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fuckyeahgoodomens · 8 months

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Link 1, Link 2 :)

Digital Good Omens 2 Sountrack is coming out in 4 days! 🥳 CD version in October! :) ❤ Coming soon on vinyl…

Out to Stream/Download from 25th August. Out on CD 13th October. Coming soon on vinyl…

David Arnold’s ‘end of the world’ complex and multi-genre soundtrack.

From the Award-winning composer of Sherlock and Casino Royale comes a follow up to the hugely successful, Emmy nominated Good Omens soundtrack.

Good Omens series 2 premiered on Prime Video on 28th July. The series follows the odd couple, angel Aziraphale (Michael Sheen) and demon Crowley (David Tennant) in their quest to sabotage the end of the World. The six-episode sequel to the popular adaptation of the novel by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett, concerns the Archangel Gabriel (Jon Hamm) arriving without his memories to Aziraphale’s bookshop. Aziraphale and Crowley attempt to find out what happened to Gabriel, whilst hiding him from Heaven and Hell, both eager to find him.

The Soundtrack

David Arnold’s soundtrack to Good Omens was first released in 2019 to favourable reviews, with BBC Music Magazine calling it “a rollicking trip to hell and back”. Blueprint Magazine described it as “a great listen” and Sci Fi Bulletin commented on “plenty of memorable themes” to conclude that “This is another work of art from Arnold”. At times nostalgic and eerie but always varied, beautiful and full of excitement, the Good Omens 2 soundtrack showcases Arnold’s every skill from his composer arsenal. Featured here are orchestral arrangements with sprinkling of Sugar Plum Fairy pizzicato and percussion, jaunty strings and mighty choral sweeps from Crouch End Festival Chorus. Added to the mix are rock guitar riffs, and psychedelic 70s sounds and all together they create a haunting otherworldly feel, complementing the fantasy and the quirky humour of the show. The spirited Waltz of the opening theme is also present in the second series and it wonderfully sets the scene for fantastical mayhem. In series 2, this robust, evocative, and funny music entity, becomes yet again another character in the story. Award-winning composer David Arnold is well known for his blockbuster scores, including Stargate, The Chronicles of Narnia: the Voyage of the Dawn Treader, Hot Fuzz, Paul, Independence Day, 2 Fast 2 Furious and Casino Royale as well as for his TV work such as Sherlock and Dracula. Also available: The original soundtrack to the first series of Good Omens >

Tracklist

– Disc 1 – Chapter 1: The Arrival 1. Before the Beginning 2. Good Omens 2 Opening Title 3. Into Soho 4. Something Terrible 5. To The Bookshop 6. Maggie and Nina 7. He’s Smoking 8. Tiny Miracle 9. Heavenly Alarm Bells Chapter 2: The Clue 10. Avaunt! 11. The Song is the Clue 12. It’s What God Wants 13. A Mighty Wind 14. Whales 15. Gabriel Returns 16. His New Children 17. Am I Awful Now? 18. Fallen Angel Chapter 3: I Know Where I’m Going 19. Police Arrive 20. Scotland 21. We’re Going to Hell 22. People Get a Choice 23. My Car is Not Yellow 24. Beelzebub in Hell 25. The Book 26. The Fly 27. Mr. Dalrymple 28. We Need to Cut 29. I’m Going to Save Her 30. Crowley Goes Large 31. Not Kind 32. Beelzebub Isn’t Happy – Disc 2 – Chapter 4: The Hitchhiker 33. Hell-O 34. Nazi Zombies 35. March of the Nazi Zombies 36. Crowley Pep Talk 37. The Magic Shop 38. Catch The Bullet 39. Zombies in the Dressing Room Chapter 5: The Ball 40. I’ll Let You Have It 41. We’re Storming a Book Shop 42. Monsieur Azirophale 43. The Candelabra 44. Here Comes Hell 45. Gabriel Gives Himself Up 46. Shax 47. The Circle Chapter 6: Every Day 48. Bin Through the Window 49. Gabriel Leaving Heaven 50. The Halo 51. Gabriel Revealed 52. Gabriel’s Love Story 53. Leaving The Bookshop 54. Gabriel and Beelzebub 55. Crowley and Muriel 56. I Forgive You 57. Don’t Bother 58. The Biggest Decision 59. The End?

#good omens #gos2 #season 2 #GOS2Spoilers #good omens spoilers #music #s2 music #david g arnold #s2 soundtrack #wahoo!#shut up and take my money :D

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its-your-mind · 2 years

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“oh clearly jon feels no emotions and is in complete control of himself at all times. this man is a logic machine.”

did we??? listen to the same podcast?????? this man feels first, thinks later. there is a strong emotion? get ready for jonathan jarchivist sims to act on it with little-to-no second thoughts. rational thinking who. we throw ourselves full force at the first thought that comes into our head. like, we are talking about the man who:

busted into the office of a guy he hadn’t talked to more than twice since he woke up from a six month coma, sincerely offering to gouge out his eyes and run away with him, and was Absolutely Gobsmacked when he was refused

was prefectly ready to let a face-stealing monster live… right up until it reminded him that it had killed his friend without him realizing (that “…what did you say” is one of the lines that gives me GOOSEBUMPS every time)

dove headfirst into a pile of evil sentient worms to grab a tape recorder bc he was so determined to not die as aNOTHER GODDAMN MYSTERY

let his survivor’s guilt from when he was eight drive the major decisions he made for the rest of his life

threw himself into a fear dimension of evil loneliness to save the man he loved (who had refused to speak to him for months) at the probable expense of himself who knows

had so much MALICE in his voice when he killed peter lukas like damn girl you do not get that emotional when you’re just killing someone bc they’re evil or whatever. there was Hatred there. go off queen.

literally was willing to sacrifice an entire WORLD so that no one would ever f e e l what he had to feel when jonah voicesnatched him

LITERALLY speedran a love story in like six weeks in scotland. this man was SO READY to be in love it’s ridiculous. so was martin. I love them sm

heard his predecessor was dead

came to the conclusion that he was next

what should we do with this?

oh I know

stalk every one of my coworkers bc clearly one of them is out to get me

committed himself to living in the archives forever bc he didn’t want to put georgie or “god forbid the admiral” in danger (has his priorities STRAIGHT he does)

oh annabelle caine has martin? and an artifact that completely knocks me on my ass and takes away all my powers? off to hilltop road we go come on basira we have spider ass to kick

threw himself into a coffin to save a woman who LITERALLY was ABOUT TO KILL HIM bc he just wanted to HELP and everyone around him was HURTING SO MUCH

was insulted when a statement giver called the institute stupid and immediately discarded all professionalism and clapped back by calling her wildly successful youtube series dumb

also immediately discarded all professionalism when disgusted by a teeth apple “we do NOT want it.” like damn bro this traumatized doctor brought this bone apple teeth proof in for you and you are too grossed out to grin and bear it

was slightly annoyed by the fact that martin was not the Ideal Assistant. Offhandedly mentioned on an official recording that he wanted an evil flesh witch to slowly kill his literal employee by a series of freak accidents that resulted in the loss of one body part at a time. this man has no chill whatsoever.

took so much satisfaction in killing jonah magnus. like jonah told him not to be dramatic and jon PROMPTLY started monologuing while stabbing douchard directly in the chest.

“I don’t want to die”

“Neither did they.” FUCK YES QUEEN GO OFF GET HIS SMARMY VICTORIAN ASS

sounded so SMUG when he told the eye he was gonna go apologize to his boyfriend. like yeah stupid all-powerful fear god I have a BOYfriend and I LOVE him suck on THAT

remember when he decided to doom his whole world bc he wanted to stop anyone else from feeling like he did? yeah that plan went out the window fuckin imMEDIATely as soon as his beloved martin walked into the room. oh, he’s in the world I’m going to be dooming? well fuck didn’t consider that part. welp guess he’s just gonna have to stab me. and then we will hold each other and declare our love and kiss and hope to still be alive and together somehow as the world collapses around us. our love didn’t save us but it was here and that mattered. okay list cancelled I’m gonna go curl up in a ball for a little bit. ty for your time.

#jonathan sims #the archivist #tma #tma spoilers #the magnus archives #jonmartin #listen martin got a list of unhinged actions #now jon gets his own list of no thoughts head empty only vibes #balanced #as all things should be

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just-an-enby-lemon · 8 months

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I had the sudden realization that Elias whole discourse about watching but never interfering gets way more interesting with the knowledge that he already made the bet with Peter and is planning to drop Martin in the Lonely. With that in mind his recordied lesson for Jon about Barnabas becames:

"See Jon, when my boyfriend got trapped in the Lonely I let him stay there and suffer and perish because our job is to WATCH after it was done, of course, I entered the Lonely to pick his bones. Now you may call me a romantic but I still have them, they are here in my office, wanna see? *later* Anyway I think is time for a demonstration. PETER! *Peter sends Martin to the Lonely* So, Jon, what do we do now? I'll give you a him we wa-

*Jon alredy in the Lonely screaming MAHTIN like an insane person*

*Elias rolls his eyes* Not what I had in mind but that'll do.

