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fiendishartist2 · 10 months
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web jon is so sillay
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the-lantern-lights · 9 months
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First commission for @chrisis-averted :)
They requested for me to design Web!Sasha
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equiusza · 3 months
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Ok i wanna talk about my ongoing maladaptive daydreams of domestic jmart. Theirs a whole ass story at this point, they have a cats and 4 kids, whose names are Westley (7, adopted, vast aligned), Emma (5, adopted, web aligned) mia (5, adopted, corruption aligned) and rose (3, biological, eye aligned) they have family game nights and martin makes pancakes every weekend,they have movie nights and fall asleep on the couch in each others arms
Jon and martin constantly need to prevent Wes from climbing onto the roof, have to stop emma from putting spiders in her pockets, they are constantly having to pick bugs out of mias clothes and hair, they have to remind rose to not stare at people in public,
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gammija · 1 year
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web avatar martin first time meeting a jarchivist, colorized
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witchinatree · 6 months
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the eye will always have a special place in my heart but i really hope it isnt the main fear focus in the magnus protocol. personally, i am a desolation magnus protocol truther bc if you think about it right like, the magnus institute burned down and thats fire which is the desolation. also women. love em
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lairde-lampblack · 9 months
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welcome to an au i like to call oops all avatars, where all the s1 archives staff all come from branching timelines back in time to try fixing the mistakes, but each timeline is a little different in a few ways. details under the cut
jon (eye): follows canon mainly up to the eyepocalypse, whereupon he's sent back in time to s1
martin (lonely): is largely the same up until the lonely aside from tim getting got by the not!them and sasha dying in the unknowing, and jon himself not being too far along in avatarhood where it's easily missed by martin, where jon getting lost in the lonely is the catalyst to martin becoming and in his rage he exits the lonely to murder elias and plukas in a blind rage, ending his timeline w the dead man's switch taking martin down in the process
tim (spiral): in this timeline, it's martin gotten by the not!them. sasha gets killed by jane prentiss during an investigation after being the one trapped in her flat, leading to both jon and tim spiralling and seeking revenge. tim takes to the corridors to find answers, and his door is what saves him at the end of the unknowing where jon dies. tim becomes as a spiral avatar and takes to tormenting the archive replacement staff and elias until he and helen end up warring and leading to the collapse of both avatars and ending the timeline
sasha (web): biggest divergence. jon is claimed bt the not!them in this timeline, leading to sasha investigating the house on hilltop road. martin was kidnapped by the not!jon, and tim was killed in the prentiss attack, leaving sasha all by herself to try fixing things. sasha meets annabelle cane and was learning to be a web avatar, where elias basically serves sasha on a silver platter to the circus because hes sick of spiders in his archives, ending the timeline w her death in the unknowing, where she falls through the crack in hilltop road and sends out panicked web strands and inadvertently brings all the othere back
it doesn't take long for the three archival assistants to realize they all know more than they should and that they're all from different timelines, but all three assume jon knows nothing because he died in all three of the timelines, and that he's just an ordinary human. thry do not know that he knows the actual most of all of them
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world's last pseudo polycule consisting of God, a Spider in a human suit, and a very tired man, who'll stand between their loved ones and anything that'll want to do em harm with his shitty human axe
season 5 tim being the protector of their little group 😤💪
[apocalypse blues tag] (bonus a convo w/ @thefuturewithoutus bc tim being the protector is important to me)
the idea of jon reaching like top god status and tim still like, putting himself in between him and the people that might want to harm him plagues my mind..... peak excuse me he asked for no pickles but make it dramatic hgsgf .
all powerful jon and tim has like an axe but it's the intention that counts. let him believe that .
i think partly its jon letting him believe that for tim's sake, bc god he deserves to have Something, but also? tim bothering to do all that, to literally put a fight against some random monster they find on the road for him, it almost makes him feel like a human, perhaps (sidenote its even funnier in the small window of time where martin joined the party bc its like, literally God, a big fucking spider in a human suit, and Just A Guy with an axe, the latter being the main offense of the group sdfgdg) .
and i think tim's so protective at that point it'd be like a reflex to just put himself in between jon and danger Nevermind jon being all powerful he's their little attack dog .
he's filled with love and the leftovers of anger and he's lost everyone he loved at least once even if Some came back he WILL protect them damn it!!!!!!!!!!! .
tim recuperating from his season 3 persona and being funny again and loving but still having the burning rage and hatred he only takes out for the fears... love it
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itisonlyeyes · 8 months
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A speedpaint of my Jonmartin web!martin/stranger!jon au in the works!
