#tma self ship

[pillowspace]

Pillow its june, you know what that means

sigh... another shift at the yuri factory...

[nat-20s]

People are arguing that Martin Blackwood is a sexy man but not a Tumblr Sexyman and NEED I REMIND YOU that he's the only TMA character that canonically had two versions of himself talking and LOTS of people thought Martin and Also Martin should fuck. If that's not peak fuckin Sexyman right there idk what is

[cupsy-daisy]

Woagh! 2 posts in 1 day! (Saying this like it’s not uncommon) but have my tma sona!!! These drawings are a month or 2 old but i’m finally posting them!!

This is just my sona from season 1-3 the progression of it n stuff, there were some sketches of 4 and 5 but i never finished them, idk if i will! But idk! We’ll see!

I’m wanna ramble a bit about my sona so if you wanna read it’s under the cut! Grahh

Got the idea from bestie @catattack08 to make it so i got hired at first for redesigning the institute logo, Because i’m a freelance artist, but then i started working on organizing physical files n caseloads on the shelves n stuff.

Hired me (mostly) because i had severe connections to a lot of entities, i had been touched by several throughout my lifetime :p

Nothing major happened to me through season 1 and 2 besides being kinda wary about john and probably agreeing that he murdered leitner in season 3.

So like- my sona story is involved with my friends a lot- and my friend was leaning towards john being innocent so managed to keep contact with him and we both went to georgies house to deliver some books, and i came with them to make sure they didn’t get murdered cuz i was still under the impression he murdered that guy.

John went out for a smoke, got kidnapped, i stepped outside to “have a word” with him abt what really went on and breekon and hope saw me, said “no witnesses” and dragged me along too, i have some drawings of that if anyones interested aaghh

When we were both together we had some time to connect and understand eachother (or as best we could) i was kept for the sake of extra skin in case john didn’t “fit” but anywayss- we bonded a lot and this is probably where i would’ve (in super canon) died, nikola kinda using me as a decoration for the ritual.

BUT i dont think abt that cuz i wanna see what happens if i live, so instead, micheal almost leaves me for dead until helen comes along and letting john and me pass through her door, we both make it back and i gain a lot more mutual respect and understanding for him, we’re both decently good friends now, then everything kinda moves forward from then on.

Until peter comes in, this is already getting long enough but long story short, i was used as a practice dummy for the lonely kinda, and i couldn’t kill em, so i got sent to super hell where martin found me. Talked me out of it, withhh the poowerrr of friendshipppp/j

Thennn i either go back home to @catattack08 orrr i stay and they come, and those have 2 different routes but grahhh idk if i should put it here, feel free to ask!

[enigmatic-enigmas]

TMA OCs!!

Tom, Eddie, and Lucas- three Avatars who serve the bloodier entities. Affectionately known as the 'Blood Boys'

[thateclecticbitch]

What if I was obsessed about stories about trauma preventing us from accessing our authentic selves. What then?

[noelle-tea]

sleepypilled snugglemaxxers

[limeshipping]

one more moment, just to be with you

(done by the wonderful @artbyalliward!)

[russeliarat]

The Magnus Archives oc incoming, one of two that I have created with my boyfriend <3

This is Vivienne, full name Vivienne Nimue S. Olila, and they work as a very creepy mortician dealing in the supernatural that jumps about the place until they end up in London, finding themselves at The Magnus Insitute's door after ignoring them as they are contacted several times about several statements made about their odd behaviour inside mortuaries across England.

Fortunately, Vivienne is just a tall autistic albino person with a hyperfixation on death, lack of social skills, and a very creepy way of motion. Oh yeah, and their arms got replaced with mannequin arms around 2010/2011ish.

Theyre aligned very heavily with The Stranger and The End, yet don't actively partake in scaring people, people just find their autistic rizz too scary naturally. Vivienne has a distinct lack of identity, with them telling no one their age at all and avoiding all references in the past as to ensure no one knows very much about them. They don't have much of an identity at all tbh until they reach the institute, they develop it alongside Martin and bond because of their isolation and such, along with bonding with oc #2 called Marlene but more on her in a different post.

Boring (but not really) backstory stuff below the cut.

Vivienne is a mixed race, half Filipino, half English person. They originally came from a Filipino province on the main island before their parent split and their English father took them to live in Liverpool, shortly before moving to London for jobs. At some undisclosed time in their formative years, Vivienne mysteriously, and without any memories of it happening, turned up floating across the River Thames on top of a discarded wooden door. Their father was beside them, dead of course, rotting.

Vivienne was eventually rescued but the trauma caused them to devote themselves to a life of caring for the dead. They didn't want other families to see their loved ones as rotted as Vivienne did theirs.

They first went back to Liverpool to take on a mortician job, though had to switch to other spots such as Sheffield, Nottingham, Northampton, Luton, Southampton, then finally London as either businesses would shut down or their uncanniness made others hostile towards them.

Eventually, after Jonathan Sims and his crew of gay researchers keep trying to contact Vivienne enough because of continuous statements, they turn up at the institute and reveal that they are in fact very human, just a bit creepy and missing some limbs. It's even revealed that since they moved to London in about early 2016, they were the one contacted to deal with Jane Prentiss' body, and have the holes in their wooden arms to prove it. They eventually get taken on as an honorary researcher and a mortician for the institute and archives as the staff so need them. They hold a lot of connections from bouncing around, you know?

[apocalypticsinn]

Vintage redraw part like a million-billion:

I hear it rains a lot in London, good thing Jon wears like 5 layers and is willing to share!