*Jon pops back with Martin outside the Institute and they go straight to Scotland*

"It will fit my plans well. But holy shit Jon you're such a shitty Watcher."

*In a scotish safehouse Martin and Jon say "fuck you" to Jonah Magnus before kissing*

#tma #the magnus archieves #elias bouchard #jonah magnus #jimmy magma #fuck jonah magnus #all my homies hate jonah magnus #barnabas bennett #jarchivist #jon sims #martin blackwood #teaholding #jmart #tma spoilers #the magnus archieves spoilers

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almaprincess66 · 5 months

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Archivist!Sasha AU

Sasha James is a fully fledged Avatar of the Beholding, roaming the apocalips with her murdetous plus one Tim Stoker.

So that is the basic concept, right? Like end game couple TimSasha. But that is season 5 and we have to get there somehow, so here will I present my character ARCs

S1 Everything is relatively the same. The statement givers show up, Melanie is having a great time with Sasha, Martin start living in the archives and during the Prentiss attack Jon gets replaced by the Not!Them

S2 Things get sketchy. Like things are properly fucked up but it's sort of fine. They can feel that something is out of place but can't quite put their fingers on it. Not!Jon is messing with the statements and research materials given his libary background. Michael gives more help with figuring out stuff just because he actually likes Sasha. Helen gets abducted. Melanie questions on why did Jon got replaced by a whashed up white boy. Leitner gets murdered by Elias using some eye magic. Sasha is not on the run.

S3 Sasha is not wanted for murder so they have more time and more options. Sasha is not a paranoid mess so she and Tim put together what the heck is going on. They question Elias about Not!Jon and he confirms. After hearing this Martin basically skyrockets into the lonely. They start to prepare for the Unknowing and because Tim is there it's more smooth. Melanie somehow gets to the Institute. Basira leaves the police. Sasha realizes that the only way to get back at Elias and move him from his position is to do private investigations. Sahsa with Tim's and Melanie's help goes on the S3 interview of the monsters part. This get's her kidnapped by the Circus of The Other. Michael saves her and he does NOT turn into Helen or tries to kill Sasha. The America bit is the exact same. They find the bombs and make a similar try to stop the Unkowing as to the tape. They now have sectioned police help and a somewhat Lonely avatar on their side to take shit down. They succeed but Tim gets a heavy burning. Martin dies and Daisy gets into the coffin. Melanie calls the cops on Elias and gets him out of place.

S4 Sasha gets into the coma and turns into a full Avatar. Oliver Banks becomes the helping Avatar of the End. She goes back to work where everything is in chaos. Tim got marked by the Desolation during the Unknowing destruction. Sasha is a more accepting avatar and she gets experimenting real fast. She basically on week one helps Melanie to leave the institute for good. She gets Daisy out and puts her in the care of Basira. With Oliver's help them and Tim take out Peter Lucas. Anabelle shows up and offers a way to turn back Tim from his self destructive Desolation ways. The two of them together go to the place in Scotland where Gertrude set up the bounding ritual. There waits a statement for Sasha. The apocalyps start.

S5 TimSahsa go full kill bill on their way to get down Jonah Magnus. Like no mercy on anybody other than the kids from the Dark whom they adopt as an army against the other creatures that are also archivists.

This was a really long way of me putting down how emotional it would be if S5 JonMartin would stumble upon S5 TimSahsa and the two achivists would know but also wouldn't know each other because of the Not!Them.

#archivist sasha #tma #the magnus archives #the magnus archives pod #tma spoilers #sasha james #tim stoker #martin blackwood #martin k blackwood #jonathan sims #tma s5 #this was really fun #timsasha #jonmartin #like as a concept #i'm dying for this even trough it was like one whole scene I wrote this AU for #also Helen would not become Michael because irl Helen liked Jon but irl Helen would not like Sasha #and Micahel likes her already so there would be no reason or ability of Helen taking over Michael #that is a hill i will dy on

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fellfirst-fellharder-fight · 7 months

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Round 2: Fight 2

Jonathan "Jon" Sims/Martin K. Blackwood (The Magnus Archives) vs Xie Lian/Hua Cheng (Heaven Officials Blessing)

Propaganda under the cut!

Jonathan "Jon" Sims/Martin K. Blackwood (The Magnus Archives):

they're so silly!!!!!!!! they have ruined my life with their silliness. can't believe martin spent 4 seasons pining on this pathetic little man.

martin has has a crush on Jon since about the start of the series,and when he notices that Jon is having trouble due to the horrors,he tries his best to help him out we are only sure that Jon fell in love after Martin did,but it is fairly accepted in the fandom that jon had Fallin in love with Martin at around season 3-4(?) mostly due to the point that Jon was the one to ask Martin to gouge his own eyes with him so that they would both be safe from the horrors,and it is presumably Jon that was able to acquire Daisy's safehouse (a lovely home in Scotland) and was able to convince martin to run away to a different country with him(they lived in London) not to mention that at the end of the series,Jon had decided to use himself to try to slow the apocalypse down to make it barable,but the moment martin was in danger due to that mistake,Jon switches gears and sacredixes himself,the world,and martin,just so he wouldn't have to be alone during the apocalypse if that isn't fell first,fell harder,idk what is!!

martins canonically got feelings for jon since at least the late second season, and aside from a few moments of jealousy and his very obvious doting, he manages to be pretty normal about it. jon realises he has feelings for martin and he literally never shuts up about him. finds any excuse to talk to the man despite martin (at this point) trying to cut himself off from everyone. 'hey martin this woman neither of us care about that actively tried to kill me once is in danger do you think i should save her' as if he has an opinion? and then theres of course the wonderful 'lets gouge out our eyes and run away together 💖' love confession of the century. when they do start dating jon wont stop saying 'my boyfriend 💞💞💞' with the most lovesick and proud voice

im sure you're gonna get so many submissions for them but to summarize: Martin is the one who started writing love poetry all the way back in S1 but Jon is the one who suggested they both BLIND THEMSELVES AND RUN AWAY TOGETHER in S4

Xie Lian/Hua Cheng (Heaven Officials Blessing):

Hua cheng literally fell of a building and Xie lian caught him and has been silently ping for him for thousands of years like, making statues of him, following him around in disguise, wearing a string on his finger to mimic the hair that xie lian put there once. And Xie lian once he figures it out is willing to disobey heavens direct orders to smooch Hua cheng even though he was explicitly told that Hua cheng was dangerous and not to be associated with. They make me crazy insane. Ndheuaisbdudhdjdi

#tournament bracket #tumblr polls #tumblr tournament #poll tournament #tournament poll #tumblr tourney #polls #fellfirst fellharder fight #jonmartin #jmart #tma jmart #tma jonmartin #tma #the magnus archives #hualian #tgcf #mxtx tgcf #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing

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cel-estria · 10 months

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I finished my first listen through of the Magnus Archives. To celebrate it, I'm going to write my favorite jmart head cannons:

- Jon is a short tiny man.

- Martin is a soft tall boy.

- Jon has 0 sense of style. His style is whatever clothing he scavenges from other people. Non of it matches. Martin loves this.

- Jon can't cook.

- they lived the cottage core dream in Scotland.

- Jon loves that Martin talks back to him. He loves the growth that he's made...even if it leads to bickering.

- Martin gives the best hugs. Jon indulges when he can.

- Jon wanted to cut his hair once. Martin felt his heart break a little.

There's more but I'm a mess and ugly crying. Jonny Sims if you see this I hate you (affectionately) and I commend your writing. That was beautiful and twisted.

#non book stuff #my nonsense #the magnus archives #tma #tma headcanons #jmart #tma jmart #jonny sims #jon sims

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dancingacrossthemilkyway · 9 months

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Safehouse era :) Jmart, one of them burned their finger tips on a too hot cup of tea; when they’re holding hands and one just brings them up to their lips and places a kiss on their fingers

Jon really should’ve known better. It’s not that he’s helpless or anything, and he’s certainly made his own tea in the past - but he hasn’t ever dealt with a full metal teapot.

