#vast!jon

[y3llow-hoodie]

More Vast!Jon head cannons for your enjoyment :)

I'll post more in a while since this week I'm kinda busy ;(

Vast!Jon AU _ 1-2-3-4-5-6-X

#lol i had to add pages numbers #this AU is getting way bigger than expected #the magnus archives #tma #tma fanart #tma podcast #the magnus institute #the magnus archive #the magnus archive fanart #tma jon #tma vast!jon #vast!jon #jonathan sims #simon fairchild

[dcartcorner]

Commission for @rookfeatherrambles for their Vast!Jon AU! Thank you for the support!

#fanart #commission #tma #the magnus archives #simon fairchild #jonathan sims #vast!jon #cw: blood

[trans-jon-rights]

Hey !

So I decides that the first drawing of the year is gonna be @y3llow-hoodie 's Vast!Jon design because I love him !

Ko-Fi // Commission info

#max draws tma #tma #the magnus archives #tma vast!jon #tma vast #jon sims #vast!jon

[birdifulhuman]

Am I supposed to be writing my fic for Tim is an Archivist Au...yes, but like- LOOK AT THEM.

#vast!jon #jon sims #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #fear swap #vast #tma vast #vastard #art #fanart #my art

[michaelmylove]

Doodle for the vast!jon au inspired by @y3llow-hoodie

#the magnus archives #tma #TMA fan art #vast!jon #vast!jon au #Magnus archives #Magnus archives fan art #the Magnus archives fan art #jonathan sims #jon sims #jon sims fanart #jonathan sims fan art #my art #tma fanart

[rookfeatherrambles]

I am feral about two things: Hunt!Jon/Land!Selkies and Vast!Jon/Winged!Jon and I wrote a thing about Jon with wings so here you go

Many lifetimes ago, the gods gave people wings, with the caveat that one day, they’d take them back. I have wings, and I don’t want them to disappear, even though everyone says they’re bad luck. My Grandmother says they’re a curse, not a blessing, and that my destiny is on the ground, like a normal person, but I hear the stars singing every night, and I have to know what they’re saying. If you’re reading this, Grandma, I’m not sorry. - Jon

The cliffs are quiet. They usually are, but Jon doesn’t find the silence creepy like nearly everyone else in Bournemouth. To him, they are a refuge from the whispers he has to hear when he goes farther than his gate, or the fascinated, horrified staring of the other children. People muttering prayers under their breath and turning away from him as he passes, or outright refusing to sell to him when his grandmother sends him on errands out into town. Even she, his guardian, looks at him with something approaching wariness and disgust. She doesn’t say anything when she finds the loose feathers scattering the house, but she tightens her lips disapprovingly every time as she sweeps them into the bin and then tells him to bind his wings tighter. Nobody likes the cliffs. They say they’re a haunted, cursed place, full of ill-omen and mischievous spirits. Perfect for a bad - luck child to spend his time in, then. Jon clambers up onto the temple ruins, hopping daringly from stone to stone. At the base of the rocky structure, he’s got a pack full of bread, some cheese and fish, and his favourite book. That should be enough to keep him going, wherever he’s going. The sun dips low on the horizon, and Jon stops his cavorting and turns to watch. Its orange eye casts his dark skin into light and shadow, reds and golds. His irises are a rich honey colour in the glow of the last day-light’s rays.  He sits and watches until the sky goes red, then mauve, and finally, a deep clear blue. A breeze comes from somewhere beyond the cliffs, and it smells like fresh rain and something spicy, like a cooking hearth on the wind. Jon pulls off his shirt, then, as the stars start to blink into existence one by one like distant, observing beings opening their eyes. He reaches over his shoulder to unbuckle the leather harnesses holding his wings closed, one after another. When the bands fall away, he groans, and bites his cheek as first one wing shudders and shakes open, and then the other follows, the tension barking deep into his back from muscles taut and muscles knotted. He almost wants to cry from the pain, but his grandmother always told him that if he was to be a boy, boys never cried. Jon thinks about that now, then gives in and sobs into his fists as his wings tremble, shake, and twitch involuntarily. The tears glitter in the last light as they fall to the stone at his feet, but don’t last long. Jon breathes a sigh of relief when the cramping feeling eases, when he can stretch and twist and flap without pain. His wings should be malformed, and patchy, and basically useless by now, and if his grandmother and the townsfolk had had their way, they would be. Bound and compressed until they grew in on themselves, became shapeless lumps of feather and flesh that could be hacked off when he was older. His bad luck over, his shame removed at last. But Jon loves his wings, always has and against his grandmother’s wishes, or even her knowledge, he’s been using them. He’s been practising. And today, he will fly, and he will leave Bournemouth and all the superstitious people he’s grown up with behind. He is eleven, for goodness-sake. And he’s made up his mind to run away. The cliffs are still quiet, when Jon decides it's time to go. He’s stood on the edge many, many times, and peered down to see if he can catch a glimpse of what’s down there, but there’s been a thick fog that covers everything since before he was born, and as he looks now, it's no different. Well, one thing is different. The stars are singing again. Jon tips his head up to catch the melody, but it's so faint as to be ethereal. Jon walks back over to where his pack is, tying it to his chest, securely. He tugs on the strap a few times, just to see if it’ll go anywhere. With that sorted, Jon looks back to the edge of his known world. He could go home, he could have his wings surgically removed when he’s older, and he could live a normal life. Normal’s never appealed much to him, though. With an air of a person who’s decidedly late for an appointment, he strides towards the cliff edge.

