been a bit busy lately, so here’s my fluffy contribution to Jontim Week! love wins <3
[ID: a digital drawing of a page out of a scrapbook focused on Jon and Tim’s relationship. The gridded scrapbook page lies atop a pale wooden surface, and is covered in all sorts of photographs, notes and other items. As well, there are writings and comments from both Jon and Tim in pencil and pen respectively. Content from the page includes:
A purple-hued Polaroid photograph featuring Jon and Tim kissing. Jon has both arms wrapped around Tim’s neck, while Tim has a hand curled into Jon’s hair behind his ear. Glimmers of unfocused lights surround them. It’s taped by two corners to the page, and labelled “New Years, ‘15” in marker below. To the side, Tim’s written, “thx Martin!”
A folding and yellowed sticky note that reads, “Finished with that last file, the statement giver’s # is on the back” with an arrow in Tim’s writing. Jon comments beside it, “that was YOUR number!”, but Tim counters with, “but it worked, didn’t it?”
A torn scrap of brown paper from some sort of coil book reading, “Research case #0152209, Hampstead Heath 11:45” in Jon’s scratchy handwriting. Tim points to it with an arrow and says, “you just wanted to get me on a date without asking!”, to which Jon replies with a heart and a “maybe...”
A shopping centre reel of three small photos in muted reddish sepia. In the first, Tim smiles with both eyes closed, making a peace sign at the camera. Unbeknownst to him, Jon’s been squished into the side of the booth. The next image is blurred from the motion of Jon shoving Tim back to make room. He’s pulled down by Tim’s arm around him, and the only thing in focus is Tim’s thumb on the camera lens as he goes down with a shocked expression. The final picture is just the curtain and the light from outside, both of them having fallen out of the booth entirely. Tim’s written notes narrating each image: “my golden smile!”, “Revenge!” and “ouch :l”, respectively. Jon defends himself with “I needed space!”, and Tim remarks, “right, and I needed a broken arm. x”
A pressed stem of some small white flowers, carefully taped and held in place. Jon’s labelled it, “First flowers you ever got me.” Tim points to them with an arrow and replies, “1st of many,” with a scribbly heart. End description.]
@jontim-week prompt was break, though it also works for research
[Image ID: A 5-panel comic in purple hues.
Panel 1: A closeup of a phone open to a messaging screen, the name “Tim” at the top. The messages read: “Hey can you come help me for a minute?” “Sure.” “Great, thanks! I’m in the break room.” “Alright, coming.”
Panel 2: Jon (a thin person with midtone skin and shaggy dark hair streaked with grey wearing a white buttonup and dark trousers) is shown from behind, standing facing a desk covered in books and papers. A wiggly speech bubble reads: “sigh” with multiple letters to drag out the word.
Panel 3: A closeup of Jon’s face, looking disinterested. A speech bubble reads: “Yes, Tim? What did you-”
Panel 4: Same shot of Jon, now looking shocked. A speech bubble reads “Oh.”
Panel 5: A shot from Jon’s perspective of Tim (a muscular man with lighter skin and short dark hair wearing a dark turtleneck) seated at a table. There are round take away containers in front of him and the other end of the table and a large paper bag beside each place. He’s gesturing at the food with chopsticks, saying: “It seems I accidentally ordered 2 meals...” “Give me a hand?” End ID.]
[THIS] lovely Jon & Tim fic by @voiceless-terror has been stuck in my head for awhile now (especially the end scene ;w;) so I wanted to draw a little something for it! Also including a bigger version of the background photo which has both of the boys~
[ID: A digital drawing of Jonathan Sims and Tim Stoker from The Magnus Archives, framed from the chest up, with slight pink hues overtop. Jon is medium-brownskinned with long, wavy, greying hair in a bun, a short beard, and is wearing a green sweater; and Tim is lightskinned with short black hair, has vitiligo, and is wearing a baby blue shirt, standing maybe 10cm taller than Jon. They are pressed close and holding hands up at their shoulders. Jon is seen from the profile, Tim from the front, and they are both smiling and blushing. Jon’s eyes are closed, but Tim is peeking at Jon with just one eye and the other closed. Tim is wearing at least one BTE hearing aid, Jon is wearing a visible ace ring, both of them have at least one visible pierced ear with a small stud in. A few stylized hearts are to the right. The background is a gradient from fuchsia to navy blue. Large, gold, capital text beneath them reads “Jontim Week”. The rest / the next image is the prompts found below.]
