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Idk how to explain this au lol, Martin is invisible and Jon has all of his eyes, and it’s adorable.
#tma#the magnus archives#the magnus institute#the magnus pod#the magnus archive fanart#tma art#tma fanart#magpod#magnus pod#jonathan sims#jon sims#martin k blackwood#jmart#jonmartin#jmart fanart#jmart au#jonmartin fanart#teaholding#monster jon#monster martin#tma monster au#clairebear art#tw body horror#tw ommetaphobia
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You know, I've been playing Stardew Valley for a few months now, and I think this game would be the perfect setting for a Jmart AU. Like, spooky shit doesn't even need to happen, I just love the thought of their "Somewhere Else" getting to be settling in a cute little town, and living off the land. Could even work with the player being there, there's so many possibilities!
#I need someone to write this#If someone has please tell me#I think abt this everytime I open up my farm#the magnus archives#jonathan sims#tma#martin blackwood#the magnus pod#tma jmart#jmart#stardew valley#jmart au#tma au#my posts
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:3 Cafe AU Jmart? Sorry, I read the tags, so this caught my attention. Thanks for the share 😊
Glad you caught the tags, love hiding things there. Yeah, @itti-bitti-yibbi and I are currently working on making a JMart Café AU. Don't have a solid name for it so we've just been calling it the Coffeeshop AU. Haven't had much time to work on it yet, so the draft only has 1,600 words. Going to put as much of my free time into though so hopefully we'll be able to get at least *something* out soon.
#we are going absolutely insane over making this au I hope you enjoy it when we do eventually start to release it#we (more often my friend) will probably be posting some art for it as well#the magnus archives#tma au#tma#cafe au#coffeeshop au#jonathan sims#martin blackwood#jmart#teaholding#eyecloud#jonmartin#jmart au#jmart cafe au
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Welcome! This blog is run by 2 friends who have entirely too many AU ideas for The Magnus Archives. We are dedicating this blog specifically to updates, artwork, and other such things for the AUs.
Disclaimer: Only one author has finished TMA, the other has currently only finished 3 seasons. While he knows most of what happens, please avoid major spoilers as much as possible, especially regarding MAG 200. The fics we are making will also contain varying levels of spoilers - which will be labeled accordingly.
Finished works: • Melodic Azure (shitpost one shot)
Fics in works:
• Cruel Irony (Coffeshop AU)
• Siren AU(s)
• Mockumentary
Potential future fics:
• TimeTravel AU
• Timeloop AU
• ✨️ Secret ✨️ (very shitpost-y)
• Self-indulgent isekai AU(maybe??)
We will update this list as we go along. Please keep in mind we are both very busy people and it will likely take a lot time for us get things out and updated. Please do not harass this blog or our mains asking when updates will be posted as we likely are not sure ourselves. Some fictions will be written by both of us, while others are solo works. We'll also do our best to differentiate who works on what.
These are just fun projects that two guys with a hyperfixation are writing and we do hope you enjoy the content we produce. If you have any questions, let us know!
#😶🌫️ Mangos/Protocol#⭐️ Yibbi#au blog#tma au blog#tma au#jmart au#we're being silly and goofy hope you guys enjoy
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Once upon the misty moors...
... there lived a lonely young man, living simply with his mother as many did in a small house in a village on the domain of their lord in Greymoor.
Not much can be said of those early years, not much this young man would have wanted to repeat that bore mentioning at least. All that can be said was that one day his mother fell ill, and with the rumoured sightings of a strange woman in a red skirt, face hidden by a cloak and smelling of death, bringing with her to his door nothing more than rake whilst he was away...they should have known there was nothing that could be done.
But that certainly didn't stop him from trying though. Working hard and long each day on their farm and on the properties surrounding it. Selling their only cow, their chickens and what little of value they could spare to afford the herbs that could ease her pain, only to return to scorn and stubborness in her delirium with a soft smile on his face as he tended to her, nevertheless.
All the same it didn't change her fate. Nor the fate of the lonely young man, now adrift and lost without much in the way of direction.
Untill at least, he was approached one misty afternoon by their Local Lord of Greymoor, who spoke to him with hollow geniality, and offered him a job as a servant in his castle.
And so, with nothing in the way of excuse to prevent him from doing so, he accepted. And soon, Martin Blackwood found himself selling what was little was left of his mother's small slice of domesticity in Greymoor, and like so many others was whisked away to live and work at the feet of their lord. Bouncing between fetching food from the kitchens or fixing pots of tea; setting kindling alight to warm cold rooms that made your breath fog up if left to themselves too long; keeping clean what he could when he was ordered and keeping his head down whenever he could.
All the same he found something of a friend in that castle more than once, and had to himself the gift of an extra hour each day to sneak away and write poetry on a little rock in the shade of a willow tree by the loch. One of the few things he could say was truly his.
