Welcome to My Wholesome Art

Magnus Archives fanart blog. Artist is an avatar of Appreciation who feeds his god by screencapping nice tags people leave. I ship Peter/Prison mostly. 

[mygys]

Hi!! Is it ok if you tag your worm art with trypophobia or trypophobia warning?

Yea ofc! Sorry about that, thanks for asking

[mygys]

Really missing season 1 where the stakes were lower and we had a friendly worm hive hanging around. Totally forgot to post my submission for @visitorpasszine ! Really honored to have worked with so many talented artists and authors <3

ID: A digital illustration of the season 1 finale for The Magnus Archives. Use of reddish browns and yellow highlights make the painting feel stuffy and grimy. The perspective is forced so that the viewer is looking up towards Jane Prentiss from behind John and Tim. She is approaching the trap door from which John and Tim are just exiting. Countless writhing worms are shooting towards both men. Prentiss is grinning cruelly as her body lurches forward in stilted, unnatural movements. She is blocking the ceiling light, which casts a halo about her. The only exit is seen far behind her. End ID.

[mygys]

me: ah, my hot john :u) everyone in the tags, pelting me with tomatoes: lol wow brave john design its cool you made him ugly

[mygys]

So I will definitely get to those requests.... 

[mygys]

Taking JohnMartin Requests

So if you have anything cute/positive (because I’m dying for any serotonin to be in either of those men’s brains) reply/ask :,u)

[madekforqueen]

I have no clue why, but when I first heard of the Breekon and Hope guys/creatures, all I could imagine was Tweedledee and Tweedledum from “Alice Through the Looking Glass “. My brain just fills it with these two whenever Breekon and Hope gets brought up.

Did anyone else have this experience?

[icescrabblerjerky]

The only other Breeckon & Hope I will accept aside from @mygys ‘ peach coloured shreks.

[mygys]

ID: A screenshot of Tweedledee and Tweedledum from Alice Through the Looking Glass (2016). They are rotund and squat pale boys wearing striped shirts and overalls. End ID. GOD. I've been paralyzed by the beauty of this.

[mygys]

     Martin’s face is rather pink, he notices. Next he notices that their faces are in fact still only inches apart and he is still very much half-straddling Martin’s lap and that he should probably move. He wants to move, but Martin’s freckles are standing out nicely and that feels more important, in the moment. It occurs to him that he’s never counted them. He’s tried, but Martin always moves or talks and he loses count. One under his left eye. Six across his nose. Two next to the corner of his mouth-

     “Uh. Jon?” Martin’s voice is too high. His breath smells like that cinnamon gum he likes.

     Jon snaps himself out of it with a jolt

(Ch. 13 of Fate, or Something by @protectmartinblackwood)

Some fan art of my favorite fanfic! Thank you @protectmartinblackwood for letting me borrow your designs for these two geniuses ahahaha!  ID: A digital illustration of John Sims and Martin Blackwood from The Magnus Archives. They are halfway sitting, having fallen onto one another in front of John’s desk. Loose, crumpled papers strewn the hardwood floor beneath them. Martin has propped himself up on one elbow, his other arm splayed out towards the foreground. John is nearly straddling Martin’s thigh. He has one hand on Martin’s shoulder while pressing the fingertips of his other hand against the floor. Their hands are center in the foreground, almost touching. 

John and Martin’s faces are only several inches apart. Both men are blushing, albeit Martin moreso. John is studying Martin’s face, counting the freckles by his mouth. Martin is gazing up at John. John has warm, medium brown skin and graying brown hair. He is wearing violet sweater vest over a rumpled button-down shirt. Martin has light rosy skin and blond hair. He is wearing an olive green sweater and striped dress shirt. His red converse sneakers contrast with John’s pointed dress shoes. End ID.

[mygys]

Just a doodle before tackling some other WIPs. I love the idea of s2-s3 John slowly becoming more endeared by Martin’s mannerisms/quirks when before the just annoyed him. Martin also eats the worst depression meals, change my mind.

ID: A sketchy digital comic of Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood from The Magnus Archives. It is divided into four panels of different sizes. In the first panel, Martin is shown seated as his desk, turning away from it towards the foreground. With a faint, relaxed smile he is asking, “Need something, John?” An open can of spaghettios and utensil are next to him. Martin’s face is drawn close up in the second panel. Smears of pasta sauce and several stray noodles cover his face, though he seems completely unaware.  In the third panel, John looks equal parts mystified, appalled, and humored despite himself. He is also blushing. The background color of this panel is an eggshell pink that contrasts with the tan colors of other panels. A small symbol next to John shows he has lost his train of thought. The final panel shows John walking away from Martin, engrossed in his thoughts. Thought bubbles reading, “Why is this not bothering me?” “Martin is eating tinned spaghetti in an archive!” “Half of the entire can is on his face!” and “Does he not notice?” cluster around John. Martin is left at his desk, looking confused. He is calling John’s name. End ID.

