#jon and martin. i just. be okay. please.

[holeodemony]

Laughing crying choking on my tears why am I constantly haunted by the thoughts of all these tragic little gay men I just want then to be okay for once yet terrible things always happen why they just need to be in each others arms and in my arms I need to comfort them why because they're tragic little gay men and they're stuck in my head and consuming my every waking thought and I'm not okay because they're not okay.

[anachronisticmech]

The magnus archives season two? Ohhh the season where jonmartim got together and nothing bad, like let’s say… really bad paranoia, happened? Yeah, season two! (Please look at tags for cool things I added to this, spoilers for tma s2, 3, 4 and 5)

ID: Drawing of Martin, Jon and Tim from The Magnus Archives. There are eyes around them. Martin is a tall, fat white man. He is holding tea that has the gay man flag on the mug that has smoke going over his face. He has bleached blond hair, a tooth gap, blue painted nails and stubble across his face. He has turtle shell glasses and a small circle earring. He is wearing a brown coat, yellow sweater, white collared shirt and dark blue jeans. He has pins with ‘he/him’, the transgender flag and the (old) polyamorous flag on them. Jon is a short, skinny Arab man. He is holding statements. He has dark, greying hair and a moustache, non binary flag painted nails and bandages and band aids over his face and a bit of his hand. He has rectangle glasses with a chain with beads and eyes, and a gold ring with an eye on it. He is wearing a green vest, a white collared shirt and brown jeans. He has pins with ‘they/he’, the asexual flag and the bisexual flag on them. Tim is a very tall, skinny mixed white and Asian man. His hand is on his hip. He has bleached and dyed blue hair, painted pink nails, bandages on his face and arm, and a clean shaven face. He has septum, eyebrow and ear piercings. He is wearing an unbuttoned white, blue and orange striped shirt, a white binder underneath and black, high waisted pants. He has pins with ‘he/him’, the transgender flag, the (old) polyamorous flag, the bisexual flag, a dynamite, and a question mark on them.

[chocolatey-umbreon]

my perspective on jon and martin has gone like this:

season 1-2: okay i see why people ship that. it does sound like something tumblr ppl would like.

season 3, when basira and melanie talk about martin liking jon: oh it’s going to actually be part of the show, it’s not just a fan thing. also aw martin is the one with the crush first, that’s v cute to think about actually.

rest of season 3: i mean it’s a cute ship but i’m much more interested on whatever elias has got going on.

season 4: oh um. fuck. fuck. okay. this um.. this Thing. going on. between them has skipped every rational part of me processing the show and gone straight to squeeze and punch and tear my heart apart without my consent? hello!! im sobbing and crying and screaming and i don’t even know when it started?? what is happening please help me

[fridayyy-13th]

💛 jmart? 👀

💛 reunion kiss / relief

coming right up!! it uh, got a bit long, i don't think nearly 900 words counts as a "snippet"...but i had a little idea and ran with it lol.

[ask game]

Martin woke up.

He was…not expecting to do that. Not when just moments ago the Panopticon had been crumbling around them, debris raining down as he’d clutched Jon’s dying body close, trying to shield him from further harm as he awaited his own end. “Somewhere else” had been Jon’s final, clumsy attempt at comfort, yeah; it hadn’t been anything serious. A nonsensical, end-of-the-rainbow wish in a universe that didn’t get those sorts of happy endings.

And yet.

He lay sprawled across the ground, now, in a place he did not know and did not care to understand. Jon was gone from his arms, and that was all that mattered.

The love of his life was dead by his hand. That mattered, too.

Maybe his body was nearby, so Martin would at least have something to bury.

Every part of his body protested as he rolled himself over, pushing up to hands and knees. There. Blurry through his fractured lenses, a Jon-shaped heap lay just a meter away.

No, wait. Not just lay. It—Jon’s body—Jon was shaking. Curled up in a fetal position, back to Martin, sobbing quietly.

Alive.

Crossing the distance between them, Martin hardly noticed the several dozen tapes scattered across the rough carpet, the would-be-familiar stacks full of unsorted files on either side. He was far too focused on the man before him.

“Jon,” he managed, afraid of what he would see if Jon turned to him. The knife, still buried to the hilt in his love’s chest? His face twisted in rage at the sight of the man who put it there? The final sliver of light fading from his eyes?

Jon froze. Martin heard his breath catch. He turned slowly, so slowly, like he was working through the same fears as Martin, until he faced him fully and their eyes met. His clothes were soaked with blood, but his eyes were bright and alert—wide as saucers in shock, before his expression crumpled once more. “Martin,” he sobbed, reaching for him.

Something in Martin’s own chest dislodged as he reached back, and soon they were both crying in earnest. He pulled Jon up to him, marveling at each shuddering breath, pushing aside the ragged tear in his shirt to inspect the bloody skin underneath.

A single, thin scar lay over Jon’s heart, looking as though he’d had it for years. Martin’s stomach churned—I did that. Oh God, I gave him that.

Jon’s hands cupped his jaw, tilting his head up and away from the mark. “Don’t,” he whispered, “I asked you to. ‘S okay.”

It’s not, Martin wanted to scream, I killed you. You should hate me. I want you to hate me. His throat was too choked to let the words out, though, and he instead sobbed harder. Damn you. I love you. Why did you go against the plan? Don’t ever do that again. Leave before I hurt you even more. Stay with me, please, please.

Jon, wonderful Jon, simply cried with him, a solid weight in his lap that gently thumbed away his tears until finally, they began to subside. His thoughts were still roiling through his chest, but—Jon was here. He was alive. The rest could all come later.

Jon tipped their foreheads together. Martin leaned into the touch with a sniff.

“I love you,” Jon croaked.

Martin let out one last sob, nodding fervently. Me too. I love you too.

Jon seemed to understand.

He still asked, before kissing him. A hesitant “May I?” that reminded Martin of their first days in the safehouse, of that same shy question before Jon kissed him for the first time.

“Please,” Martin said, and Jon’s dry, gentle lips met his own. He tasted of salt, ash, and blood, and all the things Martin was certain he’d never get again. Martin kissed back like Jon might shatter, gripping his jacket like he might disappear, and time slipped away as he embraced the man he thought he’d lost for good.

His world was nothing more than this kiss.

(Neither noticed the twin footfalls passing. An amicable conversation stuttered with a “Hold on, Martin, did you see—?" A sheaf of papers fluttering loose-leaf to the ground.)