He’s not stupid. He is, in fact, really rather intelligent - even without the random, usually useless tidbits Beholding likes to drop in his mind. Which is why he is so ashamed that he did this. The teapot is old; he half believes it came with the house when Daisy purchased it so long ago. It’s old, and it’s full metal.

The stove is also old, and more temperamental. It gets hotter than it should (he only knows this because Martin’s complained frequently). He didn’t account for that, or the fact that the teapot is all metal. Of course it was hot when he picked it up. Metal conducts heat very well, and it didn’t even cross his mind that Martin keeps a potholder nearby for a reason.

Just once - this one time - he thought he’d make tea for them in the morning. To be sweet. Martin’s done so much for them since they came to Scotland, and Jon’s been feeling lately like he’s doing more taking than giving. So. Tea. A good place to start, right?

The moment his fingers grasp the scalding metal handle he yelps, yanking his hand away and staring at the angry blisters beginning to form. Because it’s his luck, they’re on his previously unburnt hand, so he can feel the burn in all of its glorious agony.

“Jon?” Martin calls out sleepily, wandering into the kitchen with a yawn. “What’s going o- Jon!” All drowsiness vanishes as he sees Jon hovering by the stove guiltily, holding the wrist of his hand with his face screwed up in pain. “Oh my god - what, I, how-”

“I thought… I’d… make… tea?” Jon says, his attempt at a smile turning more into a wince when Martin crosses the space between them. “I, erm…”

Martin sighs, then reaches over to turn off the stove as the kettle continues to whistle angrily. “Oh, Jon.” It really shouldn’t sound so fond when Martin’s clearly exasperated too, and yet. “Just - under the water, please.”

Naturally. Jon turns on the cold tap and slips his fingers under it, chewing on his lip. Martin disappears for a moment, returning with a first aid kit and pulling out a small packet of burn cream. “You forgot about how hot it gets, didn’t you.” It isn’t a question nor an accusation, and thankfully doesn’t trigger any guilt in Jon. “You’re sweet.”

“I’m not certain ‘sweet’ is the best word to describe me at the moment,” Jon replies wryly, staring at his cooling fingers as the water rushes over them. “I can certainly think of many more fitting descriptors.”

Martin moves to stand beside him. “I think I’ll stick with ‘sweet’ for now.” Shutting off the tap, he gently grasps Jon’s wrist and brings his hand up to his mouth, placing a soft kiss on the back of each burned finger. “At least this burn was from trying to make tea instead of, you know, shaking the hand of a Desolation avatar.”

Jon scoffs and rolls his eyes, but ends up giving Martin the ghost of a smile anyway. “Yes, yes, point made.”

Raising an eyebrow, Martin places one final kiss on the back of Jon’s hand. “Is it?” he asks in amusement, then points to the table. “Go put the cream on. I’ll finish the tea.”

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Prompt list

#tma #the magnus archives #martin blackwood #jonathan sims #jmart #jon sims #milkywaywriting

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suspiciousasphalt · 3 months

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wake up babe, new Jon/Gerry/Tim WIP dropped

(I haven’t abandoned my jongerry wip, it’s just been postponed for a bit because this story idea has GRABBED MY BY THE THROAT)

he/they/she pronouns for Jon

he/him pronouns for Tim

and they/them for Gerry

Even at his best, Jon could never handle the cold. It reminded him of the worst times in his life; the bitter wind chill leaving his mother’s funeral, that same wind one day when he was 8 years old, the frigid ache of being left behind, and a particularly awful breakup that ended with them with a door slammed in his face at 3am and walking home in the rain.

So, on this particular night, Jon was wrapped in about 10 blankets with the heat on blast.

When the phone rang. the call had almost gone to voicemail by the time they dug themself out of the blankets.

“Martin? Is everything okay?” Martin was on vacation, visiting his great aunt in Scotland. They had texted pretty consistently since Martin had left, but calling was rare for them- even in emergencies.

“I’m fine. But my idiot boyfriend went out with his friends and got so smashed he called me to ask to give him a ride home.” Jon snorts a bit, then sighs. From what he knows about Mike and what he’s heard about Mike’s friends, that's perfectly in character; however, it does mean that Martin is probably about to ask him to go pick him up for him.

“You want me to pick him up don’t you?” Martin sighs with relief.

“Would you please? I wouldn’t ask but all our other friends are either dead asleep or with Mike and just as drunk as he is, and I reaaaallly don’t want any of them trying to drive eachother home.”

“And you know I’m an insomniac and despise pubs and the like,” Jon sighs, and takes a moment to grieve his mound of blankets before giving in, “Do they all need rides too?”

“No, Tim’s brother is going to come pick the rest of them up, but we’re the farthest away and in the wrong direction. Thank you so much Jon. If you can’t go then I’m sure-”

“No, no. I’ll get him. Text me his location? I know you guys have that find my thingy.”

“Thank you thank you thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry about it. Just don’t die on your way back next week and I’ll call it even. I’m honestly surprised your boyfriend hasn’t shot me through the Vast yet.”

“Alright deal,” Martin laughs, “Text me when you guys get home safe?”

“Don’t worry. We’ll be fine,” Jon says, trying to jam her boots onto their feet, “But yes, I’ll text you. Bye.”

“Bye Jon! Thank you again!” And with that, Jon tugs on their thickest coat and grabs their keys.

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Jon parks the car in the cramped “customers only” parking lot. She takes a moment to brace for the cold, and opens the door. It’s raining lightly, adding to his misery. They go to the door, where Mike is supposed to be waiting for him. He sees Mike’s choppy hair (the electric blue makes him almost obnoxiously easy to spot) and sighs in relief.

“Okay Mike, let’s go. Before Martin calls me panicking cuz I haven’t texted him yet.”

“Jon?” It isn’t Mike that responds, like Jon was expecting, but the voice is very familiar.

“Tim?” Jon blinks, then notices who’s standing next to Tim, “Gerry?”

“Jon?” The three of them stare at each other for a moment. Even Tim and Gerry glace at each other in confusion. Tim opens his mouth to say something, but is interrupted by a car honking and someone yelling his name.

“Be right there Danny!” he yells back, and turns back to Jon, but she’s already grabbing Mike’s arm and speed walking in the other direction.

“Hey! Ow ow owwww, jerk!” Mike slurs as Jon pulls him around the corner at the end of the block.

“Shhhhhhhh” Jon whispers. They stand there in silence for a few minutes as Mike rubs his wrist and glares at Jon. Then, she peaks her head around the corner.

“Do you think they’ve left yet?”

“Who?”

“Tim and Gerry!”

“I mean probably. Why?”

“Because we’re parked in the other direction.”

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just to set the scene: this is an au, the Fears are still a thing but in more of a “urban fantasy/“secret world”” kind of way than a “awful truth about the universe/ metaphor for capitalism” type of way.

what’s the deal with jon, tim, and gerry?

you’ll have to find out ;)

#tma #jontimgery #jontim #jongerry #gerrytim #gerry keay #jon sims #tim stoker #gerard keay #jonathan sims #timothy stoker #tma au #wip wednesday

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lycanlovingvampyre · 1 year

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MAG 160 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: head empty, only eyepocalypse...

Yeah, The Eye Opens doesn't sound so good... Neither does the ominous slightly different version of the Institute’s motto...

MARTIN: "I still don’t think we should have brought it." JON: "Oh, it’s better than no warning at all." Hmmm, I think one would have just turned up. Like on the ship to Norway.

JON: "Yeah, well, it technically still belongs to Daisy, so – (small exhale) I’m just glad it’s not some sort of kill room." MARTIN: "Or – (pause for a huffed laugh) Or it is, and she just cleaned it up really well." JON: (small exhale) "Yes." MARTIN: "Are we? – Are we… safe here?" JON: (sigh) "Safe as anywhere. If Elias wanted to find us, I imagine he could, but – I doubt the police will be able to. If nothing else, I’m hoping there’d be some – jurisdiction complications, in Scotland?" I always love how there just happens to be a conversation that tells us where they are (or what object this is about etc.)

MARTIN: "And if she does?" JON: (exhale) "Well. At least we’ll know where she is." And here's the information that we lost Daisy :( Gone full Hunt.

JON: (teasing) "Anyways, don’t tell me the phonebox down there doesn’t appeal to your retro aesthetic." MARTIN: "It – might. Maybe." Ahhhh, the teasing!!!

MARTIN: "You’ll be okay here?" JON: "I’ll be fine." It's so soft...

MARTIN: "I mean, they’ve finished all the interviews? Apparently they’re calling it a 'terror attack.'" From what Basira said in MAG 158 ("From what I saw they’ve been toying with the rest of the Institute, but it won’t be long until they’re all dead or escaped.") I'd call that a proper killing spree.

