborate execution. Theyre thrown in to be hunted and whatever contestant takes them out gets a reward that could help them win.

I'm gonna make the Phoenix Witch a huuge thing in the games. Like shes not something many battery city born and raised people know about, only some droids and slums people and juvie halls, and they only know stories passed on by killjoys or zomerunners or past victors of the games. But no matter who you are, once you step foot in the arena, you can feel her presence. Contestants will see her in their dreams or out of the corner of their eye, they'll see her at night collcting the souls of the fallen even if their bodies have already been cleaned up by bli. They'll see her when they die and whoevers left standing in the end will go home with her great sorrow, but also her forgiveness for what they've done to win, to survive. Each and every tribute will pray to her at some point, even if they dont know her name yet. They just feel her, and they allow themselves to find a sense of safety in believing in a higher power. And they pray that the other tributes do not suffer, and that if the times comes they pray to go quickly themselves, and if that times does not come, they pray to be forgiven for the blood on their hands. Or maybe not, maybe they pray for a divine punishment, a reckoning for their sins. But no such punishment ever comes, only the witch wiping your tears and telling you that you will heal.

Just. Love and hope and sorrow and grief perceiving in the face of slaughter and horror and the hatred of those in power that dont believe in the inherent goodness within every being.

#hhjghfm. normal about this au #ttlotfk hunger games au #<temp au title/tag. i need to come up with one #ttlotfk #danger days #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #mcr danger days #danger days au #corvidscrap