Some closeups/pic of the finished piece under the cut.
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lonelysa1lor · 3 months
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA so if im right Norris = Martin Chester= Jon Augustus= Jonah [unconfirmed] [betting now that Alice gave Jonah that name because his voice sounds posh] I hope we get actual Jonah content and not just the Elias era BUT UNTIL THEN- So in TMAGP Gertrude succeeded in killing everyone in the institute and killing Jonah [and then Jon,Martin and Elias from the MAG universe enter their universe]. we can presumably think that it killed everyone in the institute or atleast the people in the archives and whomever was on the third floor [maybe that's where Elias' office was?]. but that doesnt mean that Jon and Martin of the TMAGP universe are dead. so where are they.
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Annie bell 🦯
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mortal-kingss · 9 months
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Summary: Following the disappearance of his partner by The Web, The Archivist caught wind of a hasty ritual by The Corruption and attempts to stop it. When he sees spiders piling on the door, they know just where he is.
hi!! if you liked my piece with the moth!jon and web!martin, i think you’ll like this fic!! i made a small au and ive been viciously scribbling my ideas down in the past couple days HAHAH
this is the first time i’ve posted my work online so i really hope people enjoy it!!! :D<3
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fiendishartist2 · 10 months
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until my fears come to fruition, i'm not scared– tma
"'Once I even saw him take one of Hector’s femurs and, after twisting it into a corkscrew spiral-'" Sasha spoke evenly into the tape recorder, voice soft as if giving words to the statement was a divine act. She felt it reverberate through her, a warm shiver that ran from the soles of her feet to the tips of her fingers. It wrenched her eyes open and she drank the words in as quickly as her own cadence would allow. Cold fear settled unpleasantly in her stomach, but the deep rightness of it compelled her to continue.
Just as she came upon the climax of the account, reading growing more frantic with each word inching closer to the heart of the victim's terror, the door to her office swung open.
It crashed against the wall with reckless abandon– old and rusty hinges shrieking alongside a startled Sasha. Tim strode into the room, waving around a handful of loose papers and manila folders.
"I told you– I told you!" He raged as he paced in front of Sasha's desk. Each harsh clap of Tim's loafers against the scuffed hardwood floors of the Archives punctuated the pounding of Sasha's heart. She almost couldn't catch her breath in all of the commotion; the last remnants of her prior excitement trickled out of her thoughts, replaced by quickly fading adrenaline.
Sasha mustered up a weak glare, "Tim, what the hell are you on about? You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
Tim continued to pace, completely ignoring Sasha. He muttered furiously to himself, talking in circles.
"Look, Tim," Sasha sighed, "I really need to get back to work-"
He whirled around and slammed the stack of statements onto Sasha's desk. His eyes were wild and hard with anger, but flitting about the room nervously, as if expecting something to sneak up on them. She flinched– she had been doing that a lot recently, especially around the people she once called friends.
Tim released the papers, moving his hands to grip the edge of Sasha's desk. Sasha pounced immediately, flipping through them hungrily.
"Wait, are these-?"
"Statements you've already read? Some of them," He shot a look over his shoulder, "Most of them aren't. Most of them are statements I've never seen before. I-I found them hidden in Document Storage- surely so we wouldn't find them…" Tim trailed off, babbling to himself.
Sasha's attention was glued to the unfamiliar statements. Her gaze jumped from paragraph to paragraph– page to page– as she tried to discern if she had seen them around the Archives or not. Something about these statements in particular repulsed her, even the ones she knew she had read prior. It felt wrong, like Tim had disrupted something important by taking them.