MARTIN: "And she wasn’t sure which ones you’ve read already, so she, she just said she’d send a bunch." JON: ""There – There are tapes in here, as well. D-Did she say anything about tapes?" MARTIN: "She didn’t mention it? – But I didn’t check it until after the call." Do you know how long it took me to realize these are not the statements Basira sent xD I thought Elias smuggled his statement to the obvious stack of statements in the Archives and Basira grabbed it with the others and sent that... Yeah, it does make a lot more sense for Elias to simply watch Basira and then express-mail his own welcome-back package.

MARTIN: "– I will give you some privacy. Go for a walk." JON: (exhale) "Let me know if you see any good cows." MARTIN: "Obviously I’m going to tell you if I see any good cows." Famous last words... Love how it sounds there has been something going on with them defining "good cows". Already told this little story in the tags of one of the MAG 160 art reblogs: last year my spouse said they're going for a walk and I know there's a route past a field of highland cattle. So I asked them where they're going and it was this exact route! Of course I asked them to tell me if they see any good cows xD The world didn't end and I got a photo of highland cows!

Overall impression of these two scenes: Their conversations are so normal... They really are okay here. At least, how far we can tell from what little we have. I'm sure I already said this in one of my relisten posts, I think it's really good for the fandom to have so little. Yeah, of course I would have loved more fluff, but by keeping this so short, there's sooo much we fans can imagine happening here. TMA has a lot of this, referencing vaguely what happened, but keeping it open for us to explore that. This is actually also very good for the horrors in the show. It’s a genre I respond very well to. Keeping it vague, let my mind do the rest. Fucking love this shit.

JON: "Right. Statement of Hazel Rutter regarding a fire in her childhood home. Original statement given August 9th, 1992." OMG, I remember exactly, what my reaction to this was. I was like "What bullshit statement for a season finale is that supposed to be???"

JON: "Hello, Jon. Apologies for the deception, but I wanted to make sure you started reading, so I thought it best not to announce myself." And then I was "Oh SHIT!" Also, I always forget it's Jon reading this statement because Jonny's impression of Ben's Elias is sooo good! So this is Jonny pretending to be Ben pretending to be Elias by copying Jonny pretending to be Jon, all while still pretending to be Jon... I hope that makes sense... Also I used this sentence one time for a friend! She doesn't really like horror because she's easily scared, but she did listen to all of TMA for me. And I had a very cool and really creepy nightmare which just happened to include one of my cats and I wanted to tell her what happened in this nightmare. But it was also almost midnight and I knew she just wouldn't read my text if she immediately had recognized it as a nightmare. So I started to retell it by focusing on my cat only to hit her with the creepy stuff in the last sentence. She texted me "I hate u" back xD and a week later we talked about this via Twitch chat during a stream of our friend’s and she was like "I thought it was a cute cat dream!" and I answered "Yeah, I knew you would stop reading if it would have been too obvious... Hello *friend's name*. Apologies for the deception but I wanted to make sure you started reading..." We both laughed so much xD

So uh, I already made a post about this once, but I'm putting that thought in here again. The case numbers of the statements are always in the episode descriptions (here 0181810 - a palindrome!!! - 18th October 2018). These case numbers always refer to the date the statement was first given, either written or recorded directly. This is a written statement, so teeeeeechnically 18th October was the day Jonah wrote this statement, and not the day Jon read it. I do think this one episode is an exception of this rule, but hear me out for a moment: If 18th October was only the day Jonah wrote this, this could mean for Jmart to have more time for their Scottish honeymoon!!!

"but that you would quite willingly doom that world and confine the billions in it to an eternity of terror and suffering, all to ensure your own happiness" Capitalism is the real enemy!

"I once asked her what drove her, what had started her down that path. She told me the Desolation had killed her cat." Understandable, have a nice day! (Gertrude is John Wick...)

"You see, the thing about the Fears is that they can never be truly separated from each other. When does the fear of sudden violence transition into the fear of hunted prey? When does the mask of the Stranger become the deception of the Spiral?" Yeeees, like colors! They're all part of the same light! I love how everything that seemed like a plot hole in TMA actually has an explanation!

"It does tickle me, that in this world of would-be occult dynasties and ageless monsters, the Chosen One is simply that – someone I chose. It’s not in your blood, or your soul, or your destiny. It’s just in your own, rotten luck." And in the next few sentences he'll say "Oh wow, that one is marked by the Spider! Must be their blessing to send me someone already with that destiny!"...

"How is Martin, by the way? He looks well. You will keep an eye on him when all this is over, won’t you? He’s earned that." Jonah!Elias ships them XD

"And there, I think, we are brought just about up to date." I have listened to the episode starting this sentence soooo many times!

Ahhh, the soundscaping during the incantation is so good!

JON: (still distorted, with shaking laughter/tears) "Look at the sky, Martin. Look at the sky. It’s looking back." [AND NOW HE DOES BEGIN TO LAUGH IN EARNEST. IT’S NOT A LAUGH WE’VE HEARD ON HIM BEFORE; NOT A SHORT, CLIPPED LAUGH; NOT A SURPRISE BURST OF GENUINE HILARITY. THIS LAUGH SEEMS AFRAID, AND YET COLD. IT’S REMINISCENT OF ELIAS’S VILLAINOUS LAUGH, BUT IS TINGED MORE WITH FEAR THAN SATISFACTION.] [HE DOES NOT STOP LAUGHING.] That was it. I thought now he lost it. Completely. I was asking myself if he could pull it together next season, or if he'll be full crazy monster. And I totally felt that shock of “Oh no, this really happened. Everything is ruined. How can this progress? How can this every be undone??” I really, reaaally felt Jon and Martin’s (mostly Martin’s perhaps) emotions there at the end...

A few random thoughts at the end here, while I don't remember my surroundings listening to this episode. I remember being in the bedroom at the end of this episode. Like specifically that thought of Jon "going crazy".

I think it's funny how MAG 160 fanart is either super sweet Jmart or total devastation of the world ending. And memes. Lot’s of memes.

Fun fact: My father in law finished S4 today as well!!! He never struck me to be a person who'd be doing a relisten, which I found a bit sad because there is so much to discover in a relisten. BUT he said he's thinking about doing a relisten right now already xD This episode is always my most anticipated one when wanting friends and family live-blog their experience to me xD

@a-mag-a-day

#a-mag-a-day #mag 165 #tma #tma spoilers #I will shut up now I promise I'm going to bed...#thanks for that fun day on tumblr!

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Hi!! The angsty gardening jmart fic, as promised! I'd love to hear any feedback you've got! (also I am incapable of writing plain angst, I have to give mine at least hopeful endings so I don't like cry myself to sleep lol) Here you go!

The hyacinths are flowering well this year.

Jon practises this over and over in his head, tossing and turning the syllables between his teeth. It is the truth. He likes that it is the truth. The truth is biteable, it goes down his throat and settles into his stomach. It does nothing to ease the ache of hunger but it is there. The hyacinths are the only thing flowering well this year - the rest had withered into the dirt, heads bowed in what seemed like shame. Jon knows it’s not that. It’s more like they had curled in on themselves, tight with pain. He doesn’t know how he knows this. The only truth is this - the hyacinths are flowering well this year.

He’s not thinking about everything that happened. Everything That Happened is just that - a capitalised, half-formed phrase that hangs in the stale safehouse air. It sags, making it sometimes very hard to breathe. So Jon gets his oxygen from outside in the garden. His hands are busy in the dirt, smooth repetitive movements of digging, pruning, watering. Gardening was never something accessible to him before. A London flat doesn’t exactly have the materials and it had just never crossed his mind. He revels in his lack of skill. It means that he can try and fail and try again. Not like with words, no, those were pushed out and they stumbled as they arrived prematurely into the cold air. They caused Martin’s face to scrunch up in hurt or in gentle mirth and Jon wasn’t sure which one felt worse. The guilt is encapsulated in the Everything. Martin had been saved from the Lonely only to be plunged back into a different type of gloom. An almost man-made one. They exchange cups of tea and glances and pick at the half-formed phrases, unsure where or even how to start. Jon wishes he can be More for him. Part of him knows that this is all he can be.

Martin finds him in the garden, deep in thoughts and mud. The dirt is gratifying, cooling on his skin and almost alive. There’s worms, water, minerals and he has had all of those things inside him at some point. He feels almost alive. Almost human. He is yet to encounter a spider. This seems unusual, but with Martin’s help they spent a whole afternoon spraying the garden with spider repellant they had found in a nearby farm shop. It was Martin’s idea. He even paid for it, all of which left Jon feeling slightly dizzy, standing beside him in the middle of rural Scotland.]