Parting for need of air, Martin took in the gorgeous sight of Jon’s private little smile, like they’d just shared a secret, tempered though it was with the burden of how they’d hurt each other, of what they’d done.

Martin didn’t care about that right now. Now, he simply wound his arms around Jon’s shoulders and smiled in turn. “I love you, Jon,” he said softly.

Jon’s smile caught, and his expression shifted—Martin thought for a moment he’d said something wrong, but Jon simply turned his head, looking at something down the way. What had caught his eye, Martin wondered, turning as well to look at…oh.

Two figures stood at the end of the shelves, staring back at them in shock. One was a tall, bespectacled woman with curly hair tied back into a high bun.

The other, blushing a furious shade of red, was a three-years-younger copy of himself. Whatever papers he’d been holding in his slack hands now lay scattered across the floor.

Oh, Martin thought distantly, finally taking in his surroundings. I know where we are.

[milkteamoon]

2023 fanfic review ✨

Meant to do a wrap up a few days ago but I got busy — so I'm doing it today! Here's a big long list of fics I read and enjoyed in 2023 (not all were published in 2023, but several were!). Ratings may vary, so please read the tags!

▷ Ask an Exec by shinyopals — (rated T, complete, 6/6) A series of posts to a workplace management advice form made by a particularly strange poster. This one was so fun to read along with, and Opal always nails it with the unique storytelling methods.

▷ And We Are Full of Stories to be Told by saintbleeding — (rated T, oneshot) a meeting somewhere else. Just...just read it. You'll like it, I promise.

▷ Particular by aza — (rated G, oneshot) Jon doesn't like anyone, but sometimes he likes this one. I love a good ace Jon fic.

▷ Stay Here Under My Tail by ravenxavier — (rated M, oneshot) after Jon's statement habits are discovered, him and Daisy take a ride. I love this fic's depiction of Jon and Daisy's relationship, with just the right amount of s4 anxiety.

▷ The Wounded and the Blessed by hihereami — (rated T, oneshot) an au set in the 1950s where a priest makes friends with a very lonely doctor. Y'all, the yearning in this fic...... literally left me staring at a wall for hours after finishing. A must read.

▷ Strange Manner by inkfingers_mcgee — (rated T, complete, 17/17) needing money, Martin signs up for a dubious app for blood donors and meets a very particular vampire in the process. Also kept up with this fic as it was coming out and had so much fun being tugged along for the ride. A great universe and a great lot of fun!

▷ A Measure Outside the Lines by rend_herring — (rated E, oneshot) after fleeing to Scotland, Jon and Martin navigate their post-Lonely relationship. I know there's a million safehouse fics out there, but this one is just...so sweet... There are so many lines I want to quote but I'd just end up quoting the whole fic haha.

▷ It Blooms by godshaper — (rated M, oneshot) Martin meets a mysterious stranger the day before his wedding. Fae au!! This one has a really fun universe and a deliciously excellent fast burn.

▷ On the Factual Particulars of the Death of Mrs. Blackwood by saintbleeding — (rated T, ongoing, 5/?) primarily sourced accounts from one Mr. Martin Blackwood regarding his new job at The Magnus Archives. This is a really fun victorian au that really nails the style and character voices.

▷ Sun in an Empty Room by transjon — (rated T, oneshot) the in between after the apocalypse. I love a romantic bad-ish end fic, and this one is very fun.

▷ Communion Past the Need of Speech by pieandsouffle — (rated G, oneshot) a hologram and a former borg drone have a lunch date. Star Trek au anyone?? Star Trek au.

▷ Gertrude is Still Around by occudo — (rated T, series) an au where Gertrude is still archivist and the archival crew members are her assistants. This one is technically a comic series but I'm putting it on this because it's my rec list and I can do what I want okay!!!!!!

[magicalbuttertarts]

AEW Masterlist

Surprise

Wheeler Yuta x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: none. Just extremely fluffy.

Requested by anonymous. Hope you like it.

From my previous account plentyoffandoms.

WC: 648

Paul - Wheeler Yuta

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

I was excited to see her face as she has no idea that I was coming back today. She knew I was close to coming back to work, but I kept telling her that I had another few months left until I could come back.

I let Jon, Bryan, and Claudio know that I was coming back, but I had them keep quiet about.

I knew Jon and Bryan would do okay with keeping me coming back a secret, but my main concern was Claudio. He tries to keep a secret, but he can not help but blurt it out.

I was on the phone with Bryan, who telling me that the three of them have been able to keep it a secret, but he has a feeling that Claudio is going to break soon.

"Jusy keep him quiet, and I will be there tomorrow. Better yet, keep him away from her." I told him. I knew Bryan would do everything he could to make the suprise goes off without a hitch.

He was the one to introduce me to her, and you could say the rest is history. Her and I have been inseparable ever since.

We became official after our first date, and I already plan on marrying her in the future.

I have an engagement ring already bought and in my hobby drawer in our shared condo. She never goes in there, so I never have to worry.

◆

I was hiding in the small closet that was in our dressing room. Everything was set. Jon and Claudio were going to do an interview with Renee, Bryan was going to be bringing her in to interrupt the interview, demanding that she be part the first and only female member of the BCC.

"I'm not sure if I want to be a member of the BCC. I have a good thing going on with Willow."

Now it was my turn to come out.

I flung open the closet door, and everyone looked at me, the camera turning to me. Renee was telling the audience what was going on.

Jon, Bryan, and Claudio, where standing there, two of them with smirks on their faces, and one with a huge smile on his face, slapping the arm of Bryan.

She was looking at me, her hands covering her mouth, her eyes searching mine to see silently ask me what was going on.

"I think it would be a wonderful idea if you joined us. You are just the right person who we have been looking for, and with me medically clear to wrestle again, this may be just the right time."

The camera panned to Renee as she announced that Wheeler Yuta was medically cleared to wrestle again.

She jumped into my arms, her hands gripping the sides of my face as she kissed me, and I kissed her back, my own arms wrapping around her waist.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?" She asked me as she pulled back, breaking our kiss.

"I wanted it to be a surprise." I told her.

She looked back at the Jon, Bryan and Claudio. Renee has gone as she has to get her other interviews done.

"And they were in on it?" She asked me.

"Yes. They helped get you here."

"And Claudio didn't tell me? I'm stunned." She teased.