"So… what?" Sasha asked distractedly, "You found this lot of statements in storage. Gertrude probably hid them away for some reason or another. You know how she was."
A hand suddenly blocked her reading again as Tim slapped it down in front of her. He leaned in, mouth caught in a snarl.
"No." He said darkly, vitriol boiling just under the surface.
"No…?" Her voice climbed a few octaves as a different kind of fear wracked her.
Tim's erratic behaviour in the past few weeks had been causing her considerable alarm, but being faced with his rampage upfront was a whole other beast. She didn't want to believe Tim or Martin would harm her, but discovering Gertrude's body had changed things. The last Archivist was murdered, her death successfully covered up by someone working in the Archives. It rattled Sasha, made her wonder day in and day out if that would be her last– made her obsessive and confrontational and paranoid. The only person who could keep her anchored to reality was Jon; he kept her sane, in a way. On top of being a trustworthy friend in a place where she had lost all feelings of safety, he was incredibly helpful with Gertrude's murder investigation. He always seemed to get the perfect evidence just when she needed it. Sasha needed Jon, and she was grateful for it.
"Someone in the Archives is hiding these statements. Hiding them from you and me and Martin- a-and probably Elias too, for that matter!" He lowered his voice, once again checking over his shoulder before speaking, "I'm sure this is all Jon's doing."
Sasha burst into laughter.
All at once, the tension in the room dissipated. Of course Sasha was not about to be shot in her office, going the way of her predecessor; Tim was on another one of his 'Jon is evil' tirades. Tim sat back on heels and crossed his arms protectively over his chest. The faint blush creeping over his stony face prompted another round of giggles from Sasha.
"Sorry, sorry! It's just- Tim, please," She all but rolled her eyes, "I promise Jon did not squirrel away random statements for nefarious purposes."
He started pointing desperately at the papers again, "Look at them Sash- really look at them and-"
"Tim, I am looking at them. All I see is unrelated statements." Her hand moved of his own accord, settling on top of Tim's. She smiled, "You're getting worked up over nothing."
He looked disgusted for a moment, and then confused.
And then angry.
"You're not listening!" He shouted, before shooting a frightened look over his shoulder and lowering his voice to a growl, "If you just read them, you would see how they connect to Jon-"
"Spit it out already!" Sasha snapped. Her own frustration was bubbling up and the longer Tim beat around the bush, the more irritated she grew.
Tim dropped himself bodily into the chair in front of her desk– the one reserved for statement givers who thought the couch made it feel more like therapy than academia. He slid one of the folders towards himself, plucking the statement from within and holding it up.
"Read this one," he urged, "All of the writing in this file was done by Jon, but it's not anything coherent. Just the statement and pages of nonsense. I've never seen it before because it's been misfiled since Jon started working here."
"How do you know it's Jon's and you're not just using him as a scapegoat? You all started work on the same day." She asked cuttingly. She felt quite mean talking to Tim like this, but these baseless accusations against Jon were getting under her skin. She was just protecting a friend.
"Look at the handwriting- it's got to be Jon's." Tim handed over the open file and sure enough: Jon's characteristic cramped cursive littered each page.
As she flipped through the pages and pages of indecipherable 'research', she came upon the original statement: 'Statement of Darren Harlow, #0101811'. It looked relatively new; maybe a few years old, taken by Gertrude but untouched until Jon picked it up. Curiously, some parts of the statement were obscured– words, sentences, even entire paragraphs scratched out in pen. Otherwise, the statement appeared unharmed.
The visual of a marked-up statement made Sasha itch behind the eyes.
"'Annabelle Cane'? So, what, she turns into a spider monster by the end or something? Seems as normal as a statement can be."
Tim shook his head, "They're all like that, though! All about spiders and webs and- and puppets, for whatever reason. All follow-up done by or re-opened by Jon."