He is currently standing behind him. Quiet, watching. This is usual, a clear, simple tone that settles like snow. There should be snow. But there isn’t and Jon knows this because the hyacinths are flowering well this year. He picks at the dirt under his fingernails, having placed down the shovel. He’s waiting for Martin to announce himself. Martin knows that Jon knows that he is there. Jon appreciates Martin’s pretence. Jon appreciates Martin.

“The hyacinths are flowering well this year.”

It comes out robotic, not at all like he rehearsed. The emphasis is all wrong and Martin deserves good emphasis. He deserves well flowered hyacinths.

“I see.”

He is soft, in his knobbly sweater and his words and he is trying to help. All he has done since they had arrived in Scotland is try to help. Jon doesn’t want softness. He wants Martin to hate him, he knows that Martin should hate him. All Martin does is see, vision glazing at the edges with fogged up glasses and quiet offers of morning tea. Jon hasn’t planned for Martin to stay this long. There’s no other words revolving around his mouth. Martin is full of words in a restrained buzzing and Jon thinks that this is wrong. Dams should break. Snow should fall. Silence should lift.

“Jon, I-”

“None of the others have done well this year.”

“The, the what?”

“The plants. The gladiolus and other black eyed susans and the others. They’re all gone.”

“Oh.”

Martin takes a second to survey the garden. It is derelict, one step away from barren, the rotting fences doing nothing to actually fence anything in or out and the soil is greying at the edges, hardened in patches and utterly unbearable. His hands are sore with welts, from working himself to the bone, in a more literal sense than he’d like, blood weeping into the soil from freshly open cuts but the soil doesn't want blood. The sweet pea and the cyclamens didn't want blood. There is nothing here to be deserved. Apart from the hyacinths. Martin sees this garden. Martin sees Jon’s garden. He takes a breath before he speaks and Jon can feel the Truth sitting dull in his stomach, another breath away from clawing it out of his throat.

“Jon, are you ok?”

The question has too many answers. The Everything that Happened has been bitten and Jon has never been good with eating. (Martin brings him soup on the days his stomach feels full of eels. Jon doesn’t know where he gets the soup from. Jon doesn’t want to know.) Decision paralysis is what he wants to call it. He likes naming things, categorising things, he likes knowing. He hates that he likes knowing. Paralysis gives way to fatigue which gives way to an overwhelming urge to cry. Fat droplets roll off his face, into the soil he is still standing in. Minerals taken from him, added to the earth. He stops feeling almost human.

Martin won’t have that. He strides over and takes Jon in his arms. It anchors him, holding him to the earth below and to the skin above and Jon thinks he could stay like this forever. His tears have become sniffles and he’s leaking snot onto Martin’s jumper but he doesn’t want him dead, he’s not full of hatred, he’s not angry, he’s just - Martin. He releases him and Jon immediately hates this. He settles for a hand on his arm. It sits there pleasantly, not burning or setting off fireworks in his stomach. Just a hand that’s slightly on the colder side, with callouses and soft fingers.

“The hyacinths have flowered well this year.”

Jon jerks his head up to finally look at Martin’s face. He is also crying, tears glistening, caught on the edge of his glasses and his face is full of something akin to relief. Jon almost hates himself for causing him such pain that could warrant such relief. Instead, he takes his dirt crusted hand and places it on Martin’s cheek. He rubs into it, creating mud from the mixture of tears and soil. He looks beautiful. Jon wants to tell him, but Martin beats him to it -

“When the others flower, you’ll come to me?”

Jon nods, shakily. He couldn’t save the thyme and the southernwood and the windflower and the petunias. He couldn’t save Sasha or Tim or Daisy or Basira. But maybe he could grow a garden. Maybe he wasn’t rotting inside and maybe the spiders won’t be back tomorrow and maybe Martin will stay a little longer and they can sit and garden together. He might still be Lonely and Jon might still want to Know but maybe the hyacinths will wither.

Maybe Something Else will bloom.

I hope you enjoyed it and I'd love to hear your thoughts!! Your flower ideas helped so much honestly and it was so much fun writing this :)

God fucking damn. This was so beautiful, really genuinely.

I loved the following parts enough to quote them:

"All he has done since they had arrived in Scotland is try to help. Jon doesn’t want softness. He wants Martin to hate him, he knows that Martin should hate him." Because this is really fucking painful, the knowledge that Jon has that Martin is not doing great and he doesn't even get to be angry at things anymore."

"Martin had been saved from the Lonely only to be plunged back into a different type of gloom. An almost man-made one. They exchange cups of tea and glances and pick at the half-formed phrases, unsure where or even how to start. Jon wishes he can be More for him. Part of him knows that this is all he can be. " So fucking painful, again, you really captured the angst so well like. What do you do when the man you have loved for so long comes back to you a ghost of himself? How do you get him to love you fully again? Can he, really? Can he even love himself anymore? Jon wants him to love himself and to love him but there is so much unsaid between them and I AGGHHHHHH. It gives so much damage.

The flowers work so beautifully in this concept of Jon trying his best to save innocent things where he couldn't save innocent people.

AND ALSO THAT LAST LINE WAS INSANE!!! I LOVE IT!!! ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT!!!

#jmart #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #fic recs #everyone please read and reblog and like and ENJOYY!!!

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princess-of-purple-prose · 2 years

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For Day 7 of @jongerryweek: Alternate Universe

In a Scottish safehouse, Gerry Keay settles in to listen to the Archivist read his first statement since the three of them—Martin, Jon, and the supernaturally bound Gerry—came to Scotland.

It doesn’t go well.

Inspired by this post. Read on ao3!

“Sap.”

It takes a full four seconds for Jon to respond, glued as his gaze is to the retreating back of his boyfriend. Good thing, too, because when his eyes do snap away, Jon doesn’t take his usual care to keep his voice low.

“Shut up,” he snaps, cheeks already darkening, but his glare doesn’t really have that same effect when that blush definitely reads more besotted loverboy than it does angry Archivist. He glances back quickly at the hallway, and when it’s clear Martin’s out of earshot, he pouts—actually pouts—at Gerry. It’d be cute if it weren’t disgusting. And if Gerry hadn’t been privy to a million tooth-rotting moments before this one.

Is this infinitely preferable to when Gerry was Jon’s sole audience for every infatuated daydream about his beloved? Yes. Could Gerry do without being a voyeur to every smitten glance across the room? Also yes. He’s had quite enough of watching, thanks.

But forget that, because he has a very important question to ask. Again.

“So, are you planning on telling Martin about our little situation? Like, ever?” Jon’s mouth does that funny thing it does when he wants to say something but doesn’t know what. Gerry raises his eyebrows, trying to look unimpressed, but he’s not sure of how good a job he does at hiding his amusement. Gertrude might have been a hell of a lot more effective than the guy sitting in front of him, but you’d never get shit like this with her. Say what you will about Jonathan Sims, but the guy really knows how to liven up an afterlife. “Well?”

“Yes!” Jon bunches up his shoulders before deflating. “Yes, of course I will. It’s just, we’re still settling in, and there’s still a lot to, uh, go over, I guess, before we get to I’m being haunted by a goth by the name of Gerry Keay, yes, that one, and—”

Gerry nods sagely. “And Martin is the jealous type. Yup, gotcha. Take your time.”

“What?” Jon actually looks confused. “No, he—where did you even get that idea from?” Gerry snorts. Jon frowns.

“Seriously?” Jon’s frown upgrades to a scowl. He raises his hands placatingly. “Alright, fine, I was joking! You know your boyfriend best; I’m just a dead freeloader who’s been forced to watch every single interaction you guys have had in the last year, what do I know.” Jon keeps glaring, but Gerry is kind of the king of waiting things out now, so he just arches an eyebrow and smirks. Jon, looking very unimpressed, drops it with a sigh and heads to his chair, statements in hand.

It’s obvious that Jon has been waiting for this even more than he’d let on from how quickly he situates himself at the desk which Gerry’s still kind of surprised about being up here in this unused little attic space. He could almost be back in his office in the Archives, with that laser focus fixed on the papers stacked before him and impatient hunger shadowing the lines of his face.

Jon’s fingers skim over the papers he’d taken at random, but his shuffling doesn’t fool Gerry; he separates a few pages from the pile without even looking at them, an easy sureness in his selection. Must be a juicy one, Gerry thinks, and then immediately regrets his choice of words. Jon’s statement hunger has only recently started setting in since they arrived here, but it’s obvious it’s weighed on him in more ways than one.