"Hey!" Claudio said.

"You know you can't keep a secret Claudio." She said to him. Claudio was going to speak up, when Bryan clasped his shoulder.

"We got to get head to the ring. We go on soon." He said.

"I'll be right here Paul." She said to me.

"I'll be back as soon as I can." I kissed her, leaving her in our locker room.

Walking out to the Jon's entrance music, trying not to smile was hard, but I knew she was backstage, waiting for me.

Tag list: @lghockey @nicoleveno14 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @melissahausen @madhatterbri @faerieofthenightcourt @tahiri-veyla @crowleysqueenofhell

[head-archivist-mag-institute]

Hello. Tim, my archival assistant, has insisted I made one of these. My name is Jonathan Sims, I work as the Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute. I implore you to ask questions or tell me anything relevant to my work via the 'askbox'

Ask away.

Hey! New askblog, woaahhh..

(asks are open, please send in asks! i will be drastically less active from hours 8-3 on accounts of school and all)

RULES

No nsfw directed towards Jon or me, the mod, as Jon is asexual and I am a minor.

Romantic asks are okay, he just wont respond positively. Yes, including you, Martin. (subject to change)

OCs and other rp blogs are allowed! This includes crossovers!

OTHER

The four archival crews accounts are split between me and my friend. @mart1n-k-blackwood @s4sha-james @bigmanst0ker

This one takes place sometime season 1, nothing bad has happened yet. Maybe nothing bad will happen.

pfp is by @/circus0shifter

Jon uses he/him and talks like

this

mod uses he/xe and talks normally.

P.S. mod talks in tags a lot, if theres generally ooc talk in the tags and theres no /ooc it is 100 percent me.

[witchinatree]

making a list of my favorite quote/ones that stuck with me from each season 1 episode because i feel like it

(i'm starting this after episode 4 but it will be a WHILE before i post it)

episode 1: "bones are a lie peddled by Big Milk" - alice

i love this one because it's a great introduction to alice i think. also it radiates spiral so i hope we get avatar alice not dead alice (isnt there a podcast called alice isnt dead?)

episode 2: "If I wanted to clear the canvas, I would have used turpentine." - statement

this one was just fucking powerful and caught me so off guard like 😶

episode 3: "What would I do without her?" - statement

the norris statement <3 it feels like martin asking what he would do without jon which makes mag200 a lot sadder and i love them

episode 4: "Perhaps you shall prove a stronger will than I, and will yet find it within yourself to destroy this hungry thing of wood and cat-gut." - statement

augustus sighting #1 and we immediately get jonah magnus expressing that it may be possible for gwen bouchard unknown family member to overcome the eye's hunger spooky violin

episode 5: "Voyeur needs to be seen to be believed." - statement

i feel like this one is pretty reflective of how the seasons gonna go? like if you explain the events of tma (mag200 specifically) no one's gonna believe you, it must be seen to be believed!! and also seen!! like the eye!!!

episode 6: "Not sca- This isn’t some poxy blood test, some little pinprick, this is hundreds, thousands of razor sharp points pushing into your flesh." - needles

i love needles so much and i thought this was really funny because it was like "you dont find me scary!! what the fuck!!!" just kind of toddler michael energy

episode 7: "It’s not like we’re wrestling with tape recorders and manila folders." - celia

STOP IT. celia you can't say that you just cannot!!!!!! you Know™ too much maam i cant with you

episode 8: "Pleasure to meet you both. I’m Gerry!"

RAGHHHHH OH MY GOD GERRY!!!! i love him so much and idk how to handle him being alive in the tmagp universe!! gertrude too but idk we got so much of her in tma and not nearly enough of gerry

episode 9: "And honestly, it’s kind of compelling by this point." - sam

they got him 😔😔 the horrors got sam 😔😔 also i found this to be an interesting contrast to jon's heavy resistance in season 1 like he was being compelled but he wasn't going to let anyone know that vs sam "its kinda compelling to trauma dump on this paperwork :]" how is he somehow even more victim material

episode 10: "Gosh you’re sexy, here’s a twenty for your trouble.” - alice

does this count as a quote if shes also quoting what she thinks sam should say? idk anyway i love her i would say that to her if given the chance and it was very silly. i will not be addressing bonzo i am scared.

episode 11: "...Thank you, Alice" - gwen

dyhard dyhard dyhard dyhard dyhard. okay also, the way she CRUMBLED at the idea of anyone doing anything nice for her please someone give her a hug and let it be ME. this series is tossing me back and forth between sam & alice (what is their ship name) and dyhard but this put me back to dyhard

episode 12: "You know it's rude to have absolutely no game?" - alice

she's so fucking funny i need her to be okay so badly!!!! i don't think even tim made me laugh as much as she makes me chuckle and this one really got me. it's hard to write such a comedic character in a podcast since you only have the voice but they really nailed it i adore her

episode 13: "Is it my fault?" - gwen

each of these episodes just reveal a little bit more about how loving and soft gwen is and idk i love her so unbelievably much so seeing that she felt guilt about the bonzo stuff just made her so much more real :(

episode 14: "Christ, they’re in the walls…" - statement

theyre in the walls!!! theyre in the goddamn walls!!!!! anyway that got me because i realized the hole before the statement said it. made more sad than scared tbh

episode 15: "Babies are cool!" - alice this entire interaction between her and sam & celia was so awkward, she is so obvious and i love her anyway

episode 16: "It’s not like I was holding doors open for Mr Bonzo or anything." - gwen my wife is so so so stupid but i adore her AND this gives room for character development. i wish she did not do that though. i love when characters are flawed and have depth but i struggled to get past THIS flaw of hers

episode 17: "Thanks, I guess. Not exactly the same, though, is it?" - celia shes talking TO JON IN THE COMPUTER. SHE KNOWS. i lost my damn mind i love her i love her. get the gay people out of the puter please queen

episode 18: "Why would I need to talk to you? Your work is satisfactory. Unless you have a work-related issue I could assist you with?" - lena solidified my opinion that lena is the best boss to ever have, i adore her and i would want to work for her if she wasn't the boss of Creepy Establishment #1

episode 19: "You’re going to throw it in the fishtank, aren’t you?" - alice colin's behavior is like really worrying BUT i'm glad he's back. i was not convinced he was still alive

episode 20: "I suppose it’s too late for remorse, isn’t it? And why should I be sorry? This is what I deserve!" - ink5oul/statement they reminded me of jon a lot, like especially his season 3/4 transformation when he doesn't quite know everything but he knows he isn't who he was in season 1 anymore, i hope we see more of their life and they can be helped :(

episode 21: [Tape Recorder Bites Ink5oul] - audio description i know it's not technically a quote but this is just so fucking funny. why does it have teeth. what does this mean for the lore. holy shit.

