Jonathan Archivist hopes you had a wonderful International Ace Day ;w; <3
[ID: Art of Jon Sims, a thin brown man with long hair. He crosses his arms, holding a small ace flag, and says, “Happy international (ace flag) day.” The piece is grayscale with a staticky texture overlaid with purple accents and a purple background. End ID]
[ID: Art of Jon Sims against blank white space. He is a thin brown man with long hair. Almost every inch of his body is covered in staring eyes; he has no facial features, only more eyes that all appear to be looking directly at the viewer. He is wearing shorts and an oversized T-shirt that says “cat-astrophe” with a silhouette of a cat beneath it. / End ID]
last proper drawing of 2020! been obsessed with the works of martin walls lately, and this guy (mortality)’s design is no exception.
if you’re a horror junkie who loves colorful uncanny valley shit like me defs give his stuff a looksee
unfunny bonus + text descriptions under cut:
[IMG ID 1] A drawing of Mortality, a character from the short horror film ‘Boozoo’s Ghosts’ by Martin Walls. Mortality is depicted as a skeletal figure on a dark grey background, dressed in a green-white mascot dog/rabbit suit with gift-wrapping paper around his arms. The lyrics 'One day, you’re going to die!’ from Will Wood’s 'Memento Mori- The Most Important Thing In The World’ can be seen on the background. The word 'die’ is emphasized in rainbow lettering.
[IMG ID 2 - BONUS] A quick sketch of Mortality and another Martin Walls character, The Pumpkin Rabbit, posed as the Miles Morales looking up at Spiderman whilst they both ponder something meme. Said meme is included for clarity.
The cat mmrps in their lap and butts their head against their hand. “Yes, yes, I’m petting you, don’t worry,” they say, resuming what must be their earlier petting. They look back up at Martin, and gesture halfheartedly towards their stack of books. “I, er. Had a bit of trouble, deciding.”
Martin chuckles. “So you got the cat to help you choose?”
“Well, the cat has a name,” Jon informs him in their most esteemed professional voice, “and a very fine one at that. Pangur Bán is the official defender of this bookshop, and he is very good at his job.”
That… sure is a name. “Uh. Pardon?”
“Pangur Bán - you know, the, er, ninth-century Irish abbot’s cat?” Jon asks him this, innocently, as if this is a question to which Martin should reasonably answer yes.
woke up and realized today is Jon Sims and Cats Day, so I figured I’d illustrate one of my favourite scenes from my fic one foot in sea, one on shore! it is. so late at night where I am oops
[ID: a picture of Jonathan Sims from The Magnus Archives petting a cat in front of a window in a secondhand bookstore. Jon is a thin brown person with long, dark hair, angular glasses, and slight freckles, wearing a dark sage cardigan and dark trousers. Sat in their lap is a fluffy cat so dark black its only discernible features are its big, round yellow eyes with wide pupils, staring directly at the viewer. Jon also looks at the viewer with a softly surprised expression, one leg perched on the seat and the other hanging down towards the floor. On one side sits a stack of books, and on the other rests their cane. Behind him through translucent glass is a small-town street punctuated with leafy green trees, where the bright sunlight shines across their shoulders. Framing them on each side of the image are bookshelves, and dust motes float through the air. End description.]
The cat mmrps in their lap and butts their head against their hand. “Yes, yes, I’m petting you, don’t worry,” they say, resuming what must be their earlier petting. They look back up at Martin, and gesture halfheartedly towards their stack of books. “I, er. Had a bit of trouble, deciding.”
Martin chuckles. “So you got the cat to help you choose?”
“Well, the cat has a name,” Jon informs him in their most esteemed professional voice, “and a very fine one at that. Pangur Bán is the official defender of this bookshop, and he is very good at his job.”
That… sure is a name. “Uh. Pardon?”
“Pangur Bán - you know, the, er, ninth-century Irish abbot’s cat?” Jon asks him this, innocently, as if this is a question to which Martin should reasonably answer yes.
woke up and realized today is Jon Sims and Cats Day, so I figured I’d illustrate one of my favourite scenes from my fic one foot in sea, one on shore! it is. so late at night where I am oops
[ID: a picture of Jonathan Sims from The Magnus Archives petting a cat in front of a window in a secondhand bookstore. Jon is a thin brown person with long, dark hair, angular glasses, and slight freckles, wearing a dark sage cardigan and dark trousers. Sat in their lap is a fluffy cat so dark black its only discernible features are its big, round yellow eyes with wide pupils, staring directly at the viewer. Jon also looks at the viewer with a softly surprised expression, one leg perched on the seat and the other hanging down towards the floor. On one side sits a stack of books, and on the other rests their cane. Behind him through translucent glass is a small-town street punctuated with leafy green trees, where the bright sunlight shines across their shoulders. Framing them on each side of the image are bookshelves, and dust motes float through the air. End description.]