[sewerslimetime]

My belated birthday gift to myself was some much needed self insert indulgence with John. Very fitting since I'm fighting a horrible infection rn

[just-an-enby-lemon]

I have a TMA Time Travel(ish)AU that exists only in my head and I like to call the "Informed Consent Verse" where full Hunt Daisy suceeds in killing Jon during the Apocalipse and both the Eye and the Web aren't pleased.

Cue to thirteen yo little Jonathan Sims, ten years old Anabelle Cane and tweenty two years old Alice "Daisy" Tonner reciving memories of the end of the world and the events that caused it. At first Jon doesn't want to believe it, specially as the knowledge and memories fades to random flashbacks and small thoughs that don't belong to himself but to the Archivist (cannon Jon) That is until he compells someone. At the same time little Anabelle makes the mistake of deciding to meet the boy she has to turn into the antichirst.

Against the Archivist voice and moved by the realization that Annabelle's Becoming was way closer to his than to Jonah's, Jon offers her the option to try to find a way to not fully Become a second time. Annabelle is afraid but this time the Mother is not all she has and she can see her older self is more the Mother than it is her. Having all the info she chooses to try. Both the Archivist and the Web Agent (cannom Annabelle) think this is a bad idea (for oposing reasons) but Jon and Anna don't care. They ended one world together, now they are going to save one (Jon isn't Jon without a guilty complex). Gerard Keay and Agnes Montaugue sort of adopt the Not Antichirst and the Not Devil.

On the background, fully beliving her one friend and the love of her life (Jon and Basira) are both happier without her, Daisy decides to correct other wrongs and help her victims and acidentally creates a "Hunt Recovery Support Group" (don't call it a cult) with Julia and Trevor.

[pillowspace]

i find it funny to think she gaslights by pure reflex

[nightmare-in-the-woods]

I drew myself with the wife

the love of my life Jonathan Sims <3

i wanted to cuddle him so bad

[astranauticus]

not sure if this counts as an AU but.. thinking about the Per Aspera crew as horror game bosses like.. you are wandering through a forested mountain range and you know somethings wrong because the forest shouldn't be this eerily silent, this devoid of life, and then you hear the crash of falling trees and there is a hand that is half your size glowing golden in the night and it is grabbing you and its claws are digging into your flesh and you see the spines running down the golden arm that is far too long as it lifts you over a crater in mountain, over a coiled, serpentine thing with a visage that is not of this world, and if you look closely you can see the shape of a child curled at the centre of the thing, golden hair reflecting the glow of the creature and if you listen closely you can hear her sobbing, 'Don't hurt me, I don't want to do this'. you are sailing through the astral sea when you see an ephemeral, resplendent spelljammer cutting through the starry waters and you rejoice because you have been lost on the seas for so so long, so you board the ship looking for help, supplies, anything, and you are greeted by a blue fire genasi (you wonder, do those even exist? but you can't get off the ship now because where else will you go?) and she tells you she is the captain of this ship but as far as you can tell there is no crew on board, and if she is not appearing right behind you from a trapdoor you've never noticed she is always in the engine room 'fixing the ship' even though the ship seems to be sailing perfectly fine ('Where are we going?' you ask her once and she doesn't even turn to look at you, 'Don't worry about it') and if you are ever so unlucky as to damage the ship in any way, you begin to catch flashes of red and orange out of the corner of your eye, a fire genasi wearing the woman's face who whispers at you with hollow, angry eyes 'Don't you fucking dare hurt my ship'. you are sailing through the astral sea when you see a rotting, decaying spelljammer, so badly damaged it's barely moving although you have to wonder how it's even staying afloat at all, and out of some morbid curiosity you climb on board and the deck of the ship is in no better shape than the hull, the marks of hard-fought battle - scars in the wood from sharp blades and arcane energies, stains of blood and oil splattered about - still fresh but you know time doesn't pass on the astral sea so who knows how long ago this all took place, and as you climb below decks you start to notice the writings on the walls, pieces of parchment nailed to every surface and connected with fraying, rotting threads, or words etched directly into the wood, the deep gouges barely readable, and you start to hear the creaking and clanking of rusted machinery slowly moving about and you turn a corner to see a figure standing in a room facing the wall, slowly scratching yet more of that unintelligible writing into the bones of the ship, and it turns as the rusted dented mechanite stares at you with eyes ablaze and he asks 'Who are you? Where is my crew?' as sparks of arcane lightning begins to arc through the room. you are running through a feywild forest and you know, even without the figure chasing you, that you have made a horrible mistake, you should have known better, should have been more careful, should have kept your impulses in check, and now you are being chased through an unfamiliar forest and the figure, the Hunter pursuing you knows this realm like the back of his hand, knows every tree and shrub and vine that is slithering up to grasp at your ankles, and you glance back desperately to catch any glimpse of your pursuer but there is no pursuer, he has hidden himself with some arcane trick or some innate power or just the knowledge that this realm is his home, and you hear his voice even though you cannot see him as he cries out 'You should not have hurt my family. Prepare to face the Hunter of Hundkiln'

sorry no Vhas yet maybe I'll update with one for him once we get more of his whole deal

[flingpossecule]

"Sorry, I'm kind of bad at this" "You're doing just fine, Jon"

[calamari-minecraft-corner]

Someone: Oh! Cala! Im sorry to be rude but is Dream you boyfriend?

Cala: huh—? Oh! No! We’re just friends :) Techno is his boyfriend.

Someone: …but— we saw you kiss Dream?

Cala: yeah! It’s normal to kiss him! I do the same with Techno too!! ^^

Someone: ?????

Cala: but yeah no im spoken for :)

Someone: oh uh! Who then?

Cala: *points to the corner of the room* :3

Fundy: *the most disheveled and paranoid fox man alive trembling in the corner giving everyone the prey animal stare*

Someone: ….

Cala: isn’t he dreamy? =w=