my hand slipped....... [holds him close]
fucking massive ID + close-ups under the cut
image description: a photo of a bullet journal with off-white paper opened flat. both exposed pages are covered by seven different portraits of jonathan sims from the magnus archives. he is a tall, lanky brown-skinned man with chest-length, curly silver-black hair. he has several round, dark scars on his skin, a long, thin nose and bushy eyebrows. he wears a pair of cartilage cuff earrings (unsure of technical term) on his left ear. several stylized green eyes, simplistic spiders, and a quill pen and ink bottle dot the page as accents, as well as the words “no thoughts head jon <3” in cursive in the top right corner. first close-up:
positioned in the bottom left corner of the second page, this black-and-white drawing shows jon in a pile of several mismatched blankets. only the top half of his face is visible. his hair is in a bun, and he says, “‘m not leavin’ til the worms are gone.” a steaming cup of coffee and a tape recorder poke out of the blankets on either side of him. second close-up:
positioned at the lower right of the second page, jon is pictured from the chest up in a purple ac/dc t-shirt. his hair is in a loose ponytail that falls over his left shoulder. several stylized eyes appear on his skin- his forehead, his cheek, his neck and his upper arm. he also has a halo of green starbursts and more of the eyes, colored green. next to him is an analog clock reading three a.m. his mouth is opened wide in a yawn as he says, “okay. be honest. who set off the fire alarm”. somone off-screen says, “AUGH! jon, what the hell”. jon replies, “i was sleeping, tim.” and after a pause, “is that a toaster?” third close-up:
at the middle left of the second page, jon is shown in a rusty red turtleneck and a pair of rectangular pince-nez. his hair appears to have once been in a neat bun, but it is loose. to his left, a crudely drawn cat’s face holds a length of ribbon in its mouth, which is labeled “”jon’s” hair tie” with an arrow. with a bemused expression, jon says, “admiral, that is mine.” fourth close-up:
in the top left of the second page, a square, open book is pictured. the right page says, “fuck jeurgen lietner. all da homies hate jeurgen leitner”. on the other side, jon is pictured in a turtleneck, pince-nez and a neat bun. someone off-screen says, “good god! jon???” with a tired expression, jon says, “yep.” fifth close-up:
covering the bottom of the first page and stretching slightly to the second, jon sits at a long table, wearing a baggy blue sweater with a bee on it (which is labeled “martin’s sweater” with an arrow), pince-nez and a loose, off-center bun. eyes half-closed, he says, “statement of... of... zzz....” in front of him is a tape recorder, labeled “still recording” with an arrow. to either side of him are stacks of brown cardboard boxes, labeled “unfiled statements” with an arrow. some have white paper labels on them, such as “69-420”, “this side up” with an arrow, upside down, “magnus ❤️” in cursive, and “disproved” which is slightly cut off. atop the taller stack of boxes, to jon’s left, are some short, squiggly lines, labeled “worms :)” with an arrow. next to this stack hangs a round lamp. to the left of the boxes is a jar of thin black pens. sixth close-up:
on the middle left of the first page, jon is pictured wearing a dark pink sweater, baggy light blue cardigan, black boots, and striped green pants, as well as a dark green scarf that covers the lower half of his face. his hair is in a neat bun. three of the green eyes give him a halo. he says, “venti black coffee, there’s a dear.” seventh close-up:
at the top right of the first page, jon is pictured i a turtleneck and pince-nez. his hair is half in a bun and half down. a stylized eye sits in the center of his forehead. someone off-screen says “[batshit paranormal encounter]”. looking unamused, he says, “run that by me again chief”
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