#I may archive it

[obsoleteozymandias]

AHSJCHCF ok i had this idea I’ve become obsessed with its a tf2 prompt

Everything was normal. Scout had been talkative, laughing, annoying, normal. He had plans for the weekend. He had done just fine in battle. He didn’t have any fights with any of the other teammates, he hadn’t gone off on his own for any suspicious amount of time, he promised to help with dinner that night for god’s sake. Nothing had changed. Everything was normal.

So when one of his teammates walks in on him trying to kill himself, everyone panics. Because they have absolutely no idea what could have been wrong.

And when Scout wakes up, he panics as well. Because he planned this so perfectly, he had absolutely no idea what he would do if he somehow survived it.

Okay, here’s where I’m at with this right now: I adjusted the request just a smidge, only including the aftermath conversation with Spy. Truthfully, I love Scout and Spy’s dynamic, and I have a bit of trouble doing scene depicting active suicide proper respect, given most of the gore and angst I write is senseless violence to make my friends upset. I did what I felt I could do. Hope you like it, though! 

Anon if you really want to keep this, DM me and I'll send it to you. I think I may archive this one if not.

(NOTE: This writing contains discussions of suicide and suicide ideation. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THESE TOPICS)

L’appel du Vide

The room was dim, but not dark. Scout would have preferred darkness, honestly. That way he wouldn’t have to see the twitching face of Spy in front of him, his hands folded in front of his mouth, and his eyes trained solely on the younger man. He wasn’t saying anything. He hadn’t said anything since Scout awoke to find himself in Spy’s room, in fact. It was an extremely uncomfortable silence that made Scout even more tired than he’d been before. 

For a long while, father and son (though one was unaware of this) sat across from each other in a ramshackle base deep in the New Mexico desert, staring. The son would have left already, cussed out the older man for interfering with his life and went back to his room to sit in his painful silence. The older man, though. He wasn’t certain what he would do. He wasn’t certain what he was doing now, given what he had just witnessed. He only knew that letting Scout - his son - out of this room would end in devastation.

And so they sat in that dreadful quiet until Scout spoke. 

“...What do you want from me, Spy?” He asked, his voice not reaching its usual timbre or confidence. He grit his teeth as he spoke, and though his eyes remained on Spy, it was a struggle to keep them there as the older man’s face stilled completely. He didn’t answer for a long moment, but then spoke with such certainty and authority that it made Scout flush with anger: 

“You’re not leaving this room, Scout, until I decide what I have to do.”

“Cut the shit, man!” Scout snarled, “You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

Spy’s face twitched again, this time briefly reflecting Scout’s anger: “In your current state, you pose a threat to the integrity of this team, though I am reluctant to call this horde of neanderthals a ‘team’.” 

Scout laughed dryly, his mouth more of a grimace than a smile.“Yeah, well if you let me out of here, I can make it one less neanderthal your stuck-up ass has to deal with.” 

Scout stood up from his chair, and began to stalk over towards the door to Spy’s room. His hand was on the doorknob, clutching it tightly, when Spy’s hand grappled around his wrist, holding it with a painful tightness born from his barely concealed desperation. 

“Get off of me!” Scout hissed as he turned around, shoving his elbow back into the door to try and pull away. He didn’t even feel the dull ache - he was too consumed with his own anger. 

Spy’s face contorted into a deadly scowl as he gripped Scout’s wrist harder, “Not until you tell me what made you act so rashly!”

Scout shoved Spy back, finally freeing his wrist and turning back to the door. There were indents where Spy’s fingers had been. He heard the older man grunt as his back hit the floor. “Oh yeah, of course you’d think that. Hey, why the hell do you care, huh?”

“Scout-” 

“You know what? Fuck you, man. You’re just thinking about how annoying it’d be to clean up the mess left behind, yeah?”

“Scout-”

“Well you can just pretend to be me, how about that? Just act stupid and insufferable and you’ll do just fine.”

“Scout!” 

“Besides, it’s not like any of you would miss me. You especially, right? I mean, you want me dead most of all-”

“Jeremy!” 

Silence. Scout was stopped dead in his tracks for the first time in his life. He spent a moment processing what he just heard - a name no one but his family had called him for years - and then spoke, his anger put on hold to make way for his disquiet.“...What did you just call me?”

Behind him, that voice, one which had always felt a bit too similar to his own, replied, “You heard me. Don’t make me say it again.”

Scout finally felt his emotions catch up to him in a wave, turning on his heel with such force it knocked him off balance as he launched himself at Spy, grabbing the man’s suit collar “No, no no no. How do you know that - my name?” 

Spy stood still for a moment, his body unmoving as he gazed at the boy before him. He had the same head of brown-red hair that Spy had had once in his youth, and those cheekbones that made him a lady-killer back in the day. Back when he’d met Jeremy’s mother. 

Spy looked his son dead in the eyes, and readied himself for the second-most painful conversation he’d had in his life. 

“We have quite a bit to talk about, Jeremy.”

[shyaringan]

Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London

(day 1)

[ezrazzle]

After slowly chipping away at this for a while, I'm finally done drawing the cast of The Magnus Archives!