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It’s been a good several months of organizing and prepping (miso’s fault oops), but we are happy to finally announce that JonTim Week is now in order! This is a fan event dedicated to getting more Jon/Tim out into this fandom. Please read our information and rules to contribute :]
We will be running this from March 1st to March 7th, and corresponding to the prompts below:
MONDAY: first meeting / research / pre-canon
TUESDAY: friends / avatars / family
WEDNESDAY: late / vacations / cold
THURSDAY: grief / date / trust
FRIDAY: warm / pride / flowers
SATURDAY: remembrance / future / forgetting
SUNDAY: memories / free space / birthdays
The art in this promo is a collaboration between @vestolaris and @coffeemiso! JonTim fans, we can’t wait to see you all there! Please reblog and spread the word! :] Posts for the week will be reblogged; please tag us @jontimweek and use the tag #jontimweek2021
cw for bullying/nasty rumors/talking about someone behind their back. tim is influenced by these rumors but he doesn’t contribute to or agree with them. all rude/insensitive comments happen in the past/off-screen.
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The first thing Tim thinks when he meets Jonathan Sims is he’s shorter than I expected.
Though Tim doesn’t know what he expected, really. He’s not usually one to put much stock in rumors, but after the tenth time he’d heard the name Sims whispered in the break room or in the hallway in passing or in the area behind the Institute marked off for smoking, he got curious. Maybe it was because of just how different all of the rumors were.
He’s just so standoffish, don’t you think? I tried to say hello once, you know, just to be polite, and I don’t even think he looked at me. It’s a bit rude, don’t you think? I was just being nice.
I had to take a whole week off when my sister died—funeral arrangements and such—and he offered to take on my workload for the week. And you know, I really think he was sincere when he gave his condolences. He’s rather kind, when you give him a chance.
I swear, I left for lunch, and when I came back it didn’t look like he’d left at all. I invited him once, just to the canteen, and he got this look on his face and said no, thank you. It was polite, but—I don’t know, like being polite was an inconvenience?
Elodie—you know, she volunteers at that animal shelter in Brixton—said she saw him there one weekend, just- just staring at the cats. When she asked him if he was interested in any of them, he said his flat didn’t allow pets. Apparently, he sounded so heartbroken about the fact she nearly offered to write a note to his landlord to appeal for special consideration. God, can you believe it? Jonathan Sims, getting all teary-eyed over some kittens.
Despite his efforts against it, Tim had built up quite an image of Jonathan Sims, who he’d somehow managed to avoid actually meeting until his second week working at the Institute. Elias Bouchard’s week-long training program was boring, tedious, and way too invasive for a job that barely provides a living wage, and it kept him from doing any actual work (and from having access to the library, which apparently he couldn’t access until he was properly trained). By the time he finally got assigned a desk in the research department, he was tired and annoyed and itching to finally get some real work done.
He meets Jonathan Sims in front of the section of the library regarding circuses, the nametag clipped onto the lapel of his suit jacket just barely visible beneath the impressive stack of books he’s carrying. (He’s one of the only people who actually wears that stupid ID they give us, his mind supplies in the voice of Mark from the filing department.) After short, Tim registers in quick succession grey-streaked hair cropped close to his ears and thin rectangular glasses and dark purple chipped nail polish. (And, unhelpfully, the fact that none of the rumors had mentioned the fact that he’s hot, in that kind of bookish, professorial way.)
Then, Jonathan seems to notice that Tim’s there, and he takes a small step back from the shelves. “I’m sorry, am I in your way?”
His voice is deep, and Tim’s too busy thinking about that voice cooing at kittens to properly register his words at first. The pause is just shy of embarrassing when Tim finally says, “No, you- you’re good.” He eyes the stack of books in Jon’s arm with curiosity. “A little late-night reading material?”
