[id: a soft pink-toned drawing of jon and martin, laying together on a slightly rumpled bed. jon is a brown-skinned man with scars dotting his body and with gray strakes through his dark ponytail. martin is fair-skinned and freckled, with wavy, strawberry blond hair.
martin is laying his head in jon’s lap, smiling contentedly, while jon is running his fingers through martin’s hair and reading aloud from a book of keats’ poetry. there is a window casting warm light across the two of them, and outside a scottish cow is visible. end id]
So season 4 huh? Really isn’t holding back on the feels, is it? I know this isn’t going to happen, but like can everyone from the Archives just run away together and live happily ever after or something? pls?
i think i probably haaaaalf-fulfilled both of these……….set in that “au” i posted about a million years ago where the world is saved and everyone makes it to their 40s. i think john and martin would realize they haven’t had an actual wedding despite having considered themselves married for years…it’s a super small event and georgie officiates it b/c it’s MY party and *I* get to choose who’s ordained
kept forgetting to post this but here is the piece i did for the @tapesdidntcatchzine! it’s a little thing about touch. what the tapes didn’t catch is a tma zine about unrecorded lighthearted things that supposedly werent mentioned in the podcast :) you can download it for free here
[image description: a five paneled comic done in warm colors of sasha, tim, martin, and jon from the magnus archives. the first panel is a closeup from sasha’s back of her and tim hugging. the second panel is of martin looking up at tim as he is explaining something, his hand on his shoulder. the third panel is of sasha, asleep, resting her head on jon’s shoulder in front of some shelves. the fourth is of martin brushing his fingers against jon’s as he hands him a mug of tea with bookshelves behind them, and the fifth and final panel is of the whole archives crew all together, linking arms as they walk down a street.
sasha is a thin, dark-skinned black woman with long braids tied into a ponytail. tim is a chubby, brown-skinned filipino man with short, spiky dark hair. martin is a fat, light-skinned mixed white and filipino man with short dark hair, and jon is a thin, brown-skinned pakistani man with short dark hair streaked with gray. end id]
[ID: A drawing of Jon and Martin from The Magnus Archives. Martin is a tall fat white man with short grey hair. Jon is a short thin British-Indian man with short grey hair. Both are aged, and wearing sweaters. Martin stands with one arm around Jon, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Jon is leaning against Martin, slightly on tiptoe to receive the forehead kiss. A fluffy white cat is sat by Martin’s foot, and a bigger orange tabby cat is winding around Jon’s legs. /end ID]
Jonmartin Week 2022!! Day 7: Forehead Kisses/Growing Old Together
I definitely didn’t almost forget to post this
Like the cats from day 3, these are Cream Puff and Nugget :)
[ID: A digital illustration of Martin Blackwood from The Magnus Archives. Martin is a fat white trans man with short curly light brown hair wearing a grey chest binder and round glasses. He is stood in the archives, holding a mug of tea with a cartoon cat on it in one hand and a corkscrew in the other. Martin sighs, looking tired. End description.]
if jonny won’t write the flesh attack on the institute then i will
[ID: A long comic of The Magnus Archives, done in grayscale tones.
The first few panels show a shut office door, with only Basira’s head (covered with her hijab) visible in the corner. The door opens, and Martin enters. Basira emits two exclamation marks but stays silent as he turns to one side to place some files in a shelf, the glare of his glasses obscuring his eyes.
Finally, Basira says, “Long time no see.” Martin’s eyes appear as he startles violently and drops the files. Martin shouts, “Oh Jesus—Christ, do you get a kick out of this or something?!”
The camera pans to Basira, who is lounging back in a chair, holding a small book in her hands. She says, “What do you mean?” Martin answers from off screen, “Gh… never mind. What are you doing here, Basira?”
Basira looks up, closing her book with a snap. She says, “I thought you might show up here sooner or later. Figured I’d pass the time in a room I knew you frequent.”
Martin furrows his eyebrows, a small anger symbol appearing next to his head as he says, “Great. So, what now? What’s so important you’d spend all your free time waiting around for me?”
The camera zooms out to show the whole room. Martin is sweating slightly, having regained the files he dropped. Basira leans further back in the chair, raising her eyebrows. She pauses before asking, “How’s Peter Lukas?”
Martin narrows his eyes, a single sweat drop on his cheek as he says, “…He’s fine.” Basira tosses her hands up innocently and says, “Good, good.” Then there is a panel of her sitting up, staring into space, before the camera zooms back out to a view over Martin’s shoulder. Basira inquires with her arms crossed and eyebrows raised curiously, “Feeling… lonely at all?”
Martin reacts with sharp anger and snaps, “Oh for—is that what this is all about?! You think I’m one of his lackeys now?”
Basira looks down, her eyebrows drawing together. She says, “You are his assistant. I just need to know you aren’t…” A shot of her looking to the side, a drop of sweat falling from her cheek. “Compromised.”
The camera pans up to the ceiling. There’s an air vent through which some darker shades are showing, possibly larger slits, possibly something else. Off screen, Martin shouts, “Compromised?! Basira, we’re all compromised! We’re all trapped here!” Basira answers, “Fine. Then I need to know if I can trust you.”
Martin looks shocked for a second, maybe worried. Then he looks away and says, “I don’t know. Melanie sure doesn’t.”
Basira looks unimpressed, a small anger symbol next to her head as she says, “That’s not an answer.” Martin snaps, “I said I don’t know!!”
He spreads his arms and shouts, “Yes!!” Then deflates and scratches the back of his head, saying, “Err—maybe?” Finally, he raises his hands in a conciliatory posture as he says, “Look, I just need to stay close to Peter to figure out what he’s up to—”
The door clicks open. Basira and Martin both look startled, sweating slightly, as Melanie pokes her head in.