Gerry’s pretty sure he’s been forgotten for the siren song of some poor bastard’s trauma, but right as he’s testing leaning against the door (something he’s had mixed success with), Jon gives a little twitch of the head and lifts his gaze.

“Ah, Gerry—are you staying for this one?”

Gerry pulls a face. He should leave the room, probably. It’s not like it’s ever a fun time listening to baby’s first Entity encounter, and Jon can’t even do his fun little monologues at the end all the way out here, so far from the Institute’s resources. Unless he Knows some things about the case, he guesses, but that seems like it has more potential for harm than good anyway. And neither of them are usually all that keen on having Gerry listen to the statements, honestly. But…

“I’ll sit in for it, sure,” he finally shrugs. With the cabin empty, there isn’t much else to do. And even with its thick walls, he gets the feeling that he’d feel the echo of the statement following him if he tried leaving. He thinks for a second of the familiar sound of Gertrude droning in another room and the way that her voice had a habit of reaching you even where it shouldn’t, like the smell of cigarette smoke drifting through a closed door.

Jon raises his eyebrows but nods, attention already turning away as he flicks up the papers and gives them a sharp tap. Gerry settles in against the door—leaning while standing doesn’t work, but sitting cross-legged does. Wonders truly never cease. He closes his eyes firmly as Jon’s smooth baritone starts up, because pettiness is all he doesn’t live for, and relaxes back into the wall. He’d never admit it, but Jon’s voice has its own odd comfort to it by now, no matter what horrible things he uses it to say things with. Familiarity breeds comfort and all that. Shit, no, that’s contempt. Anyway.

“Statement of Hazel Rutter, regarding…” Ooh, classic Desolation, Gerry thinks, almost opening his eyes out of interest before he remembers himself. Unless it isn’t, but he bets himself two withheld snarky comments around Martin that it will be. Pretty predictable, that lot.

He tunes back into the statement, almost perversely curious to see if this was something that happened in Ms. Rutter’s actual childhood or if there’s, like, a last will and testament involved, but the little introductory spiel statement givers seem so fond of giving… doesn’t happen.

Hello, Jon.

He opens his eyes.

“Jon?”

Jon doesn’t look up. Okay, fine, he should’ve expected that—recorded statements cast a spell over more than just the listener, after all. But Jon’s hands are trembling despite their death grip on the paper. They never do that. Statement givers don’t usually address the Archivist by name, either.

Most worrying of all, though, is that Gerry can feel static in his teeth.

Turns out even the veil of death isn’t thick enough to escape the Archivist’s static, so he’s gotten used to it again in the last few months. The thrum of power that accompanies the reading of a statement isn’t that strong, but it’s unmistakable, and it’s never borne down upon him with such weight, dead or alive.

Apologies for the deception, but I wanted to make sure you started reading, so I thought it best not to announce myself.

Gerry doesn’t get to his feet so much as he finds himself upright and hovering just off the ground without any in-between. If he had a functioning heart, he thinks it’d be jackhammering right now. He recognizes the voice Jon is using right now, though it takes him a second to actually place it.

“Jon?” He doesn’t mean to say it that time.

I’m assuming you’re alone; you always did prefer to read your statements in private.

It’s almost insulting to hear the presumption in Elias’ voice. Then again, for all the use Gerry is right now, he might as well be. He watches as one of Jon’s hands uncurls from the paper, the simple motion looking like it cost him an unspeakable amount of effort. It jerks in a quick, ugly motion, nothing at all like the wing-like flutters Gerry’s borne witness to on a few occasions. Then it goes back to clenching the edges of those papers like Jon’s life depends on it. He still won’t look up.

I wouldn’t try too hard to stop reading; there’s every likelihood you’ll just hurt yourself.

Gerry’s seen Jon record enough statements to know how it should go by now. His face doesn’t slacken, exactly, but it often takes on a shadow of the emotions he’s reading out as his voice changes entirely. The tension in his shoulders releases only to rewind for the climax of the statement. That’s about as far as Gerry looks. (He never looks very closely at Jon’s eyes when he reads. He has no interest in seeing what is or isn’t there while he does.)

So just listen.

Gerry’s looking now, desperately searching Jon’s face for anything that would explain where this is going, why the static in the room is only rising. Jon’s eyes seem lucid, which only worsens the fact of the terror flooding every line in his face. Gerry’s seen a lot of horrifying things, but the sight of Jon looking like he’s doing his best to choke on his own tongue and failing is… It’s not good.

Now, shall we turn the page and try again?

It feels like Gerry’s frozen in the seconds it takes for Jon—not Jon? Possessed Jon? Fucking Elias “Magnus” Bouchard?—to turn the page. Jon, for his part, is trembling like an earthquake’s started up and he’s the epicenter.

Statement of Jonah Magnus regarding Jonathan Sims, The Archivist.

Oh, no.

Statement begins.

Oh god.

There’s a sound like a thunderclap, but Gerry can’t tear his eyes from Jon’s shaking form. His face is still twitching with the failed effort to stop speaking, but his voice carries smoothly despite the struggle playing out across his face in a way Gerry didn’t even know was possible.

He doesn’t have veins, but Gerry can feel adrenaline pounding through them anyway, harmonizing with the rhythm of the statement and the pain that sings through his insubstantial bones. Gerry’s hands are shaking—another relic of living he’d been happy to forget. The static ratchets higher, fuzzing his hearing and sharpening his vision, and all of it emanates from the bony, quaking man before him.

Something funny is happening to Jon’s features. Like he’s being limned in light from the inside; like he’s something other than human. But the fear on Jon’s face is unmistakable. He doesn’t look possessed. He just looks like Jon.

Gerry doesn’t want to get any closer to Jon. He really, really doesn’t. But hell, he’s spent his whole life and then some doing things he didn’t want to. What’s an intervention in a ritual to end the world between friends?

As it turns out, literally nothing.

Gerry’s pretty familiar with bad jokes. He could write the book on cruel irony. He is the book on cruel irony. So he can say, with authority, that this is the worst joke he has ever seen. His hands go right through the paper no matter how many times he tries ripping it out of Jon’s hands, and he curses his stupid translucent fingers and the stupid tattoos on them that don’t seem to care to help him here.

Gerry has spent a long, long time swamped in a rage so sorrowful it tastes bitter. Now he feels it more intimately than he has in all the months since Jon’s return. He’s worse than useless like this. He’s barely a person; he’s barely a presence. He can’t tear the papers out of Jon’s hands or clap his hands over Jon’s mouth or eyes to stop him from reading. He can’t even run out the door to find Martin and beg him to stop this train from derailing. He doesn’t even think Jon can hear him.

Gerry wishes, distantly, that he’d paid more attention to Gertrude’s obscure hints about knowing how to stop the Watcher’s Crown. Then again, he doesn’t think even she could have foreseen this exact scenario.

In the end, all Gerry can do is back away from the desk and float, enraptured as surely as Jon. The statement is a hook through his own throat, and it feels like the oxygen which has been meaningless to him for so long is igniting in it. It’s almost like being back in the book; time is a haze, and so is Gerry.

The thing that jolts Gerry out of it, horribly, is the tears. Jon’s voice has fully settled into the statement, and Gerry is doing his very best to avoid looking at his face. But somehow the trembling drop of water catches on some last glint of light in the darkening room, and Gerry’s whole being arrests at seeing it fall from Jon’s chin.

Gerry was at Jon’s side when he thought the Circus would skin him alive. Throughout and till the end of an interminable hospital stay from hell. When he’d climbed into a Coffin without expecting to walk back out. When he died.

He’s never seen Jon look so scared.

For an absurd second, Gerry wonders if the mere fact of Jon’s tears could save them, in a twist of something like irony or poetry, but it doesn’t work. Of course it doesn’t. Tears keep sliding down Jon’s face, and still, he keeps. Reading.

Gerry can’t sink back into that daze after that, and he doesn’t do Jon the disservice of trying to. He lets the dread and grief and fear flood like icewater in his non-lungs, and along with Jon, he learns of puppet strings and men playing at god. He learns it’s possible to hate Gertrude Robinson more than he already does. He learns the world doesn’t stop finding ways to kill you, just gets more inventive with them, and he thinks he might cry too, if the ability was left to him.

The tears don’t save them, but they signal some kind of ending all the same. Jon’s voice goes low and victorious, and the statement crescendos. The static reaches a vibrating, soul-shaking peak, and Jon looks holy and sainted and heartbreakingly, horrifyingly human. And Gerry is—something is happening to Gerry. There’s a pressure, one like nothing he’s ever known. Like he’s so deep underwater he can’t see the surface, or like lightning has struck right next to him. Gerry gasps for air before remembering he can’t.