[mygys]

My submission to this very fun challenge! John’s weirded out that Basira found shoes with the heels already kicked in. And clothes that generally make him look like a stoner from So Cal.

ID: A simple digital illustration of Jonathan Sims from The Magnus Archives. He is drawn standing against a white background, casting a small shadow. His expression is uneasy and cast towards the right. John is wearing an oversized flannel with green, silver, blue, and red stripes. Underneath is a black t-shirt. The outfit is completed by skinny ochre pants, white socks, and black shoes with kicked-in heels. John has medium-brown skin dotted with round white scars. One hand is badly burned.

[mygys]

your header and title make a heck of a combination

Aw- thank you! Lemme give you a hug!

ID: A simple digital illustration of Jane Prentis offering a hug. She is centered over a light orange background, looking very happy to see the viewer! Her arms are outstretched, one raised higher than the other. Worms are pouring from the sleeves of her oversized t-shirt and jumping into the foreground. “FREE HUGS,” is printed across her shirt. Jane is also wearing blue denim shorts, which show how worm-riddled her legs are. End ID.

[mygys]

John definitely gives hand kisses and other small, tender displays of affection. The Lonely as an entity stops existing altogether, the Lukas lineage is no more, Martin gets his trophy husband-

ID: A simple digital illustration of John and Martin from The Magnus Archives. The two are inside an office, leaning towards each other. John is holding Martin’s hand gingerly, kissing Martin’s knuckles. His eyes are closed and brows furrowed in a careworn look. Martin is reaching towards John with his free hand. Their foreheads are nearly touching. While Martin’s face is partially hidden behind John’s, his longing expression is clear.  Martin has curly red hair, thick eyebrows, and freckles. He is wearing a blue cardigan, a white button-down shirt, and brown pants. John has unkempt grey hair, stubble, and deep dark spots under his eyes. Scars riddle his brow, neck, and arm. He is wearing a green long-sleeve shirt and faded blue jeans. End ID.

[mygys]

Not even Gertrude is above an awful pun every now and then.

ID: A simple digital illustration of Gertrude Robinson from The Magnus Archives. She is holding up a petrified head, showing it to someone out of view and saying, “I doubt they thought I’d get A HEAD of them, ay Gerard?” The head is looking upwards, fixed in an expression of agony. Gertrude is wearing a cream cardigan over a light brown vest, white button down shirt, and a pair of dark brown slacks. Her white hair is pulled up into a bun. She is smiling in good humor. End ID.

[mygys]

Melanie and John make t-shirts together, and through it, a friendship as well.

ID: A simple digital illustration of Melanie King and Jonathan Sims about to high-five. Melanie has dark curly hair pulled up into a ponytail. She has several piercings and a rose tattoo on her neck. John has many circular scars mostly concentrated around his forehead and cheekbones. One of his hands is badly burned. Both are wearing matching white t-shirts with red text. Melanie’s shirt says “Elias die challenge,” while John’s says “Lukas die challenge.” Melanie is holding a knife while John is holding an axe. End ID.

[mygys]

i saw your breekon and hope drawing while completely zoned out and it’s important to me that you know it violently ripped me back into the real world

Are you saying that it anchored you anon?

[mygys]

wait do breecon and hope canonically look like shrek or is that just hoe you see them?????

Asked for you anon, pretty sure this means it’s canon.

[mygys]

For the TMA requests- Gerry or maybe something Extinction-related? Thanks!

Thanks for the request! Gerry definitely knits, but it never got really good at it. 

[mygys]

If you're still on requests, Breekon & Hope :,)

I AM still on requests! Thank you for this, been meaning to force my perfectly valid, totally appropriate headcanon onto everyone for a while.

ID: A three panel comic, drawn sketchily. In the first panel, John is saying, "I'm not going," to a man in the far right of the panel. We only see his shoulder from behind, but he looks like a large white man wearing a brown polo shirt. John looks both defiant and underconfident.In the second panel, Breekon and Hope are sneering. They look like peach colored Shreks. Breekon is saying, "We're not messenger boys." Hope is adding, "We're delivery boys." Hope is also pointing to himself with his thumb.In the third panel, John is sprinting away from both of them. He's screaming and crying in fear, arms stretched out in front of him. Hope is bending over and easily snatching him up. End ID