#oh archivist

[theoneandonlyjello]

Oh no jello’s at it again here we go

I finished TMA recently so here’s mag101 ig

We’re going to pretend the reason it’s trash is bc I drew it on my phone with my finger and not just bc I have a poor artistic eye

[the-real-jonathan-sims]

You look at yourself in the mirror.

You look at yourself in the mirror?

You look a

the mirror fractures

You are burying something. You are staring at yourself

the mirror fractures

You are falling. You are beneath the soil. You are staring at yourself. You are pulling unseen strings.

the Mirror fractures

You’re spiraling. You hit the ground. You feel it beneath the soil. You are staring at yourself. The strings pull back. Your viscera unwinds.

the mirror

The mirror is fine.

You see yourself.

- .... . / .-.. .. -. -.- / .. ... / ..-. --- .-. -- . -..

( @therealestheadarchivist )

The archivist gripped his chest and panted as he stared at his reflection in the mirror... "What..."

He turned the mirror around so the refective bit was facing the wall and sat down at his desk, processing what just happened

[coreywithnoname]

"Oh Archivist, it appears you fumbled this one pretty bad."

[the-real-jonathan-sims]

Hello there, Archivist!

@newt-p-caligayahan

Jonathan sits up and puts on his glasses. He had fallen asleep on his desk earlier. "Eh- Hello- apologies for uh... just waking up"

[the-real-jonathan-sims]

— @bunny-withacrossbow

[A soft thud alerted Jon to the falling of a book from a nearby shelf. A children's storybook, titled "The Rabbit's Lunch". On the fabric cover was an embroidered image of a picnic basket.]

(Open the book? [Y/N])

Jonathan jumps slightly, startled by the sudden falling of thw book. He got up from his desk, picked up the book, and examined the cover. "Hmm." He set the book on his desk and opened it

[the-real-jonathan-sims]

Hi! You’re the archive guy, right? Can I have your name?

@rosalind-learns-blogging

"Jonathan Sims- Why do you need my name?"

[the-real-jonathan-sims]

[[Oorp]]

fuck yeah

WE WIN!!!!

THESE ARE MY TWO FAVORITE FANDOMS

[the-real-jonathan-sims]

[a wormhole opens in jon’s office wall. someone is violently thrown out, slammed onto the other side. they groan and get themself together as the wormhole closes.]

@the-cooler-sims

Jonathan stares at the child that is now on his office floor from his desk. He glances around in confusion before speaking "Are... you okay over there?"