And then lightning does strike, the windows blowing in with a single shattering cacophony, and the pressure spikes to something unbearable. Whatever was lighting Jon from the inside out extinguishes at the same time Gerry’s vision goes black, and all Gerry can think is— Huh. It doesn’t hurt.

#tma #tma fanfic #gerry keay #jonathan sims #tma fic #my posts #my writing #kay talks #HI GUYS. READ THIS ONE PLEASE :)))) i started it so so long ago and #jongerry #week inspired me to get it done even if this is platonic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#withering wonders

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magalidragon · 2 years

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wicked fun | a “wicked words” ficlet | teaser

Inspired by my trip to Scotland, I’ve got a ficlet in the works with our favorite Earl Jon and Countess Dany. Going to try to finish it this weekend or at least early next week. 🤭

Jon was excited to get his plan in motion when he emerged back near the cliff where he’d left his clothing. He climbed up the side and hoisted himself ip, expecting to see Ghost waiting, but instead got quite a surprise.

Dany was standing there, in a simple shift, her silver curls loose and wild. “Good morning,” she greeted him. There was a curving, teasing smile flirting on her lips. Her eyebrow arched, head nodding towards his lower half. “And good morning. I see even the cold water doesn’t affect you quite so much.”

He glanced down. Smiling, he retorted, cheeky. “Perhaps it is your presence.”

“Indeed. You are a madman, swimming in that water.”

“You can come warm me up.” Now he was getting cold, his skin pebbling against the light breeze. And yes, perhaps “Little Jon” was not too keen on the cold about now the longer he was out of the water.

Dany knelt slowly, scooping his clothing. He noticed she had dropped an item she’d been holding; a length of flannel he noticed was an old Stark kilt. He narrowed his eyes on it. Kilts were only part of the ceremonial attire and he had never liked it. Mostly because he had never worn it until after he’d been legitimized and even then he hated it. Too drafty.

He started towards her, his blood warming at the prospect of “warming up” the way he’d teased, but she stepped backwards. He frowned. She smiled. “You’re cold,” she stated.

“Now I’m getting there.” What was she doing? His teeth chattered a second. “Give me my clothes.”

“Alright.”

He cocked his head. Her smile pulled wide and her violet eyes sparkled. He realized it as soon as she kicked off from her back foot. He lunged, but she was too fast, sprinting to the house. “Dany!”

“Come and catch me!”

#jonerys #jonerys au #my fics #my moodboards #fic tease #Jon in a kilt? yes please

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wordsintimeandspace · 2 years

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she, like a summer night

Jon, trying to find the right pronouns.

Jon/Martin, rated G, around 1400 words. Read on AO3! Credit for the title goes to Hello from the Hallowoods. :)

Somehow, Jon feels like coming out should have been the hardest part of this whole thing. The awkward “Martin, I’ve realized that I’m not a man, I’m nonbinary and I hope it will not be an issue because I know you’re gay” bit - but no, Martin is Martin, kind and understanding and head over heels in love with Jon. That made this part surprisingly easy. The hard part begins when Martin takes Jon’s hands in his, presses a kiss to Jon’s knuckles, and asks about Jon’s pronouns.

Jon doesn’t know what to say. Somehow, next to everything else, it completely slipped Jon’s mind until now.

“Um,” Jon begins, looking around the cottage as if the right set of pronouns might be hidden somewhere in the overfull bookshelves or Martin’s knitting supplies. “I- I don’t know.”

Martin gently runs a finger over the back of Jon’s hand. “I mean, you don’t have to change them if you don’t want to,” he says with a shrug. “Do you still feel comfortable with he/him?”

Jon mulls it over in his head, and grimaces. It never bothered Jon before, but now it makes Jon’s skin crawl. “I’m… no. No, I don’t think so.”

“Okay,” Martin says, giving Jon’s hand a squeeze. “That’s okay.”

Jon lets out a long breath, and leans a little closer towards Martin. The couch creaks beneath them as Martin embraces Jon and presses a kiss to Jon’s head. “I don’t know what else I want to use though,” Jon mumbles against Martin’s chest. “I’m sorry, I should have thought about this before telling you.”

“It’s fine. We can think about it together, if you want.”

Jon nods. “I- I’d like that.”

Martin lets out a thoughtful hum, his chest rumbling beneath Jon’s cheek. “I mean, they/them is what most nonbinary people use, isn’t it?”

“I suppose.”

“Do you like it?”

Jon frowns, and tries it out in their head. Their name is Jonathan Sims. They used to be Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute in London until they eloped to Scotland with their boyfriend. They aren’t sure if they is the right pronoun for them, but it’s definitely a better option than he. “It’s… it’s fine,” Jon finally says.

“You sure?” Martin asks, pulling back a little to look at Jon. He doesn’t seem convinced.

“Y-yes. It will be adequate, I believe.”

“Adequate?!” Martin gapes at him, brow furrowed. “Jon. We’re aiming for gender euphoria, not gender adequacy.”

“I-” Jon breaks off, frowning. “I don’t know what that means.”

“It’s when something makes you feel good about your gender. Makes you feel comfort or joy or something like that. Not just… I don’t know, indifference.”

Jon hums and leans back, watching Martin for a moment. They’ve talked about Martin being trans before, in the few months they’ve now been together, but never about this. There’s still so much more Jon wants to know about him. “What made you feel that for the first time?”

Martin blinks, surprised by the question, before breaking out into a bright smile that makes his eyes light up.“When I was eleven, I cut all my hair off for the first time. I used some blunt kitchen scissors, so it looked awful. My mum was so mad, but the feeling of looking in the mirror with short hair was incredible. Like I could finally see myself for who I was.”

Jon smiles, heart jumping at seeing Martin like this, happy and comfortable with himself. “That sounds nice.”

“It is,” Martin says softly. He reaches for Jon’s hand and gives it a squeeze. “And if they/them doesn’t do it for you, we can keep trying.”

Jon lets out a long breath. “Okay.”

Martin bites his lip, thinking for a moment. “How do you feel about neopronouns?” he finally asks. “There’s a lot of options. Maybe we can look some up online next time we’ve got internet access.”

Jon knows some people using these - there was someone back in Research using xe/xem, and Martin often talks about someone in his knitting circle with fae/faer pronouns. Still, it seems like a bit of a hassle. “I’d just be correcting people all the time, wouldn’t I?” Jon asks with a grimace. “”It’s just a bit… complicated, for others. I don’t want to be a bother.”

Martin’s face falls. “You’re allowed to be a bother, Jon,” he says, softly but determined. “You’re allowed to take up space to make yourself comfortable.”

Something in Martin’s voice brings tears to Jon’s eyes. Jon gulps, and has to look away. “I- I know.”

“Do you?”

Jon huffs. “I’m working on it. Still, I don’t think neopronouns are right for me.”

“Okay.”

Jon lets out a sigh and looks back at Martin. He gives Jon an encouraging smile. Jon manages to smile back and moves closer again, pushing Martin down onto his back so Jon can properly wrap every limb around him. With Martin holding Jon close and Jon’s face buried in the crook of his neck, all of this mess is a little easier. “I’m sorry,” Jon finally mumbles. “I don’t mean to make this complicated.”

Martin rubs a hand down Jon’s back, and some of the tension floods out of Jon. “You’re not making it complicated,” Martin says. “It just is.”

“Was it for you?”

“I mean, yeah. It was at the beginning, although I was pretty sure by the time I came out that I was a man and wanted to use he/him.”

Jon groans. “God, I wish I was sure about any of this.”

“You’ll get there.” Martin laughs, and moves his hand from Jon’s back into Jon’s hair. Jon melts under the caress, leaning into his touch.

“Maybe.”

They’re quiet for a moment. Martin continues his ministrations, gently scratching Jon’s scalp and working the tangles out of Jon’s long hair. “No pronouns is always an option,” he finally says, just when Jon is nearly drifting off to sleep. “Otherwise… well. There’s she/her as well?”

Jon stills. That isn’t an option Jon has considered before. There’s something about it, something soft and gentle yet fierce. Something defiant. Everything Jon wants to be, to soften the gruff exterior of scarred skin and the all too frequent looks of pity people direct at Jon. Jon gulps and pulls back a little, enough to see Martin’s face. “Try it out for me?” Jon asks, voice a little hoarse.

Martin smiles softly and thinks for a moment. “This is my partner Jon,” he finally begins. “She likes her tea way too sweet, always leaves her dirty socks beside the laundry basket and she promised to do the dishes last night but didn’t.”

Jon huffs out a laugh. “I was distracted with having a crisis about my gender.”