episode 22: "Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood" - celia. knawing at the walls of my enclosure i am so not okay. i'm not okay. wtf. wtf. wtf. they're real. wtf.

episode 23: "I had a favorite mug. It said “love you, bitch” and had a picture of a drunk dog on it." - alice. okay i just love this entire interaction because gwen got to open up a little bit and my dyhard heart is so full

episode 24: "I am told that children like me, and I’ve always held the opinion that the world would be a better place if everyone just thought more." - basira. once again this whole interaction was so fun but like idk i loved hearing basira somewhat happy and in a safe place :] my wife <3

episode 25: " I am trying to help, to save us from this goddamned fucking nightmare machine!" - colin. MAN I REALLY WAS ROOTING FOR YOU!!! I WAS SO CONFIDENT YOU WEREN'T GONNA DIE!!!! it's over

episode 26: "I was worrying for a moment that you were Magnussing." - alice. MAGNUSSING BEING CANON MADE ME SAY IT EVEN MORE I'VE SAID IT LIKE TWICE ALREADY

episode 27: "You didn’t tell me the room was labelled, “Archivist.”" - celia. oooooh somebody's got TRAUMAAAAA LMAO

episode 28: "So you’re telling me you know nothing about an OIAR external contract being found with the bodies of two tattooed thugs who met rather grisly ends?" - TREVOR HERBERT???? anyway. ink5oul mention!!!!! i hope they stop killing people it's really rude

episode 29: "Alice, er… we’ve got to talk. It’s important." - teddy. i knew it was over for him but i didn't think it was gonna be THIS bad??? bye babe i guess??? 😭

episode 30: how do i even pick. the whole fucking episode. i can't. i am in a state of shock. i need to lay down for 30 years.

[zabala0z]

Eughhhiffugi my legs hurt. Walked around college with my mom today because she got accepted so woooo!! Anyways, welcome back to me saying “huh???” To TMA S2. I’m your host, you know me, I’ve been posting for the past month 🫶🫶

MAG 67: Burning Desire

Oh my god Agnes. This further proves my theory that she’s probably not evil???? Like I think she does sone bad stuff like kissing the guy and permanently scarring his face for life but like…she kinda cried?? Also that woman told her something about being “released” so I think it’s like some kind of curse? But Agnes shook her head so I don’t know. Maybe it was about being like spiritually bound to that tree or something

MAG 68: The Tale of a Field Hospital

Unironically, this is my favorite minor character in The Magnus Archives. Joseph Russo is such a fanboy and I love it. He was all “and I know Illuminati exists but you don’t have to tell me 😏” like god I’m howling. So sad he’s dead.

The whole…death and disease has been pretty prominent in this season as well. Mostly spiders as we’ll see but there’s like a shit ton of illness themes. Also Amherst appearance. Whether it’s the same or a different person, Amherst seems to have disease and gross shit follow him around. Like the ants in an earlier episode and that old persons home in Taken Ill. Gross. Ew. Gross.

ALSO “she seemed far too tall” yeah no shit. I’m literally screaming at my phone please I’m begging you Jon to figure it out

For MAG 69: Great more spiders. My only connection to anything is just the fact there are spiders and that’s been appearing a lot. Also poor Martin, trying to keep everything together 💀

Not much to say in “Book of the dead” but I liked it a lot. Another book. Surprisingly not Jurgen Leitners. Did not think that was possible.

For MAG 71, I don’t have many connections, again, but it was weird that Karolina was so…calm, giving her testimony?? Like usually when people give their statements in the moment, they sound pretty panicked, especially during the more scarier parts but she was flat throughout the whole thing. I’m guessing she’s keeping something hidden from the story and something happened to her. Maybe she got “replaced” y’know like with Sasha. Or maybe she’s entirely made of dirt. I mean she was pretty dry

Sorry.

Anyways, someone is living down in the tunnels. I would say it’s Gertrude because maybe she faked her death to hide from people but they did find her body. Well Martin did and then the police. But who knows.

Okay that’s everything. Not many revelations but I noticed I’m getting close to the end of season 2! Very exciting. I hope Michael pops up again. Just so I can hear it’s creepy ass voice

[im-secretly-a-frog]

hihi you like the magnus archives. I know this I see you rebloging magnus archives stuff. I cannot look at the stuff because I am only up to season three. I have blocked tags about it so I don't get spoliers but tumblrs filtering system is not great. ALSO WHY DID YOU REBLOG SOMETHING ABOUT JON AND MARTIN BEING DEAD WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO THEM PLEASE DONT TELL ME I DONT WANT SPOILERS BUT AHHHH

anyways all i can think about is the Magnus archives and every time I see stuff about it on my tumblr feed, even when its filtered I want to look at it so badly but I cant :( I JUST WANT TO ENGAGE IN THE FANDOM BUT I HAVE TO FINISH LISTENING FIRST!!!

I need to talk about it with people and since the sickness has prevented me from infodumping to my friend on our walk to school I am attacking you with this ask. I hope this is okay :)

Oh my god I actually love TMA!!! I can't talk about it much with my friends because they're not really into podcasts. I won't spoil anything for you, all I'll say is that you're probably going to love the next two seasons.

Also, anyone who wants to feel free to send me asks about whatever, I love receiving these!!

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As a child, I was terrified of things I didn’t understand. Surrealist paintings, nightmares, even cartoon logic on TV shows filled me with this… inescapable dread.

I liked my own reality just fine because it was predictable. Safe. Unlike the recurring dreams I had. They were predictable but they were, in no way, safe.

There was always a door. I’d always walk through, and it was like reality collapsed in on me. It was like I was being unraveled, unmade and restructured until I couldn’t even understand myself.

The dreams have been occurring for as long as I can remember. I’m starting to see the door in the waking world; it always looks different but I know it’s the same.

My head is spinning now. Nothing feels right. I’m looking in the mirror and I don’t recognize the face staring back at me.

Please. For the love of god. Help me.