Tim snatched another piece of evidence from the pile, "A-and look at this one! I could have sworn you recorded this one right before Martin's run-in with Prentiss, but apparently it's been unfiled since Jon decided to 'continue Martin's research'," he mimed exaggerated quotation marks, "While he was absent."
Sasha remembered this one; statement #0150409, from the man who believed he was haunted by an immortal spider. She still regretted how hard she pushed Martin into proper follow-up on that one. In some ways, she felt like she had handed him over to Jane Prentiss on a silver platter.
However, she knew she could put Tim's skepticism to rest, now that she had a statement that was already on tape. Sasha pulled open the bottom drawer of her desk, where she kept all of her tapes. They were in neat stacks of six, ordered by date recorded. She shuffled through them, passing over the exact date where Carlos Vittery's statement should be. Real panic gripped her when she came up empty handed.
With more urgency, she dug out the entire stack it was supposed to be in and tossed it haphazardly onto her desk. The itch behind her eyes spread like a wildfire, filling her brain with an inescapable, searing buzz. She needed to find that statement– it was hers and the possibility of it being missing or- or stolen was inordinately wrong.
She pawed through the scattered tapes frantically.
"It's not here," she said faintly, turning back to her drawer to dig through the tapes with reckless abandon, "Tim it's not- it's not here. Why isn't it here?"
"I didn't see any tapes with the lost files, but-" Tim started tentatively, his own rage fizzling out as Sasha visibly spiralled. She stood abruptly, sending her chair careening behind her. It crashed into the bookshelf on the wall, dislodging a few books that fell to the floor with dull thumps.
Sasha marched around her desk. She pulled Tim out of his seat and pushed him out of her office.
"They were right here, I swear."
Tim had led her to the back of Document Storage. She had been trying to tame this room since day one in the Archives; so far, she had managed to record a considerable number of statements, but it had barely made a dent. There were still stacks of statements littering the floor and filing cabinets overflowing with manila folders.
Tim had pulled out one of the drawers of a filing cabinet and pointed out the space behind it. She had to admit, she's not surprised Tim found it so easily. It was a horribly obvious place to hide something.
"I don't see the tape…" She mused. Calmness settled over her like a blanket, pinning her down underneath it.
When Tim had steered her toward Document Storage, the panic fuelling her started to lose steam. Despite everything that happened between them recently, Sasha loved Tim– he was one of her closest friends. But, ever since Jon joined the Archives, she had to admit he had become a bit… irrational. After Prentiss, his disdain for Jon reared it ugly head and, subsequently, so did the theories and the arguments and the paranoia. Looking at it from a calmer perspective, it was easy to see how Tim was just jumping to conclusions, like usual.
Document storage was a mess; a room where every nook and cranny had a statement shoved in somewhere. Sasha often found herself getting turned around in there. It was impossible to find anything in the nonsensical filing system as statements were, more often than not, incorrectly filed. She couldn't exactly blame Jon for just sticking all of his work behind a drawer and calling it a day.
Of course, that wouldn't explain the missing tape, but what reason did Sasha have for thinking Jon was the culprit? Maybe she had just misplaced it, even though she was impeccably organised. That pressing calmness was now almost crushing.
She must have misplaced it.
"Sasha…?"
Sasha squeezed out a chuckle. What a strangely humorous situation. How could she have gotten so wrapped up in this? Obviously Jon wasn't working against them just because he chooses to research spider-related statements. That's ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.
"Sasha, are you okay? You're acting a bit… weird."
Sasha felt a bit weird, but that was okay. She was so calm that she couldn't mind if she tried. The familiar force tugging at her thoughts was so helpful, so kind. It knew what was best for Sasha and wanted Sasha to know as well.
Wordlessly, she wandered back to her office, still chuckling under her breath.
When she pushed open the door, feeling a bit unsteady on her feet, she was greeted by the sight of Jon. Her desk was empty, cleared of statements and tapes. Something ugly squirmed around in her stomach, but that gut reaction was unreasonable. How utterly ridiculous she was being.
"Hello, Sasha. I was just coming to talk to you when I spotted my research work on your desk. Mind if I take it back? I believe there was some follow-up I hadn't quite finished up." He said innocently.