Martin’s grin widens in response. He cups Jon’s face in his hands, running his thumb over the cheek. “She’s also the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen and I love her very much. And I feel incredibly lucky that she trusts me with something so personal as trying out her new pronouns.”

Jon smiles, a little teary. “Of course I do.”

“So, what do you think?

Jon gulps, still a bit at a loss of words. She can’t really describe how these words make her feel. Mainly, they just feel right, and leave a warm, giddy feeling in her chest. She nods. “I… yes. Yes. I think I understand what you mean with gender euphoria.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. That’s… it's very good.”

Martin grins and leans in close to press a kiss to Jon’s forehead. “That’s great Jon.”

“Thank you,” Jon says, curling her fingers into Martin’s jumper to keep him close. She lets out a content sigh as Martin tucks her head beneath his chin, and slowly the anxiety building in her over the last few days leading up to her coming out melts away. It’s been a constant buzz beneath her skin, keeping her up at night. And yet, she wouldn’t want to have it any other way. It feels like a privilege, having the space to worry about this instead of statements and fears and the end of the world.

Another thought crosses her mind, and she looks up at Martin again. “What would you say if I wanted to try wearing dresses sometime?” she asks carefully.

Martin laughs, brightly and fondly, and it fills Jon's heart with warmth until there's simply no more room for any anxiety in her chest. “I’d say," Martin starts, grinning down at her, "we can stop by the thrift store tomorrow.”

#the magnus archives #tma #tma fic #jonmartin #my fic

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gillionspookstrider · 1 year

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@a-mag-a-day

i have MANY many thoughts about this episode, most of which have already been said and will be said again . the short of it is that i am incredibly sad about jon, jonah magnus is a BITCH, and this is one of my favorite episodes

so instead of typing out all that... i offer many fic recs regarding mag160 under the cut! enjoy!

Some fix-its:

A Lack of Foresight by abovo_adastra

Elias’ ritual fails, and Jon and Martin allow themselves to breathe again. But the more time passes, the more horrible things rear their heads… and the more dangers Martin takes upon himself to keep them from reaching the Archivist. Between impending threats to the safehouse, a consistent flow of statements and archaic poetry, and an ocean of unknowns, there is only so much you can do.

The Eye Closes by Captain_Kieren

Martin returns to the cabin before Jon can finish reading the statement.

Another Way Out by HelenRichardson

A Fix-It AU in which Martin gets back to the safehouse just a little early.

Plain old angst:

A Living Chronicle of Terror by ComposerEgg

Jonathan Sims encounters a new difficulty after the apocalypse is summoned: He cannot create new words. He can only use those that have been given to the Archive.

would it be enough if i could never give you peace? by booksandchocolate

In Scotland, the Beholding attempts to force Jon into taking live statements by overwhelming him with unwanted Knowledge. Martin is there for him.

#zeph.txt #tma #mag160 #fic rec #weeee

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(Avatar headcanon anon) I really enjoyed reading your thoughts on the topic too! Especially the detailed categories of fear-alignment! And I actually almost included a note on Melanie's bullet removal in my write-up but then thought I was getting too off-topic, but I 100% agree that the bullet should have just been the catalyst, not the thing keeping up the connection. But didn't Melanie have the bullet before she signed up for the Archives? I agree that this is where it kind of falls apart a little, even though I do like the idea that that's why the Slaughter couldn't have claimed her fully, because then both Daisy andMartin go and contradict that idea, because their pull to the other power was much stronger than the pull from Beholding. But in any case, I generally thought the Slaughter storyline was extremely weak, and I'm saying this as someone who initially liked Melanie. I just think she worked better as a character who dropped in from time to time with an update than part of the Archives crew.

And oh, I think I misunderstood something then, because I thought that the ritual in 160 was not the Watcher's Crown? (I think it was called The Magnus Archives by Word of God. Gerry says Elias is planning the Watcher's Crown, but he would have based that on the information he had before Elias realized all rituals were doomed to fail.) Because yeah, I definitely agree that keeping that a secret and making it a twist was great! I also figured that Jon was getting marked for some purpose, but obviously, I couldn't have guessed that it would be that. I'm still so enamored with it all, "The Chosen one is someone I chose" and that Jon just so perfectly followed the path Elias had laid out for him, and *kicking my feet and twirling my hair*.

Rereading the script for episode 160 though, I see that we do get enough details on the original Watcher's Crown. Still, I wish we could have had a little more. (This is getting on a tangent, but I still wish that after all the letters TO Jonah, we could have had one letter FROM Jonah... but written back then, since well, of course we (or rather Jon haha) very much got our letter from Jonah in that episode. I especially would have liked more details on him founding the Institute, and it's such a wasted opportunity that Jon and Martin were sent to Scotland so they could roadtrip back to London, but they don't pass the original Institute in Edinburgh?)

In any case though, thank you for letting me ramble a bit about my headcanons! I haven't had the opportunity to do that in a while, and I'm enjoying it :D

oh wait you're totally right!! she got shot in india before coming back to the archives because she wanted to give jon another statement (fan behavior) and he was kidnapped at the time, so elias gave her an employment contract you're totally right

so maybe... the bullet was an artefact that was turning her into a monster, but the contract to the institute was powerful enough to slow her transformation because she didn't get really bad until post-s3 finale.

i think this... kind of tracks with daisy? daisy was a fully realized avatar of the hunt when she signed her contract. her status as a hunter didn't change when she was doing elias' dirty work. hold on i just typed that and realized that maybe daisy never had a contract...? wasn't it that elias made basira sign a contract and that was what made daisy connected to/indebted to the institute? because she would do anything to protect basira and basira was now at elias' mercy. and then when she was inside the buried, she couldn't die because avatars can't die. she was just effectively encased in cement. BUT, going into the buried (and probably lots of other illegal cop things daisy has done way before tma-canon) would kill any normal person. she was being kept safe/alive by the hunt. when she started ignoring the hunt, she started withering away.

martin i think is sort of a special case. he was marked by the eye because of his institute contract and his experience in the archives. but then he had one of if not the most powerful avatar of the lonely molding him into his protege. (i still do. not. buy. that martin could have resisted peter's influence the way that he did unless he was a web avatar. i have to type fast because there are men chasing me down this hallway with butterfly nets but listen. listen to me. web!martin is real. web!martin was the plan from the b- [lOUD LOONEY TUNES CRASHING NOISES])

and oh my god no you are totally right!!! the watcher's crown was the name of the old ritual. and yes there is a discord message somewhere where jonny says that the new ritual would be more appropriately termed the magnus archives, since of course, the whole of the podcast is the ritual :.) i forgot about that, i've just been calling the ritual elias invented with jon the watcher's crown this whole time.

ok then i'll pivot and say i would LOVE to know more about the original watcher's crown. we know the gist of it from smirke's letter and from peter's summary but i would have loved a full episode dedicated to it like we got for the dutch unknowing.

kicking my feet and twirling my hair WITH YOU this is SO ROMANTIC <3 literally they made each other gods. the chosen one was just that, someone i chose. i'm writhing on the floor!!!!!!!

and god a letter from jonah back to his correspondents, dreamy sigh. it would make sense that jonah wouldn't have his own letters, of course. and i love love love love that he is a hoarder and keeps all his own correspondence (i've written about why this is another reason he wouldn't be a good archivist) but ooooo i would love an episode of jonah, young jonah in his original body, still discovering the fears, before he'd built his institute, before he'd become an avatar.... (assuming it would be a good episode and jonny would do him justice because this is my dream world and i can set my standards however i want them)

you are so welcome! this has been very interesting, thank you for sharing your head canons with me and for tolerating my ridiculously long responses. :) if you ever feel like telling me more about them, my ask box is always here to welcome you.

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fellfirst-fellharder-fight · 7 months

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Round 1: Fight 3

John Watson/Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock) vs Jonathan "Jon" Sims/Martin K. Blackwood (TMA)

Propaganda under the cut!

John Watson/Sherlock Holmes:

Don’t @ me but yeah. John falls first, following Sherlock and doing what he says without question. Sherlock falls harder (literally, ba dum tsh!), sacrificing himself (sort of) to save John. If you know (ie if you were on tumblr btwn 2010 & 2013), you know. a

Jonathan "Jon" Sims/Martin K. Blackwood (TMA):

they're so silly!!!!!!!! they have ruined my life with their silliness. can't believe martin spent 4 seasons pining on this pathetic little man.

#tumblr polls #poll tournament #tournament bracket #tournament poll #tumblr tournament #polls #johnlock #bbc sherlock #tma #the magnus archives #jonmartin #jmart #tma jmart #fellfirst fellharder fight #round 1

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