Uh, right, so... should I, uh— Okay. Statement of... random internet stranger submitted through Tumblr dot com. Read aloud under duress by @timothy-stoker-experience. Here goes nothing then. I hope this works for your sake, boss.

There are quite a few things that stand out to me about this statement, t̪h͇̍in̼̉gs̰̅ I͍̝̕ r͍e̱m̀e͉̓̃m̛ber̙ f͕ͮr̦om̳ͭ B̹ͫ́eͦf̿o̴̟͢r̤͓eͅ, actually. The pattern of things being not as they seem, the creeping terror that seems to spin and twist around the statement giver is familiar. T̶̜̿h͓̱̒ȇ̱ m̱̈́e̺͉͟n̗̫̯t͖ͮ̏i̠̰͆ö͖́ṅ͆ of͍ͪ̍ a door is all to̡̯̭o̪̹ f_̛͙́a̵̧̳m͇̓͗iliar, though my perspective of doors has shifted as much as my perspective on reflections.

I remember the terror inflicted upon me from Before as w̯̞͒e̵ͨ w̹eré̟ f̢̱̽o͔̪͜rč̓ȅ͋͂d th̛͙̽r̜ͧ̽ough the ḏoͤor tö́ wanḑ̣̗er͈ ēn͈̍d̦̽̉lesͨͅsͯly͝ t͊̒͜w̒istin͈͙̬g̟ͧ̉ ẖ͐ͬallways, all in search of a way to help you, Jon. I remember how awful it felt after M̠̑a̜͓͉rṱi͇n̮͝͞ a͎͕̲n͇̑dͦ̒̅ Į h͆ͧad manag̖͌́ed t͈̻ͥȯͮ̃ e̺̎̎s̈́͝ca̦pe the curvature of the passageways, managing to find a door to leap through. The fear we all felt when you’d gone MIA after… s̬̬̯ȏ̧̉me̘̍̎thi̛̪͠n̦͌g h̝ͧad͓͐̉ g̜one̳ͦ a̰ͪ͝ẁr̒̈́y̩̪͜ iͧ́͝n̋ your offi͔c̢̳e̝͈.̥̝̊ How I’d longed for you to come back so I wouldn’t have to worry about that door opening again, or c͈͆o͍͙̟n̻ţ̬̩i̯̯͊n̟͚̗u̝̱ͅë́ feedi͎n̤͊ͅğ̓ into th̝ăť̶̫ e̦̹͛vil m͆̐ä͗n’s͖ m̆a̩ć̥̻ẖ̄ͨi̓n̾aťions. I had a right to be angry, all things considered, but I’m glad that I— We, have moved past it, together.

Still, the fact that M̦͊iͤch̵̔̈aeḷ̂̐ ṙͫ͡è̗́s̡̡ͥcư͖ͩeͫͤ͝dͧ m͍̬ͩe͛ v͙̜̌ia a̦ͨ do͆̆or makes me wonder if it could be so bad in every case. There’s something inherently less threatening about a door (perhaps due to my own biases) when compared to the doorway itself, if that makes sense. Ä́̅ cl̀oͤ̀s̵̈ed d̎͡oͨȯ͟r̾̀̅ iͧs̪͛ so͉ s̝imila̱r̂̎ to a mirr͆o̫̓̿r̃ if you think about it, things lurking on both sides respectively, with the main difference being that the door won’t cast your reflection in most cases. A doorway, on the other hand, represents the possibility of an in between space. I d͓̩͓r̞͌̀e͖̓ͮąͮ̆dͥ͗͝ t̘ͤ͠o͉ͅ think of wh͓ͩ͟a̴t̔̀͊ woul̻d oc̕c̦̉͆upͣy̖̟̋ a̰̣ͮ s͊paç͈e be_twͥe̥͂͟e̡̤͐n͖.

Tͅh͙ͪͪe̎̃ͪ dͤ̂rͨeams appe͉ar̜̣ w̸orͫṱ̓h męͪnti͞o̥ͪn̙ͧin̘͈̆g͗̇͜ I feel, seems significant somehow. Either that or I’m overthinking this, it made me think of the dreams that Martin has, or the dreams Michael has mentioned. I’m not sure, I was usually the field guy, anͩd̵̥̒ i̵̿̀t̷̵̮̫̍̔’͍̝̃s̥̚ n̶̬̽o̺̞̔t_ any more c̴͉̪ơ̻̇m̨fo̯͚rtab_l͍̓͡e̊ r̵̡̖e̍̍͡a͆ding a staṭ̴̴e̴̹͍m̱̫͢e̥̮̖ǹ͓t̗̩ͪ n̠̝̜ow than it͑ͫ ŵ̴̬a͍̫͝ṡ̑͟ tͤ̒͡hen.

For the wellbeing of the individual who submitted this statement, I sincerely hope that you started to s͐̌͞e̮͠e͍̮ yͭ͋òur͔̄ r͛͊ĕ͔͑fl͖e̋̔ction clearly again. It’s not a pleasant experience to not recognize the person looking back at you in the mirror, let alone an even less pleasant experience w̢ͪ͊h̡̊é̦n̢̞ͅ yoͪ͑̋u r̖̝͔e̽͊͝cog͊nize̼ y͋ourṣ͎e͍̜lf̅ͩͦ bͨ̏͡u̺t spir͔ͤä́͂l i̿̂ͅn͆to… Even worse thoughts. I can tell you that unreality is no better than reality with confidence, at least reality offers the illusion of safety.

Ĭ̦̈’̵̭͑m͕͔͢ n̢ͤ͘e̷̞͟v͇͢͟e̖͍r go̸̮ͧi͕̋ͯn̹̆̀g̡ to get used̈ͮ̆ t̙ͪ͐ȏ̑ͯ r̺͗̂è̮̼a̢͎͞d̟͍ing these t̵̎͠ḣ̤͜i̵̻̭ng̝̉s.

[amazingmsme]

Like Magic

AN: So this is a bit of a different spin on the prompt, but anything to write more TMA! Idk how the rest of this month is shaping out to look like for me, but I’m gonna try to finish things. Please be patient as I try to finish these fics. Here’s my fic for day 18!

Martin rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time as Tim droned on about how such great friends he apparently was with one Jonathan Sims. Of course he wasn't buying any of it. But that didn't mean he wouldn't play along.

"Wow, ya don't say?" Martin said breathily, sarcasm still evident.