Jonathan opens his mouth, then pauses and seems to shrink back into himself ever so slightly. “They’re for a case,” he says flatly, holding the books a bit closer to his chest.
(Don’t think he has much of a social life outside of this place, to be honest. I mean, heh, I really don’t either, but at least I go home at a reasonable hour.)
“You know,” Tim says brightly, “I think I have a few more I could recommend to you. I don’t know if they already have them in the library, but I could get you a list? Oh, or I could just let you borrow one? I have a few back at my place—I can bring them in for you if you’d like?”
Jonathan gives Tim a wary look. “That would be… very helpful, thank you.”
“Great!” Tim makes a mental note to stop by a bookshop (or ten) after work. “Oh, I’m Tim, by the way. I just started—I work in research.”
Jonathan seems to brighten at this, if only slightly, and Tim counts that as a win. “I suppose we’ll be seeing more of each other, then. I’m Jonath—er. Jon. You can call me Jon.”
Jon. Tim neatly disposes of every whispered rumor and false image attached to the name Jonathan Sims and replaces it with Jon. It fits more comfortably in his mind, fits better with the man standing in front of him who’s now smiling, if a bit tentatively.
“I don’t suppose they’ve assigned you a case yet?” he says, shifting his grip on the books as he does so. “If you’d like, I… I could request that you be added to this one. As you can see, it’ll be quite a bit of work, and I could use your expertise. Or even just a second pair of eyes at this point.”
(Not much of a team player, in my opinion. Tried to work a case with him last year and he wouldn’t even let me touch the files. Now, I don’t even try.)
“You’re in luck! As it happens, my schedule is completely open.”
Jon seems a bit surprised to have such ready agreement. “Right. I- I’ll get that arranged then.” He hesitates a moment, then says, “Would… would you like to take some of…?”
(Doesn’t ask for help. Thinks he has to do this job all on his own.)
Tim’s starting to get the feeling that he hasn’t heard a single completely true thing about Jon before now. (Well. Maybe except for the kittens. Tim really, really hopes except for the kittens.)
Tim takes half of the books and brings them back to Jon’s desk. The research is just as long and arduous as Jon said it would be, but it’s exactly what Tim’s been looking for—evil clowns and all. So he stays late that day, and then the next, and then the next after that.
Tim makes mistakes, and Jon is blunt when he corrects them, but not cruel or snappish. Tim suggests they stop for dinner and doesn’t push when Jon says (with unnecessary guilt) that it’ll interrupt his workflow. (Though Tim does begin to bring leftovers; enough for two.) Tim mentions offhand that he enjoys rock climbing, and Jon spends the next ten minutes asking Tim about his setup and where he likes to go and how much training he has to do, eyes wide and curious.
They finish the case. And when Jon hesitantly asks if Tim wants to work the next one with him as well, saying yes is as easy as breathing.
Deciding discretion doodling is the better part of valour, I gave up on finishing the JonTim tunnel h/c fic I was messing up and just started drawing instead.
JonTim Week is an event created by and for fans of The Magnus Archives who love the ship JonTim. The event will run from March 15th to March 21st and will promote all headcanons, meta, writing, and art you create for JonTim.
Three different prompts will be provided for each day of the event. You don’t have to stick to the prompts—they’re there as inspiration. If you have an idea and none of the prompts are calling to you, then go for it! Any and all content created for JonTim is encouraged.
Event and Prompts
We will be using the #JonTimWeek tag to collect works on both our Tumblr and Twitter. Check out our About page for more details about the event!
You can post any works to our ao3 collection, TMA JonTim Week!
Our prompts for the event, which are listed in the image at the top of this post, are listed as follows:
Monday, March 15 — Introduction / Protect / Rumors
Tuesday, March 16 — Night Out / Touch / Secret
Wednesday, March 17 — Pranks / Hold / Late
Thursday, March 18 — Banter / Research / Jealousy
Friday, March 19 — Impulse / Plea / Break
Saturday, March 20 — Past / Warmth / Sacrifice
Sunday, March 21 — Trust / Escape / Reconciliation
Feel free to contact us if you have any questions and reblog to spread the word!