Of course even setting aside the whispered legends of the figure of pestilance that had taken his mother, Greymoor, just like the other lands just on the other side of the Deep Wood, was no stranger to monsters of its own. So much so that despite the dissmissals and denials of their Lordship for as long as anyone can remember, there have always been the mists.
Not much is known, as with any of the beings that creep along the shadows of rumors and heresay and children torn from their beds before they can so much as scream. What can be said, was that at least once a year, maybe more than once, should someone be caught out too late at the wrong time, they would find themselves lost to the mists. Alone and forever wandering between a state of life and death to wither away as nothing more than ghosts on that very same moorland from which they dissapeared.
And so it was, that after a time of keeping his head down and doing what he was told, Martin would one night find himself staying out a little too late by the loch into nightfall; and in doing so soon found himself running into one of his fellow servants, a woman named Naomi Herne; who'd go on to explain, had been sent on orders from Lukas to pick berries under the cover of moonlight from the nearby woods (having found his supplies empty of such fruits despite the supply run they'd made just earlier that day).
Of course, finding the request rather unreasonable given the dangers of ventering out too late into the night by one's self, he offered to help her in her task, and not too long after, the two ran afoul of the mists, and knowing the legends, and hearing the whispers on the gentle wind that only one of their number need be lost, handed the only stubborn flame that hadn't gone dark to Naomi, and told her to run back to the Lord's castle.
Naomi, despite her hesistance to leave her only companion in the misty darkness, complied, and ran back with their only light to the Castle in a panic and raised all the nearby servants she could from their posts to come and help him. Immediately, despite the fear, a few rose to help her. Some stepping in to calm her down and ascertain what had happened, a few of the others grabbing their coats and lighting lanterns to aid in the search, despite their fears and the insistence of a few that there was nothing that could be done. But not a foot had breached the doorway when their Lord and employer Lukas stepped into the room and forbade them from going. Demanding they stay and not risk themselves catching a cold or getting lost in the dark. Ordering them wait and do nothing more than pray that by morning Martin found his way back to them on his own time.
No one beleived he would of course. The mists were like that you see. Those who wandered too far would never return to them, they never had.
And then, three days later, Martin returned to them.
Stumbling up the grassy hill just as the sun was setting. Freezing cold to the touch; dispondant and pale, with hair turned a snow white and breath misting even in warmer in air. Changed, or so it seemed, by his time alone in those mists.
The others were astounded of course. The head of them sending some of them off to fetch warm cloths and furs to warm him whilst they let him sit by the fire of the servants quarters. Asking him what happened despite his barely there eyes and the and the shaking hands cupping a hastily made mug of tea.
All the same it didn't take long for the news to find it's way to Lord Lukas, who at once demanded Martin's presence in his study despite the soft protests of those who could tell he was not well.
All the same Martin stood without a word from his place, still hardly warmed from his time by the fire, to meet with him.
"I saw you in the mists," he said once they were alone, "You told me I would forever be alone,"
And then he asked, simply, though by no mean masking the anger in now cold blue eyes, "You sent her out on purpose didn't you? You knew the mists were out that night."
Not a moment later, in a sea of fog that swept through the room and drained the life and colour from its walls, and the Lord Lukas was alone. Martin nowhere to be seen when he opened the door and stepped out, refusing to answer anyone's questions when they inquired on his health.
This time, it takes two days for Martin to return, and when he does Lukas gives them all new orders.
Namely that Martin Blackwood, not be allowed to return to the Grey Moors, lest it be with the head of the Watcher Beast, residing so they said, in ancient ruins found in the deep woods by the borders of land Panopticon.
He's given a day to prepare his leave.
And so it was, with nothing more than a single short sword, a map and some rations put together by those that asked after him, Martin was sent away without so much as the chance for a goodbye.
Martin himself, under no illusions that their Lord of Greymoor, had sent him there to die.
"Let them try," he'd whisper to himself as the foggy outline of a cold stone castle faded away by the rhythm and rumble of a horse pulled cart. "Let them try," even as the thought came again, that maybe this really was nothing more than a good way to get killed.
#TMA Swan Lake au#the magnus archives#the magnus archives au#tma au#martin blackwood#peter lukas#naomi herne#tma fic#tma fanfic#tma fanfic au#magnuspod#tma fantasy au#ooh you just know that 'kill the monster and save the land from a tyrranical lord in league with more monsters' isn't going to be that easy#especially since there's a few more monsters waiting on his path#through the deep wood#the worst of all#nothing more than human#fanfic teaser#jmart au#jmart fantasy au#tma#monster jon#lonely martin#let me know what y'all think!#inspire by dark fairytales#dark fantasy au
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Hadestown au perchance
#art#sketch#tma#the magnus archives#sasha james#timothy stoker#tim stoker#jonathan sims#martin blackwood#in my brain timsasha orphydice is the og cast album and jmart orphydice is the broadway album#so. if at some point you see me draw jmart as orpheus and eurydice look away#hadestown au
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(he only got up to go make tea)
#jon is being dramatic about it#au where literally everything is fine and theyre married#yup#tma#the magnus archives#tma fanart#jmart#jonmartin#teaholding#my art#eurgfjfj its just a doodle idk#the magnus pod#magpod#jonathan sims#jarchivist#martin blackwood
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lonelypocalypse?