"Yup! He even said so himself!" Tim proudly proclaimed. Martin raised his brows in shock.

"He said that you are the funniest one here?" he asked skeptically. Tim scoffed.

"Why'd you say that like it's hard to believe?"

Martin shrugged. "B-because it is! I mean, it's Jon we're talking about. Does... does he even have a sense of humor?"

Tim shook his head with an amused chuckle. "Oh Martin, always so naive. Everyone has a sense of humor if you know what tickles their funny bone," he winked, nudging him with his elbow.

"Yeah but, he just doesn't seem like the giddy type," he reasoned.

"Well, you just don't know Jon like I do. What can I say? We have an unspoken bond between us. I can make him crack up with a single look," he boasted, and that was where Martin called it.

"Oh you can not!"

"Wanna bet?" he asked with a crooked grin, wiggling his eyebrows at him. Martin opened his mouth but abruptly snapped it shut when Jon walked into the break room. Tim also shut up, hands shoved in his pockets. Jon looked between them and snorted, walking to the counter.

"If you're going to talk behind my back, I suggest making it less apparent," he casually teased.

"N-no, it's nothing like that!" Martin assured him.

"I was just telling Martin what great friends we are!"

"Hm, that's news to me." Jon barely hid his smirk  at the way Tim cried out indignantly.

"Ouch. I'm hurt Jon. You hurt me," he said, pointing an accusing finger. Jon grinned smugly, turning back to the kettle. He poured himself a cup as Tim walked back to the couch, flopping down next to Martin with a pout. Martin looked about as smug as Jon.

"What?" he snapped.

"You're so full of it," he said softly, an amused smile firmly in place. Tim shoved his shoulder.

"Oh sod off! You know, that last part was actually true," he said, and something in his voice seemed genuine enough for Martin to feel inclined to believe him.

"Really?" he asked, casting a quick glance Jon's direction. Tim followed it, nodding.

“Oh yeah. It’s a little magic power of mine,” he bragged, wiggling his fingers in a twinkly magic kind of way. Martin snorted in amusement.

“Magic, okay, sure,” he said with a roll of his eyes.

“Oh you don’t believe me? Here, I’ll prove it,” he said matter of factly. He hopped to his feet, sauntering over to the counter next to Jon. He looked over his shoulder at Martin, smug smirk already in place. He turned his attention to Jon, leaning his hip against the countertop.

“So how’s your day been so far?” he asked casually. Jon snorted.

“The same as every other damn day, what do you think?” When he looked up from adding the smallest amount of sugar to his tea, he froze like a deer in headlights.

Tim was giving him The Look. The one he always gave him before he pounced and turned him into a hysterical mess. His eyes were glowing with mischievous intent, deviously smug smirk peaking out from behind his mustache. Jon took a step back, a nervous grin already tugging at his lips. He glanced over at Martin- oh God, he was going to do it in front of Martin! He looked at Tim with wide eyes, shaking his head. His smile stretched ear to ear and quite literally lit up the room. Martin stared on in shock, a faint blush dusting his cheeks at the sight of their boss looking so adorable.

“Tim-“ Jon started, hoping to negotiate his way out of this.

“You sure it’s just another boring day?” he asked, cutting him off. When he wiggled his eyebrows at him, Jon giggled, actually giggled, bumping into the corner of the fridge when he backed up further.

“Tim I swear-“

“What? I’m just asking about your day. You seem to be rather chipper, thought I’d see what that’s all about,” he teased further. Jon was starting to visibly flush, and he was at a loss for words.

“Oh you bastard,” he huffed, turning away. Tim stepped in front of him.

“Where did this hostility come from? I think someone ought to teach you some manners,” he said, winking at him. Jon felt his blood run cold.

He turned to run, but Tim hooked an arm around his waist, immediately digging his fingers in his sides. Jon doubled over, choking back laughter that still forced its way out through quick bursts of giggles, snorts, and uncharacteristic shrieks. Martin was in awe.

But he couldn’t let himself look or act as lovestruck as he felt, so he just sat there in shock.

“Tihihim! Wha- whahahat dihid I dohoho?” he asked through an onslaught of helpless snickers. Tim brought his other hand into the fray, kneading his sides like a cat making biscuits. Jon snorted, knees buckling when devious hands made contact with his ribs. Those torturous fingers prodded every space between the bones, leaving him sputtering through laughter.

“Oh nothing, nothing at all. You just looked like an easy target,” he reasoned and Jon whined. He found the uppermost ribs and Jon arched his back with a giggly squeal.

Tim only kept at it for a while longer before he released him. He gave Jon a pat on the back as he caught his breath. Tim looked over at Martin and flashed a wide, cocky grin.

“See, what’d I tell ya? Magic,” he said with a grand flourish, making Martin snort in amusement. And if he noticed the way Jon was slowly creeping up behind Tim, fingers flexed and ready to strike, well, he didn’t say anything.

Where would be the fun in that?

[magnetarmadda]

Happy @jonsimsandcats day! I'd wanted to write a new fic for today, but alas, the chronic illnesses are Illnessing, and so instead, I have for you a small collection of ideas @artificialdaydreamer and I have dreamt up and some snippets to accompany them. They are: 1. Sasha the comforter, 2. Sasha gets a new cat tower, and 3. Sasha can talk (under the cut)

You can find the published Sasha cat au fics on ao3, and I hope more will join them soon!

1. Sasha the comforter

Jon's had a bad week, really. The whole thing could go in the bin, but it was today in particular that made things seem so grim. How does someone get over an apocalypse? Jon still doesn't know, and whenever his students make mention of their scant memories of the experience, his guilt climbs high into his throat and makes a home there. Sasha makes a small chirping noise as they near the front door, and he offers her a small pat as he reaches for his key. The door closes behind him, he sets his bag down, he feeds Sasha and puts her on the floor, and then he's suddenly in his bed, crying. It's been happening more and more lately, which is supposedly a good thing, according to his therapist. But that doesn't stop the guilt--the guilt for freeing the Fears, for saving himself and Martin, for starting to be happy. And talking to Martin about this is very hard, because Martin doesn't believe the damning of an untold number of souls is really Jon's fault. It is Jon's fault, of course, but he appreciates that Martin's love convinces him otherwise. He really does, but it's usually better to have this self-pitying cry before Martin gets home. Sasha barrels into the room, full speed ahead, and climbs into his lap, and isn't that a prime example of the love, kindness, and happiness he doesn't deserve? "Sasha, no," he says softly, rubbing his nose on his sleeve as he gently pushes her away with the other hand. "Sasha, you're too little, I'll hurt you." She gives a tiny but ferocious meow and leaps into his lap again, this time climbing his shirt and making her home in his pocket again, purring so hard, he can feel the reverberation in his chest. He pauses, his sobs temporarily stopped in confusion and heartbreak, then says, "I know you want to help, but I don't want to squish you, darling." "MEOW!!" "Okay okay!" And he's laughing now, tears streaming down his cheeks, but somehow, the guilt feels a little lighter.