He pauses, just for a moment, to look up at the sky again, and then he spreads his wings and throws himself into the nothing. Jon falls without a sound, and the fog swallows him and leaves no trace. If anyone misses him in the coming days, they don’t say a thing. Even his grandmother doesn't go looking for him. She simply carries on as she always has. Just like that, Jonathan Sims, the tragic, unfortunate cursed child, is forgotten. And life goes on. 

#the magnus archives #jonathan sims #tma #vast!jon #rook writes #tw: neglect #I wanted to write this and so i have

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

This Vast!Jon AU is so soft and so awful at the same time

Having a blast writing it, though. :D

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Jon is deposited on the Murphy bed. Martin puts on the kettle, then joins him.

The only lights are in the kitchen, leaving the bed shadowed. It’s like so many nights in their childhood, lying inches apart in silence, comfortably softened in the gloom.

“I was so scared for you,” whispers Martin.

“I can’t do this,” Jon says out of nowhere, and sits up.

Martin stiffens. “What?”

“I can’t keep it from you.” And he starts pulling bandages off.

“No, Jon! You can’t - ” Martin blinks.

Jon is completely unharmed. He pulls off all the wrapping, the gloves, every last bit. 

He’s pristine.

His face is fine. His hands are fine. Everything is fine. He searches Martin’s face for a response.

Martin stammers. “What? You’re… okay?”

“Yes.”

“You went down in a plane crash.”

“I nearly died.” And Jon takes off his shirt.

Martin has seen Jon shirtless plenty of times. He saw him shirtless last month, when Martin accidentally got flour all over them both.

Martin has never seen that scar before.

It’s beautiful and horrible at the same time, pinched in the center where something went through, then spider-webbing out like cracks in glass.

It is old. It is absolutely old.

It can’t be old. “What is that?” Martin says.

“What I’m going to tell you… Martin, you have to keep it quiet,” says Jon. “You can’t tell Tim. You can’t tell anyone. Do you hear? Anyone. Okay?”

Martin touches the scar, both hands flat on it. It is warm, and strangely softer than he expected.

Jon shivers.

“Sorry,” says Martin.

“No, it… it’s good. You can keep doing that, if you want to,” mumbles Jon, looking away from him.

Martin is so confused. “Jon, what happened?”