[mangozic]

archivist be upon ye

[iamanartichoke]

I don't know who needs to hear this, but as a creator -

I am fine with "the audience" -

downloading my fics

printing my fics

copy/pasting or screenshotting my fics

sharing your saved copy of my fics with anyone else who might want them in the unlikely but never impossible case that my fics are no longer available on ao3

making a book of my fic(s) and running your fingers across the pages while lovingly whispering my precioussss

doing these things with anything I create for fandom, such as meta, headcanons, au nonsense like 'texts from the brodinsons,' etc

I am not fine with "the audience"

doing any of the above with the purpose/intent of plagiarizing my work or passing it off as their own in any capacity

feeding my work into ai for any reason whatsoever

Save the fandom things. Preserve the fandom things. Respect the fandom things.

Enjoy the fandom things.

[randalltier]

You can choose only ONE no in-between answers. Be brave and bold and decisive and elaborate in the tags if you wish

[potato-lord-but-not]

heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I

[heppileppi]

last one i got. hope you enjoyed these, they were so fun to make

[atoast]

[saragrosie]

I have been sketching. So much tma. Here's some expansions on my Jon and Martin designs I've been doing.

Another note I forgor to mention is I love how after hearing Simon go "it's enough to make your hair turn white" about Martin's office in s4 many of us collectively agreed his hair turned white because of his association with the Lonely. The shared consciousness is real and we use it to play hot potato with the communal brain cell dedicated to the sillies.

Closeup of apocalypse boyfriends (also to the person who said they love my s5 Jon's fancy white girl updo: I think about that every day)

[artlefty]

finding a flower meadow in the apocalypse and making the best of it with your antichrist bf

[indigonite]

what it I purrhaps

[justicewasserved]

so I see a lot of people going "hahaha wild that Jon thinks everything (such as the apocalypse) is his fault when it REALLY isn't" and they would be correct but I keep thinking about why it is that he's like that. I think a lot of people simply put it down to "that's just how he is as a person" when I really think it's more of a combination between personality, how he was brought up (not that well) and the web.

in mag 81 he's never that specific about what his grandmother was like, and is very clearly trying to make her sound better than she actually is. but to me it sounds like she instilled a feeling that any and all problems that occurred throughout his childhood was his fault, or made worse by him. I'm thinking something like "I'm feeling so bad right now because I have to pick you up from school every day." and if she did do this, clearly it worked because he is, in his statement as an adult, retroactively pinning the blame for all his childhood problems on himself for being a "deeply annoying child". I really think that it's not normal to think you are to blame for someone else bullying you and that it was probably caused by his grandmother making him think he caused everyone's problems.

the mr spider event shocked him in a lot of ways but one of the main things that shook him was that he felt like he could've prevented what happened and he could've saved the guy's life. obviously this is ridiculous - it's clear to us that the web pulled him down the exact path which would lead someone else to interrupt his reading and get captured themselves. however Jon does not know this and clearly thinks he should've done better. I think that this, along with his upbringing, started the distinct way of thinking that he has where he decides that everything is his fault.

the web knew this would happen and then utilises it to make sure his crushing sense of responsibility causes him to get all 14 marks and then to, unwillingly, play his part in removing the fears from the universe.

[pigeons-with-jello]

stage play of tma but everyone named michael is played by the same actor

[jouxlskaard]

Hi so I may or may not have forgotten to actually post these on here. Ofc the original concept goes to the brilliant @wolfythewitch, I've just leeched off of it because I wanted to see Elias in the Hermes suit. Also I wanted to see Jon and Martin doing a little dance. And the way I drew Tim as Orpheus is just.... so similar to how regular Orpheus looks. I am sorry. He has a boob window so it's more accurate to his character.

As I talked about in my ask to Wolfy (which I believe to be what drew quite a few people here? idk at this point), I have quite a few reasons for why I think Elias would fit the role of Hermes. Obviously he's a much more sinister Hermes, but it's a neat little concept to play around with. I think the little things Hermes says (like the line above) can be interestingly recontextualised when you view Hermes as an antagonistic force, rather than a guide/mentor. I thought it'd be interesting to see Elias as someone who helps Tim/Orpheus because he knows that it'll end in tragedy every time, and finds enjoyment in the helplessness that the audience faces knowing how it ends and being completely unable to change it. Get Beholdinged, babey!

Maybe I'll draw some Gertrude!Hermes....? Who knows - I'm currently in the middle of doing a shit ton of work at the moment, both for school and for personal reasons. I've got Mechanisms fanart happening, some concepts for myself as a Corruption avatar (nature!), ideas for animatics (which I admittedly don't have much experience in, but I will try to do it), and some other random ideas. Only time shall tell.

[mortal-kingss]

“I guess the Corruption likes you as a moth. I think it’s fitting. Do you know what a moth is to a spider, Jon?”

“You know I don’t.” His back is to Martin, and he can feel another set of hands creep to his waist.

“Prey.” Martin whispers into his ear, taking his hands as he laughs softly.

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HELLO!!! i made a fic for this piece, its an au!!! please check it out, i spent a long time working on it i hope u enjoy it <3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/49448209