2. Sasha gets a new cat tower, and she's adorable

"Jon, that's not really going to fit in our flat," Martin says, but he's laughing. He's just gotten home from the shops, and Jon is almost entirely through building Sasha's new cat tower. "Martin, my love, it's already fitting in the flat," he says without emotion, gesturing to the obvious piece of furniture in their living room. "Not very well," his husband says, still laughing. "I'm not sure where you and I are supposed to sit or stand." Jon refuses to acknowledge that, instead placing the final flower bed on the top of the last tower and beginning the process of screwing it into place. He says, "You ordered this one, not me." Sasha, as always, has impeccable timing, and chooses this moment to venture out from the bedroom to survey her new throne, interrupting Martin before he tries to protest his online shopping choices. She pauses to let Martin bend down to pet her and offer her some sweet words before she makes her way to the new cat condo. She sniffs around the bottom very deliberately, taking each piece in turn, before she rapidly climbs the middle column, right up to where Jon has finished assembling it. "Does it meet your standards, my darling?" She bumps his hand for attention, and then flops onto her tiny side, emitting a little squeak and rubbing her face on a flower petal. "I think it does," Jon says to Martin, sweaty from the effort of building the tower but extremely pleased.

3. Sasha can talk...sort of. This last one doesn't have any real writing attached to it yet, but I love the idea so much, so here you go

Sasha's a little older now, and Jon learns that actually yes he can talk to her. It starts off small, where it seems more like she and Jon are having conversations where he's speaking aloud and she's meowing back. Then one day, he actually hears her answer a question as "No" and goes "MARTIN DID YOU HEAR THAT SHE SAID NO!" Martin: "Uh, she meowed?" Then it builds up to where, as she grows over a few months, she's much like a toddler in that her speech capabilities also grow. "The fucking Eye is useful for something here at least," Jon grumbles. "I love you, Dad," Sasha meows back, and Jon's eyes tear up

[klm-zoflorr]

"remember when I said I didn't have anything interesting to add" at the end of a goddamn tag essay is funny as shit. anyway I'm mentally rotating the concept of elias inserting himself into Jon's s5 statements now. oughgh

Sometimes the spirit of the blorbos possesses me to write tag essays... These are the good days. You don't want to be near me on the bad days

Okay because this is. This is a great concept. Right??? That poor unsuspecting victim turns the corner and then. Boom. ELIAS. Maybe at first it's just descriptions. Then he starts talking, oh god, and what he's saying become longer and longer and more personal. Then it starts becoming JUST Elias. He's SO invasive. He's watching. Uhhh i think he knows we're coming martin.

Oh, fuck this. You know what i said about worse days? Thats one. I'm having a blast. Writoing be upon ye.

***

It wasn't much, at first. A familiar face in the crowd, someone out of place, blink and you miss it.

Jon doesn't think he was in the cabin. But then again, it wasn't really a statement, was it? Wasn't a piece of the terror he and his God feed upon now. But maybe he was. Ever Watching that he is.

He does remember the first time he noticed, because something struck him as odd. Something that wasn't quite... Right. Someone that shouldn't be there, did not have any purpose there.

Alexei feels his knees start to buckle as he sees his comrades stagger out of the cloud. Their melting teeth flow down their faces like tears, and their limbs begin to fold and collapse as the bones within them liquefy. Among them, there is a man standing there like a mirage, tall and smiling, untouched by any of the slaughter. But then there is a bright light swallowing all, and the loudest sound he will ever hear, and Alexei turns and starts to flee.

***

She's sitting, nailed to an incomfortable wooden chair. But her pins aren't metal, oh no, far worse. They're eyes, all sorts of colors and shapes and sizes and textures and wetness, peering at her from above and sideways and below. She wants to screw her eyes shut just to pretend that's not happening, but she finds with horror that she does not have lids anymore.

There is a strange man sitting in the other chair.

"Oh God, where am I, who are you?"

"I'm Jonah Magnus."

He's smiling, and it's all kinds of wrongs. She gets the feeling he is so, so pleased to be able to say this, although she doesn't understand why -how could she? Just a cog in the machine, and ignorant creature driven to her slaughter.

"What have you done to me, where am I, how do I make this stop?" She cries, because it hurts, being stared at, pierced by this otherworldly gaze that never ceases.

He wipes a tear from her face almost gently, almost paternally. His touch leaves pupils blossoming in its wake, a blessing from someone that does not wish her good.

"Don't cry, it won't stop your nightmare. Nothing can, because that's what your life is now."

[q-is-attempting-to-write-stuff]

It's my turn with the time travel trope! Except, I have no clue how to explain how the time travel happened, and this will likely remain a one-shot, but still, I wanted to write one!

It takes place after episode 200, Jon and Martin somehow appear back in season one while Martin is living in the Archives.

~

Tim was an early bird, so, like most mornings, he was the first into the archives. He greeted Rosie as he passed her desk and traveled down the stairs to the basement, walking through the narrow hallway and into the door at the very end.

He was humming as he walked in but stopped silent, dead in his tracks, when he saw the heap of what seemed to be two people huddled together on the carpet.

One layed, completely limp, in the lap of the other, who was leaning over the first with his arms wrapped around him.

The first figure blinked open his eyes, slowly waking up, seeming dazed and groaning in pain. Tim recognized him instantly.

"M- Martin?" He sputtered in complete shock. His hair was duller, with a few white streaks running through it, and he seemed smaller, somehow, than the Martin Tim knew, but it was still unmistakably him.

Martin's head whipped around to look at Tim. Yep, it was definitely Martin. Like his hair, his eyes were a slightly duller blue, and his glasses were slightly cracked, and he had tear stains running down his cheeks.

