#tma fluff

[hemi-demi]

Alex in the opening of the first TMA fluff episode:

"Hey, we know times are tough. Here's a little break from the terrible reality with some soft content, so you can take a breath and just relax a while."

Alex in the opening of the first TMAGP fluff episode:

"Hewwo, you sick degenerate fucks. This is a callout post. I've seen your fluffy sins, and I'm gonna make damn sure you feel shame about them. Here's some tea uwu. Enjoy listening to your new scrungly blorbos have a brief moment of levity just to make their inevitable torment that much more painful for you. Yum!"

[cult-of-the-eye]

JMART ICE SKATING DATE AH

Martin is weirdly good, like immediately picks it up

Jon is TERRIFIED for his life, that man is holding on to the railing for dear life and Martin zooms past like ...u ok? And Jon's like DEAR GOD NO

Jon loses his balance horrifically and sees his life flash before his eyes and then immediately gets off the rink

Martin buys him a sympathy hot chocolate (with oat milk cause he's lactose intolerant) which Jon attempts to deny but Martin has perfected his desi aunty persuasion skills so Jon drinks it and they're happy

[springypaws]

I’m a hardcore Jon-is-wretched-at-making-tea truther

A couple of drawings for @jonmartinweek day 4, Tea As Love Language | Beyond the Grave

Description in the alt text of each respective drawing!

[toebeedetermined]

IM TERRIBLE AT CAPTIONS BUT HAVE JMART FLUFF BECAUSE IM SAD

[blueboldandbright]

Did another commission for Magnus For Gaza!! (The organiser n commissioner were both very sweet!!)

[trappolia]

JONATHAN SIMS ── i have loved you for the last time

Sleep does not come easy to Jon anymore.

There is so much for the Archivist to consume and so little of what is actually him that is left. The hunger is a plague that takes on a non-linear narrative in the miserable plot of his life. It eats at the crevices of his mind from the inside out so he can think of nothing but everything and the absence in the space between all at once; then at his tongue, the flat of it dry and coarse (When was the last time he had drunk something to hydrate himself? Does he even still need it?), and his throat, so when he tries to speak, all that comes out is a weak croak. He thinks the hunger has taken root deep in his marrow as well── he feels it creeping in his bones, the rot spreading to his bloodstream slowly but surely.

You stir beside him, and Jon thinks: Alas, at least his heart is safe.

It had been a long time since his dreary heart was nestled in the weak cage of his ribs, beating feebly to sustain a body that, in truth, lives for very little. Jon does not know when or how, but somewhere along the lines since you'd slipped into his narrative through the margins of his hasty notes, he'd found that you had come into possession of his heart. The wicked thing was cradled in your hands like the most precious of treasures even as you slept by his side, squeezed into the little twin bed.

You inhabit the side closest to the wall, a fact which contents Jon── for all the horrors you have subjected yourself to by staying at his side, he will be there as the first line of defence. In a more mundane sense, you've crafted your home in a home within this little nook, curled up beside Jon's thin frame. He sees you now, illuminated by the painful white of his screen, and Jon feels sorry for potentially ruining your quality of sleep, but there is so much work── always work and no play for the Archivist son, damned as he is by whatever is going on in his institute. At the very least, he comforts himself, you will sleep better than he ever will.

Jon takes a deep breath, steeling himself; as if with a mere lift of his shoulders, he can resemble a man who, at the very least, seemed to have some idea of how he could get himself out of this hole he has found himself in, but if you had been awake, you could have easily seen the truth behind the facade, that of his discomfort and, and most damningly, the unsureness he held within himself, of himself. Despite this, he brushes his fingers over the curve of your cheekbone and leans close to press his dry lips against your temple, before going back to work── reminding himself every now and then of who he is doing this all for.

In spite of it all, his unsureness and his fondness for you, Jon does leave you in the end ── not for the lack of love, no; that love remains even when he changed, twisted into more than a simple avatar of the Eye instead of the man who had left you cold in your bed with his goodbyes written in ink on a parchment nearby. He understands, even in the end of all things, that he was selfish to have left you before things truly took a turn for the worst (though one could argue that it had already been set in motion the moment he picked up A Guest For Mister Spider)── there is selfishness even in the thought that he left while still human, that your final memory of him before he took an exit from your life was not the him that saved the world this version of you lived in, alone and betrayed and confused.

And when Jon begins to Know, he Knows that you never get rid of the belongings he'd left deserted about in your home, as though he has just recently left and is to certainly return any day now. He Knows that you never do stop waiting for him ── whether it is in the Fearscape you were trapped in or in the world thereafter, the world without your Jonathan Sims.

Life hereafter moves along, but for you, it feels as though it has paused in that singular moment that always passes, in another space and time, as though the clock in your living room will tick once again, and Jon will walk through your door as he always has. He Knows this, and he wishes he could tell you, but the last thing left of him in that world is the heart you don't realise you still possess, that you've never lost── Jon sits there and waits with you in that moment that will never come to pass, and you will never truly come to terms with the fact that the rest of him will never be able to come home to you again.