Jon gets out of the Murphy bed, takes Martin’s hand, and drags him toward the brightly lit kitchen. 

“Jon, what are you - ”

He cups Martin’s face. “Look into my eyes.”

Well, that’s no hardship.

But Jon’s eyes have… changed. 

They’re brown, beautiful, as always, but the more Martin looks, the more he sees, and suddenly there seems to be depth beyond Jon’s skull, and the more he looks, he finds blue, and he feels dizzy, and he hears wind in his ears and he is falling from impossibly high and - 

Martin sways on his feet.

Jon blinks - intentionally, slowly, breaking the trance.

They stand there for a moment, and Martin can't seem to catch his breath. “You… are you wearing contacts?” he says, weakly.

“No,” whispers Jon.

Martin stares. “What happened to you?”

Jon inhales. “I met a god.”

The teakettle whistles and they both damn near jump out of their skins.

#tma #tma fic #fic in progress #wip #amwriting #vast!jon #jmart #martin blackwood

[yellowmagicalgirl]

📓!

The Magnus Archives canon divergent AU from the season 4 trailer onwards, in which John (somehow) became a sea monster empowered by the Vast. This frees the assistants from the Institute, and Melanie and Basira try their best to move on with their lives. Tries is a key word when Melanie still has the Slaughter bullet, but that's not the point here.

Martin, meanwhile, joins Peter on the Tundra because he doesn't think he has anything else in life. There's something keeping him from fully joining the Lonely, though - strange glimpses of scales under the waters. A haunting voice on the wind.

(Somehow John and Martin get to run away together to a cottage by the sea.)

Put "📓" into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.

#the magnus archives #johnathan sims #martin blackwood #vast!jon #jonathan sims #jonmartin #my au's #answered ask #autumnalfallingleaves #i tried to think of ideas i've had for fandoms we have in common but i couldn't think of anything

[avyene]

Avytober 2022 Day 18. Vast

Or how I fell in love with Vast!Jon, The Vast and the enormity of space and ocean thanks to a fanfic.

This fanfic. I really strongly recommended it, there is something just so beautiful about it, it hasn't left my mind since I read it months ago.

#avytober2022 #avyeneproduction #inktober #the magnus archives #the magnus archive fanart #jonathan sims #Vast Jon #fanfic #vast!jon #vast avatar jonathan sims #God I love space so much and we're so insignificant compared to it it's so beautiful

[luvnotpercival]

starting to adore vast!jon rn

(thank you @y3llow-hoodie luv ur designs)

#vast!jon #tma #mahnus archives

[y3llow-hoodie]

Had this fantastic request by @mus0v , and I got WAY too invested

Edit: next page here !

Vast!Jon AU _ X-2-3-4-5-6-7

I love love LOVE this so much!!! I will post more content for this AU at a later date :D

Also if someone could come up with a better/cooler name for Vast!Jon I would be eternally grateful. I wanted to do something about floating or jumping, but “the jumper” doesn’t sound that intimidating , so “the pilot” will do for now

#the magnus archives #tma #tma fanart #tma podcast #the magnus institute #the magnus archive fanart #tma jon #the magnus archive #tma headcanons #tma au #tma archivist #tma john #tma eye #tma vast #tma comic #tma the vast #vast!jon #tma aus #tma vast!jon

[vastimagines]

I'm back on my bullshit time to continue that vast jon fic

it's actually much more than a vast jon fic but that's what started it

#tma #vast!jon #avatar gerard #agnes montague

[fr3sh-c0rn]

#the vast #magnus archives #the magnus institute #the magnus archives #tma memes #jonathan sims #jarchivist #tma #tma podcast #jon sims #the magnus pod

[masao-micchi]

jon: what do you mean you have arthritis??!?!?

simon: im old

jon: you jump off suspended ski lifts

simon: it’s fun :D

sometimes jon forgets hes almost a hundred kasksjjsjaksk

more of this AU here

#tma #the magnus archives #tmakidjonau #magnus archives #jonathan sims #jon sims #simon fairchild #the vast #magpod #jarchivist

[insanitydog25]

Avatars of The Eye and The Vast.