The ugly thing in her stomach was trying to crawl up her throat and out of her mouth. She wanted to scream at Jon– tell him no, tell him to leave, to stop doing whatever he was doing to all of them.
But Jon smiled that kind smile– the one that crinkled his eyes and thinned his lips and seemed to draw all attention to it– and numbness settled over her again.
Tim whipped you into quite the accusation, a voice in her head scolded. And of Jon of all people? That's ridiculous. That's absurd. How could that ever be possible?
The corners of her lips moved of their accord, manipulated into returning Jon's smile.
"Of course. Go right ahead Jon."
"Why, thank you, Sasha."
Jon shut the door softly behind him as he left. Sasha crumbled to the floor, her strings cut.
I'm going to find a way to tear your web apart, Jonathan Sims.
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the-lantern-lights · 8 months
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Supplemental: Sasha has been helpful as always, but I can’t shake the feeling something is… Off. There’s just something in her eyes that makes me feel like Mr. Spider is staring at me, finally back to finish the job.
Y’all loved Web!Sasha so much I had to draw her again (Set in season 2, yall rly think the not them could eat her? Wrong way around)
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tired-fandom-ndn · 1 year
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Ohhhh okay but Web Jon who was just starting to learn to embroider with his grandmother when Mr. Spider took him. One of the many monsters and puppets sent to take care of him (and Annabelle) eventually brought him embroidery books and supplies too, because the Mother thought it was a useful skill for one of the Weavers and it coincidentally made Jon happier and less resistant his circumstances.
Teaching himself from books with Annabelle's help wasn't the same as evenings spent practicing his stitches quietly while his grandmother worked on her own projects and the radio played in the background, but it gave something back to him, a bit of normalcy and happiness in his new life of spiders and puppets and violence.
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gammija · 1 year
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MAG127, Remains To Be Seen: "[...] as we got closer I could see that it was a single tree that was burning. A gnarled and ancient elm, that sat removed from the rest of the forest. A small crowd surrounded the spectacle. One man, who I took to be a groundskeeper, stood closer than the others, with a lit torch in his hand. [...]
... All that I could get from him was a sense of… resignation, and the insistence that his master, who I took to be Albrecht, wanted the tree dead. I’m sure that he used that word, though. Not burned, not removed, or destroyed. Dead. I resolved to ask Albrecht about it when I saw him."
...and then we never heard from it again. This tree still confuses me!! I can't connect it conclusively to anything else, but there's such an emphasis placed on it that it feels like it has to be important!
The motif of a big gnarly tree being burned echoes the tree at Hilltop Road, so even though there are no spiders, something about it feels Webby - as does the way Fanshawe mentions it, says he wants to ask Albrecht about it, and then seems to completely forget about it...
...that's a very weak connection at best, when there aren't any other indications that the Web is involved with the Von Closens at that time and place. So what else could it be? Fire could indicate the Desolation, but that has the same problem of not being mentioned otherwise, plus just burning down one (1) tree doesn't really seem like its style to do, unless this specific tree means something;
Trees and fire are also reminiscent of Gertrude's protection circle from s1, though, again, that's Web & Desolation duking it out. The tree at HTR also seemed to be connected to Agnes' death in some way, she died when it was cut down. Maybe this tree is also protecting someone, but who? why? how? Albrecht? That makes no sense, at the very least unless "the Master" is referring to someone else, but that really just opens more questions than it answers!
Maybe the tree is meant to signify another 'rift' between worlds, and it links up to the vague implication that maybe the Von Closens seemed to be unable to get children in s1, but evidently had them later on. And maybe the bastard prince actually came through from another dimension as well.... However, that's still a very big leap to take just from one odd tree and two 'mysteries' that aren't really mysteries and didn't really need solving in the first place
I'd be curious to know if this was a plot hook for future episodes which never materialized into something more, or if I'm just missing something here. anyone else have a solid theory? @a-mag-a-day
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izac0 · 3 months
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