© trappolia 2024

[occudo]

HI, Hello, I’m Occudo and I need to move out soon

(I need to find a new apartment and pay them a bunch of money before I can even start living there- fun stuff)

Sadly I'm in a tight spot right now, so if you can and want to buy art from me, this is a really good time to get some.

As some of you know I have a kofi where you can commission me any time you want. But I know not everybody can afford or want that. It came up when I first made the kofi, but if you want to support me and want more comics I present you with:

Choose what the next comic will be about!

If you are all on board, I make a poll to see what would you like best, and the winner theme/story beat gets to be drawn- when I met my kofi goal. The options may include:

-Gertrude is still around – a classic, adding  more plot to be thicken

-Martin and Mike’s date- not necessarily the main story, but if you want t see this you can

-Ex assistants- Michael and Eric (and Fiona) hanging around

-Alternative Archives- archivist!Georgie and her team, Basira, Melanie, and Danny

-Ghost hunt UK with Martin, Sasha and Tim, featuring WTG Jon

-Jmart fluff- Safe house-esk story with a cat

-The Magus Archives- knight!Martin and witch!Jon catching feelings? Fighting with a monster? You tell me

Or something else entirely!

What do you think?

[missmaggiebee]

Jon and Martin fluff

lineart by LylaHammar on Ig, color by me!

[canisesconstellation]

Short crappy very short blurb, story thingy.

(This takes place after Martin stabs Jon)

The sky was a light blue with wispy clouds. Martin didn’t think he’d ever be able to see it again. He moved slowly observing his surroundings, picking them apart, taking in the details. He was in a large open field. No eyeballs left in a constant watch, no people trapped in their own fears, nothing trying to kill him at the moment. Everything was quiet and calm, something he had been hoping for, for a long time.

“Jon?” He croaked, his throat felt like it had been filled with sand. “Jon?” He called against feeling his heart sink. Martin staggered forwards looking up at the sky then down at the floor looking for any traces of him. There was no knife. No blood. Nothing. Martin felt his knees wobble then buckle, then the scrape of his knees on the cold mud floor.

“Martin?” A voice rasped. A familiar voice at that. The voice of the one who never pronounced the ‘T’ in his name. The one who stole various jumpers from him. The one who promised him he was his reason.

“Jon?” He sniffled.

“Martin?” Jon paused and all he could hear was shuffling in the tall grass, “Martin I can’t- I can’t see.”

Martin snapped his head around. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I can’t see!” Jon laughed

“Give me a minute.” Martin pulled himself back up from the ground his head spinning. Where was he and why couldn’t he see? “What does it look like for you?”

“I really can’t tell!”

Right. He’s blind. “Hold on-“ he began quickly cutting himself off. When Martin turned he saw him. His beloved boyfriend stood there long grey hair floating freely around him, his slightly oversized clothes hung loose on his thin frame. Martin smiled watching how content he looked smiling towards the sky with light milky eyes. When he approached Jon turned and smiled at him. A genuine gentle smile that made Martin want to melt.

Jon moved towards him on uncertain feet. His hands stretched outwards searching for Martin.

“I’m right here love,” Martin laughed, feeling the corners of his eyes beginning to wet, “I’m right here and it won’t change.”

Jon felt Martin and pulled himself close, clinging on as tight as he could.

“Don’t worry,” Jon whispered, pressing his face against Martin's chest. “I won’t be leaving.”

[deaderthandoubledead]

I've binged the TMA fluff episodes on RQ patreon. I don't care they're technically not canon, I am now living there because it's warm and cosy

[theres-jam-in-the-kettle]

[pain-is-too-tired]

He Calls Me Beautiful Like it's My Name

Let them be soft to eachother without everything going to hell 😤

[hanthebeast]

Oh how I love those tragic little gay men

Less awkward

Well... I usually don't really write fanfiction, but instead prefer to stick more directly to the text and focusing on my own visual interpretation for that (unless it is jokey jokes, then all bets are off). But I also am a sucker for casual romance side plots that while being not the main focus of the story still are there and important to the characters and their progression. Hence these kind of scenes don't need much prompting to form in my brain... It was important to me that their dialogue, as I imagined it in their voices, still sounded true to their characters and I tried out several things for the coloration of this to make it als light and fluffy as possible without becoming too kitschy? It is more or less the antithesis to the Lonely scene... also since weird kissing sounds are not a problem in this medium... yeah. Yeah.

[springypaws]

Jmart’s the best therapy

(Cue style experimentation)

The image ID is in the ALT <3333

[wilkoakdraws]

Two guys learn to communicate over 5 seasons

or, the jmart triptych. Bonus under the cut:

they deserve all the hugs and so does every tma fan

[mikothemushroom]

They’re so :((