HELLO! I finally got the motivation to cosplay from The Magnus Archives! I managed to cosplay Jonathan Sims and Mike Crew which was fun to do! It's mostly on Tik tok though I thought it worth the shot to post them here too!

#jonathan sims #jonathan sims tma #mike crew #michael crew #the magnus archives #the magnus protocol #the magnus archive fanart #tma #tma fanart #tma fandom #tma podcast #the vast #the eye #the magnus archives fanart #jon sims #jon sims fanart #jonathan sims fanart #mike crew fanart #avatar of the eye #avatar of the vast #cosplay

[i-am-not-a-who-i-am-a-what]

so about the header that proceeded today's statement:

Viability as agent: Low

Viability as subject: None

Viability as catalyst: Medium

i didn't know what to think of this part of the entry at first, but the longer the statement went on... was the institute in this universe trying to manufacture avatars?

the dice can't do anything without someone to use them, they can't be an "agent" by themselves, but might be capable of manipulation, so in that aspect their viability is "low."

the dice could be a "subject" in the sense that they could use further studying, but the statement itself was a very thorough investigation of their workings, so in that aspect their viability is "none."

the dice seem to influence their holder to roll them, or at least find more victims to roll them, and could therefore be described as a "catalyst" for someone's becoming. but, as seen in the statement, their owner can give the dice to someone else (albeit not without consequences), so in that aspect their viability is only "medium."

so what about the line following all this, what does "Recommend referral to Catalytics for Enrichment applicability assessment" mean? if we go by this interpretation, i'd say it could mean the institute wanted to find a way to make the dice even more potent as an artifact, maybe even remove that pesky ability for their owner to reject them.

imho all of this this brings a whole new level of context to the events of episode seven, of unknown violent agents going after an influx of objects that seemed straight out of artifact storage. was that the nature of the titular "magnus protocol" first mentioned in episode four, the one that involved the starkwall group? containing or destroying potential artifacts before the institute could get their hands on them?

it also makes their "gifted kids program," and sam's link to it as one of the kids being studied, all the more horrifying to think about. was it not just avatars in general they were after, but child avatars specifically? no wonder gertrude got so defensive over the possibility of sam and celia dragging gerry back into the institute's business last episode, we all picked up on her clearly knowing more than she's letting on but now we might know the shape of that information a bit better.

and one final bit of food for thought... this statement had a lot of familiar themes, didn't it? free will or the illusion of it, gambling and not-so-random chance, the statement giver being done in by one final hit from what feels like a bit of an addition... all hallmarks of a certain mother of puppets. doesn't it seem fitting that "chester" would use this kind of statement to warn sam about what harm pursuing the magnus institute could bring to him, considering the one his voice might draw from? and doesn't it seem so painfully ironic that his warning seems to have only driven sam further into that web?

#tmagp #the magnus protocol #tmagp spoilers #tmagp 9 spoilers #MANY THOUGHTS HEAD FULL AAAAAAAAAA #there are so many other things i want to link to this but i also just want to post it asap to get other people's thoughts #honestly at the word 'catalyst' my mind went straight to mike crew using ex altiora to become an avatar of the vast #combing through lietners until he found one that fit #and the statement giver from mag 4 feeling like he had to specifically sell ex altiora to gerry or it wouldn't 'count' #i can't pull out the episode quotes every time i have a theory or it becomes a bit passé but know they are always on my mind #also that last paragraph just came to me in a vision while i was typing up the rest of this i hope it's not too far of a reach #i tried to keep it vague but i'm also imagining jon banging his head against the inside of a crt monitor in frustration r/n #i still need to read the breakdown of the arg so if any info in that bolsters or discredits this please let me know!!!