The camera pans to behind Melanie’s head as she looks at the two of them. Basira rises from her chair and says, “…Need something?” Martin just looks at Melanie with a worried expression and silence.
Two panels close in on Melanie’s face. It’s possible to see that her eyes, unlike Basira’s and Martin’s, contain a hint of red. Melanie says, “Heard yelling.” She turns her head slightly and scowls: “Thought there might be a fight.”
Martin turns to the side and says, sweating profusely now, “N-no, there isn’t.” A smaller panel of Basira adds with a small smile, “Not physically at least.”
The camera zooms back out to show Melanie turning to exit back into the corridor, wearing a bitter smile. She says, “Heh. Not for long if I stick around.”
Martin stares after her, saying, “Wh…” Then his eyes widen as he cries, “Melanie, wait!!” He exits after her into the corridor, the door swinging closed behind him as he says to her departing figure, “Just hold on…”
Melanie glances back at him, her eyes obscured by the hair that falls in front of her face. She growls, “Leave me alone, Martin…”
Martin says with a concerned expression, “I… I don’t want to fight, Melanie. Things are already hard enough, infighting isn’t going to help—”
There is a shot just of Melanie’s eyes, narrowed in anger, before she wheels and shouts in all caps, “Oh, piss off!” Then: “Since when do you—”
Martin says, “Huh…?” as he backs away from Melanie, who is approaching him step by step. Melanie continues, “—have the right to preach to me?”
The camera focuses on Melanie as she looks up at Martin, whacking her hand over her heart. She says, “You betrayed my trust! You don’t get to talk down to me like you’re the one who’s high and mighty!”
Martin says with a confused and worried expression, “What are you—”
Melanie snaps, “You promised me!” She flings a hand out, the background fading to show Jon lying comatose in a hospital bed while Melanie and Martin stand next to him. Melanie says with tears in her eyes, “After we saw what happened to—to Jon and Daisy and Tim you promised we could kill Elias!!”
The camera fades back in to show Martin staring ahead with a blankly horrified expression as Melanie continues, “Only for you to go behind my back and get him arrested like a coward!!”
Martin looks away from Melanie as he says desperately, “I—it was too risky! We still don’t know if killing Elias would have killed us too!”
Melanie takes another step towards Martin. She shouts, “I don’t care!! At least there was a chance!!” In the foreground, a piece of wood in the floor pries away, and a claw with four fingers reaches upward. Neither Martin nor Melanie notice.
Melanie looks down at her feet, shaking. She says, “But now we’re all trapped here—” Another step forward. “And it’s all—” She grabs Martin by the collar. “Your—” The camera zooms out to show her shouting into Martin’s face, “Fault!”
In the space between panels, someone shouts, “Guys!!” Martin and Melanie both glance away, eyes wide. Then they startle apart as two bangs resound in the space between them. Martin says, “Jesus—” and Melanie says, “Basira?! What the hell—”
The camera zooms out further to show Basira at the end of the hallway, surrounded by unidentifiable smears of flesh on the floor. She raises a gun in Martin and Melanie’s direction and shouts, “Hey!” Then the camera cuts to her expression, terrified and sweating, as she continues, “We have a bit of a problem!!”
Martin and Melanie both stare at her in incomprehension, even as in the background, something huge looms over them. Then they turn to look, and the camera zooms out with them.
Jared Hopworth, in all his five-armed jeans-clad glory, is at the end of the hallway, action lines radiating out of him. Two tiny bullet holes on one of his biceps are seeping blood, but they don’t appear to have affected him at all.
The camera turns back to Martin and Melanie. Melanie is smiling with an expression both terrified and delighted as she unfolds a small knife in her hand with a “shing!” Martin whispers, “oh shit.” End ID]
Characters: Jonathan Sims/Sasha James/Tim Stoker/Martin Blackwood
Rating: Teen
Summary:
“But what if-” Once again, Jon struggles to find the right words. He knows their situation is unorthodox to most people, and the thought of Martin looking at him differently is too much to bear. “What if he doesn’t understand?”
“Then explain it to him,” Sasha relays patiently, her hand never leaving his. Things are always so clear to her, Jon envies that. “You’re my partners, you’re dating Tim, sometimes me and Tim have-”
Or: How One Became Four.
It starts with Sasha and Jon.
She’s fresh off six months in Artefact Storage, shell-shocked and stand-offish. Jon starts a few months later and they learn the ropes together. She warms up, divulges little tidbits of her time in the other department that Jon devours. He’s young, hungry for answers and Sasha’s already jaded by her few years in academia. This is just a transitional job, she assures him. It pays better than most research gigs and allows her to keep up a certain lifestyle.
“I’m looking at other places, putting out feelers,” she confides in him one day over coffee. It’s become their daily ritual, a mid-morning break where they can commiserate on the staid academics that ask too much of them and the fanciful statements that end up on their desk. “Whatever you do, don’t get stuck here.” She leans back in her chair, gives a cynical little smile. “Or maybe you should. It’ll be different for you, you’re a man.” He starts a protest but she cuts him off. “It’s an old boys club and you know it. Besides, I know all about your extra meetings with Bouchard. He’s never done that with anyone else. Who knows - in a few years you might be my boss!”
star!martin bby boy baby he creates stars and is inmortal. @flamingfinch is helping a lot with motivation so shout out to her for bouncing au ideas w me
[ID: A digital illustration of Martin Blackwood from The Magnus Archives. Martin is a fat white trans man with short curly light brown hair wearing a grey chest binder and round glasses. He is stood in the archives, holding a mug of tea with a cartoon cat on it in one hand and a corkscrew in the other. Martin sighs, looking tired. End description.]