#this is actually an assignment for my art class so i switched the panopticon with a lighthouse#but now i’m like a lonelypocalypse au would be really cool…#jonathan sims#martin blackwood#jonmartin#jmart#tma#tma fanart#the magnus archives#jaspers art
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BRO same. this idea even managed to briefly interrupt my massive art block.
here, a small treat. have this wip sketch i’ll probably never finish. 😶
welcome to jmart, the haunted small discounter chain, where the days are eternally long and the pay is shit. We're your one-stop shop for subpar food and mediocre customer service. Open always, because we're desperate for your money. And don't forget about our totally fair wages! We're totally not underpaying our employees.
the whole tone of the story is very comedic and sort of built like the office concept wise??
jon is obviously the underqualified branch/store manager with a massive stick up their buttocks. he takes his job way too seriously and keeps tabs on all his employees out of the sheer paranoia that they’re coming for his job (ESPECIALLY martin).
martin, the deputy branch manager, is a busy bee. loves to make tea and gossip with sasha during their breaks. kind of a pushover, which sasha and tim sometimes abuse to get more smoke breaks.
sasha and tim are just there for a good time. a bunch of old ladies, who are regulars, have a crush on him (he flirts with all the customers). sasha is good with computers and fixes shit.
and of course, elias is the ceo or smth?? idk, essentially he is jon‘s evil superior and sucks aaaall the way, man. (can you tell i don’t like this character?? :D)
yup that’s it. hope you enjoy
every time i read or type jmart i do in fact picture a supermarket
#tma podcast#tma fanart#tmagp#the magnus archives#jmart#jmart au#tma au#headcanon#jonathan sims#martin blackwood#sasha james#tim stoker#elias bouchard
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More moth Jon! I am on a roll (despite going to be gone for 2 weeks on vacation soon)
#tma#the magnus archives#the magnus institute#the magnus pod#the magnus archive fanart#tma art#tma fanart#magpod#jonathan sims#jon sims#martin k blackwood#jmart#jonmartin#jmart au#tma au#monster jon#tma g/t#clairebear art
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What if I was finally going to therapy to deal with my substance abuse and you were the cute new receptionist checking me out in
And there's a guy dying of malnutrition in the other room but this ain't about him
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IM BACK!
#tma dreams au#the magnus archives#the magnus protocol#tma jmart#jmart#martin blackwood#jonathan sims#tma#artists on tumblr#jonmartin
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the business rivals au is thriving!!
#the magnus archives#tma fanart#tma jmart#jonmartin#tma#digital art#teaholding#jmart#jonathan sims#the archivist#martin blackwood#tma au#my art
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tiefling jon's first day at the Archives
#id in alt#the magnus archives#tma#magnus archives#elias bouchard#jonathan sims#tma jon#jon tma#jon sims#tma dnd au#tiefling jon#gammijart#tma s4#so this is that comic i was talking about a few weeks ago. with way too many backgrounds and effort#ill say i did enjoy doing the backgrounds a lot and thats worth a whole lot. but also. if this gets no notes i will. cry#anyways. love drawing a correct perspective grid and then fucking it up in favor of something that is wrong but FEELS right <3#also any anachronisms shall be explained by this being a fantasy setting#always difficult to post something that's not a joke. sincerity. yuck#and this does still have some jokes. just less punchy than id usually post. also no jmart or other ships. whoof#i havent done enough with elias. he's such a slimy bastard - v fun to write#he talks a bit more formally here than in canon but tbf he is an elf so /shrug#EDIT: aaaah between panels 4 and 8 i forgot i gave him an ace ring!!
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love it!! the soup isle is the distortion's new domain, they were there cuz they were visiting michael and helen! :D
"ceasless watcher, which isle is the peanut butter in again?" "you know you can just ask the staff, right?"
i love the idea that martin pushes jon in the grocery cart, they get the car looking ones for kids and jon somehow fits into it
also daisy is the type of person to bark and growl at her dog while playing with it you can't change my mind
i've been seeing posts complaining about jmart as a ship name, but personally i fucking love it. yes give me my little grocery store gays i love it so much. just going to the jmart for some soup, want anything? fucking great man.
#the plotholes are good they're there for jurgen leitner to fall into and crack his skull open#jmart#the magnus archives#tma au#jmart au
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cat Martin and jon <33
I love cat Martin so much this was necessary too draw thank you @ultramarinaa for making this beautiful little silly guy
#cat!martin#the magnus archives#tma au#jonathan sims fanart#jonathan sims#tma#digital art#tma martin#tma fanart#jon archivist#jarchivist#jon tma#jonmartin#jmart#tma podcast#tma jon#tma art#the magnus archive fanart#the magnus archives podcast#I love cat Martin so dearly
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