"Tim?" Martin all but shouted, sounding just as surprised. "What are - I mean - how are you even -?" He turned his gazed down at the man in his arms and gasped.

The man was still unconscious, with a large blood stain on the chest of his shirt and, seemingly, more blood on his hands.

Tim almost recognized him as well - his hair, though longer and more gray; his face, though covered in small circular scars, along with what seemed to be a burn scar on one cheek; and he was covered head to toe in eyes - but, he looked shockingly similar to Jon.

Martin was now crying and whispering something that sounded desperate and pleading, something along the lines of "Please wake up" - though, Tim couldn't quite make out what he was saying - over and over as he cupped the man's face in his hand, that was also stained with blood. Martin seemed to notice the stain on the man's shirt and quickly un-buttoned it to see the wound.

To both his and Tim's surprise, there was no wound. Then, the man's eyes fluttered open.

"Jon," Martin breathed, voice filled with relief, as he brought his hand back up to the man's face. "You're alive!"

"Y-yes," the man - Jon - 's voice was hoarse, "and you're here, too." He, too, began to cry, reaching his own hand up to hold Martin's face.

Martin leaned down and pulled Jon into a hug, and they sobbed in one another's arms.

Martin pulled back, "I - I thought -"

"Yeah," Jon cut him off, then a sad smile spread across his face, and his voice broke a little, "but we're okay."

"Yeah," Martin said, smiling down at him as well. He pulled Jon into a kiss, and they sat, smiling fondly at one another for quite a while.

Then, Jon's smile faded, and he asked, "Where - where are we?"

Martin looked up and gazed at the room. "The Archives?" He said, a bit surprised. Then he locked eyes with Tim, once again.

"Oh!" Martin stammered as if he'd forgotten he was there, "Tim, right! You're - You're here? You're alive!"

Tim stared down at the two of them, at Martin's smiling face and Jon look of complete confusion, and eventually managed to push the words, "Who are you?" from his mouth.

"Tim, it's us, Martin a- and Jon," Martin said, still smiling.

"No," Tim was shaking now, "No. Nope. You are not. You are not Jon, and you are not Martin. Who are you?"

Martin's smile dropped.

"Tim, it's alright, i-it's us," Jon said, beginning to sit up more, but remaining in Martin's lap.

"Jon doesn't look like that," Tim said hesitantly.

"I know it's been a while, but it is us."

"No, I saw the real Jon yesterday. So, who are you?" Tim demanded again.

"What? No. We haven't seen you in at least a year. I mean - not since the unknowing, and we thought you were dead!"

Tim began to laugh nervously and took a few steps back.

"Alright," he said, his voice beginning to shake, "I don't know what this is - or who you are - but you need to get out, or I'm going to call the police."

"Wha- I mean, are they even going to come?" Martin asked nervously.

"Is everything back to normal?" Jon's voice was filled with hope and anxiety.

"'Back to normal'? " Tim repeated, clearly confused.

"Yes. Did the world turn back?"

"'Back'?" Tim repeated again.

"Yes," Jon seemed to be growing impatient. "Is it fixed? The fears - are they gone?"

"I don't know what you're on about, but you need to leave," Tim, by this point, had almost made it to the door.

Just then, Jon - another Jon, one who seemed much more put together and didn't have any scars across his face - walked in the room, staring intently at something on his phone. He stopped when he nearly ran into Tim, then looked to the Jon and Martin sitting on the floor.

"Martin? What's going on? And who is that?" He asked, refering to the Jon in Martin's arms. Then, his eyes grew wide as he looked at the blood on each of them and the eyes covering the other Jon.

Martin looked to his Jon, "Jon, what's going on?"

Jon just stared in confusion at all the people in front of him, then seemed to gather his thoughts.

"Just, hold on a second," grumbled, then closed his eyes (well, the two on his face - the rest that covered him remained open) and static began to buzz throughout the room.

"Right," Jon said, opening the two eyes on his face and turning to Martin, "It's April twenty-second... 2016."

"What?" Martin sputtered, then laughed nervously, "No, this all started - or, the world ended, or whatever - eighteenth of October in 2018, Jon!"

"I know, Martin," Jon's voice now seemed to be getting a bit frustrated, "we must've traveled with the fears and gotten pulled into some weird time travel nonsense." Jon brought his hand up and rubbed his eyes, wincing a bit.

Martin wrapped an arm around him. "Are you alright?" He asked softly.

"Fine," Jon grumbled. He brought his hand down, but his eyes remained shut. "Goodness, I've got a splitting headache."

Martin hummed in concern.

"Sorry -" Tim interrupted ,"- The world ended?"

Jon sighed.

"Yes," he said flatly, "And we'll explain everything. Just give me a moment."

Jon once again shut his eyes, presumably to Know something again, but the static was interrupted by another person entering the room.

Dressed in his PJs, gripping a small bag and a bundle of clothes in his hands, and rubbing sleep from his eyes, another Martin was walking from the direction of document storage.

This Martin was brighter. His hair had no white, and his eyes were a deep blue. He, even though he'd just woken up, seemed significantly less tired than the Martin on the floor.

He froze about two feet away from the others in the room. His mouth hung slightly open as he looked from a standing Jon to a much more disheveled Jon, who was also sitting in the lap of a man who looked a lot like himself.

He looked a moment longer between the four people in front of him before snapping his mouth shut and muttering a disbelieving "Right, yeah... sure" and walking out of the room.

[iris-echos]

(Take this with a grain of salt bc i havent listened to tmagp 7 yet) (also please don't spoil it in the reblogs or replies without a warning)

Also SPOILERS FOR ALL OF TMA ESPECIALLY THE LAST SEASON AND FOR TMAGP EPISODE 1-6

Okay so going along with the whole chester is jon, norris is martin, and augustus is jonah theory ive seen a lot of people talk/make jokes about how norris' cases have themes of love and loss and whatever and how chester's are just "get the FUCK away from the Magnus Institute".

Which i personally interpreted as martin warning the oira employees of what theyll lose if they get into this stuff and jon (especially taking personal screening into consideration) going full stop "fuck off. You have the option to quit so do it and get a normal job" aka trying to tell them to just not get involved

Augustus on the other hand, his only case pretty closely resembled the style of the original statements in tma

My thought is that jonah is trying to figure out whos been marked by what fear already and that his goal is to make another archivist and achieve another watchers crown

(I dont know if its possible or if it'll happen but i think its jonah's plan)