the first of two art pieces i did for @ventisettestars' fic Maybe You'll Dream, in this year's TMA Big Bang! the first chapter goes up today; you can read it here, or on ao3 (to which i’ve linked in a reblog)
[Image ID: A digital painting of Oliver Banks and Jon Sims from The Magnus Archives podcast. Both stand onboard a ship’s deck, Oliver in the top left corner, and Jon in the bottom right corner, shown from the shoulders up. Oliver leans both hands on the ship’s railing behind him. His eyebrows are raised, and he frowns slightly at Jon. He is a tall Black man with locs drawn into a ponytail; he wears a red-and-gray-striped cardigan over a lighter-gray turtleneck, black jeans, and dark gray chelsea boots. His glasses’ coral-colored frames match his nail polish. He has a gold ring on his lower lip, three gold chains around his neck, and gold rings on several fingers. Behind Oliver we can see a calm ocean, and a grayish early-morning sky. Dark red roots, which glow a lighter red, twist round the ship’s railings, cover the deck, and climb past the top of the frame. Enormous, glowing, transparent green eyes surround Jon; they seem veined in pink and orange where the roots snake behind them. All the eyes stare at Oliver—as does Jon. Jon’s skin and hair appear green. We can see only half of his face, the back of his head, and both his shoulders. His visible eye is wide, the eyebrow raised; his mouth hangs slightly open. He’s very thin, his blue t-shirt too large for him. His hair (which appears dark green with streaks of lighter green) hangs a bit past his shoulders, and looks slept-on. He has a hint of beard in the same colors, and three small circular scars under his eye. End ID.]
decided to try @foxy-alien’s DTIYS challenge! you can find their original drawing here. changed a few details around, in part because i wanted to draw the dread cigarette break from the end of season two
you know—*sounds of brutal pipe murder in the background*?
[image ID: a drawing of jon sims from the magnus archives, sat on a bench with a lit cigarette in his hand. he has glasses and gray-streaked, messy hair; he looks perturbed and sweaty, arms crossed over his body, legs twisted around each other. his other hand clutches a gold, spiderweb-print lighter. he’s got a brown tweed jacket draped over his shoulders, and an untied purple scarf. a black cane balances against the bench in front of him. end ID.]
all those tense scenes at georgie’s in season three? don’t worry about it. the admiral was there the whole time. jon’s trousers however were sometimes in the wash
happy “our boy petted a cat” day everyone
[ID: two digital drawings on one canvas of jonathan sims and the admiral from the magnus archives. jon is depicted here as a thin man with brown skin, shoulder-length messy hair, and glasses; the admiral, a black-and-white-splotched cat with green eyes.
[the first drawing, in the top left corner, pictures jon seated in an armchair. to the right, a green text bubble contains the following words from georgie's statement in 94: "I still heard the words. 'The moment you die will feel exactly the same as this one.' And in an instant I understood." jon's eyes are wide, their whites tinged green with compulsion, and his mouth hangs slightly open. georgie herself we cannot see, but jon is clearly staring at her. he's got on a dark blue hoodie, halfway unzipped, with the sleeves shoved up past his elbows; it's got a small logo on one side that reads "WTG." under that we can see the collar of a faded purple tie-dye t-shirt. a checkered blanket covers up most of jon's legs, but we can see enough of one shin to know he doesn't have trousers on. one surmises georgie lent him his gray socks: they're falling down his shins a little. his hand and throat are bandaged. the admiral crouches on jon's knees, and jon absentmindedly pets him. an untouched mug of tea sits by jon's heel; it has cartoon moose painted on it. there's a tape recorder on one arm of jon's chair.
[in the bottom right corner, a second drawing shows jon behind a desk. a white text bubble next to him shows a line of his from 99: "Georgie, you literally can't feel fear! Are you sure that that's not--" again we can't see georgie, but can tell jon's looking at her. he's put up both his hands in supplication--one of them still bandaged, as is his neck. he wears a gray t-shirt with a cartoon ghost printed on it in black. gray letters on it read, "what the ghost." the admiral stands on the desk in front of him, insinuating himself under jon's elbow. one of his fore paws covers a stack of papers in front of jon; the other stretches toward jon's uninjured hand like he's thinking of batting it. he looks curiously up at jon. next to the papers on the desk there is, also, a tape recorder. end ID.]
[image ID: digital fanart of hamid, sasha, and grizzop from the rusty quill gaming podcast. they stand together in a doorway, holding hands. “doo doo doo doo doo,” say both sasha and grizzop; hamid interjects, “i don’t know this one.” sasha continues, “doo doo doo, doo doo doo,” while grizzop says again, “doo doo doo doo doo?” hamid asks, “which opera is it from?” end ID.]
sshhh ignore the impending finale. just think about the scene from rqg 81 where sasha tries to use the theme tune as a marching song
[ID: five drawings of jonathan sims from the magnus archives–one from each season. each has longer, grayer, messier hair than the last (except season-five jon, who’s got his tied back so it looks a bit neater). end ID.]
more in-depth image descriptions under the thing
[ID: season-one jon has short, relatively neat hair, here, with only minimal gray. he looks off to our right (his left), and has a puzzled expression–chewing his lip, possibly. wears a short-sleeved button-up shirt, in a light shade of purple that passes for gray, tucked into belted slacks. his tie is striped in shades of red. his left hand grips a clipboard; his right hand is blurred with motion, clearly flapping back and forth, though his face is shiny with sweat so he’s probably trying to pass off the stim as an attempt to cool himself. handwritten text behind him reads, “july ‘16.”
[ID: the same season-two jon from above. his hair’s a bit longer now, and a whole lot messier. he’s also got worm scars, a little stubble, and impressive eye bags. do his eyes themselves look a bit bigger too? nah, probably not–just wide with nerves probably. he does look nervous, with bared teeth and pinched eyebrows. has on a green sweater vest, plain red tie, light-colored shirt with sleeves rolled up, dark taupe slacks. his black shoes match the cane in his right hand, which he looks ready to use as a weapon if he has to. his other hand grips that arm’s elbow, whether itchily or defensively it’s hard to tell. the text behind him reads, “december ‘16.” end ID.]
[ID: and here’s season-three jon, with his neck and right hand bandaged. still stubbly, hair a bit grayer. he’s smiling though, and looks down at the admiral–a black-and-white-spotted cat who stands behind him with his tail between jon’s legs. the admiral looks back up at him, critically. jon’s wearing a black hoodie with “what the ghost” printed across it in green. his light-gray slacks with thin stripes in multiple colors don’t look that much different from pajama pants, especially with his dingy white socks and no shoes. the edges of a tape recorder just barely poke out both sides of his hoodie’s kangaroo pocket. his unbandaged left hand presses one of its buttons. text reads behind him, “april ‘17.” end ID.]
[ID: season-four jon, hair grown past his shoulders now. his eyes are definitely bigger now, and quite glassy and red. he’s got enough stubble you could almost call it a beard, and a jagged pink scar on his neck. the cane’s back, but in his left hand this time; the right one’s got a death grip on a manila folder labeled “0131408.” jon frowns idly down at the folder–doesn’t seem to be reading the label. he has on a dark red cardigan with the sleeves shoved up rather than rolled. technically wears a tie (this one olive green), but it’s not a very convincing nod to professionalism: the collar’s very loose, and his shirt’s not even tucked in. there’s a strip of white sock visible between his dark trousers and shoes. behind him the text reads, “september ‘18.” end ID.]
[ID: finally season-five jon. he has his hair tied back, and has shaved more recently than his season-four counterpart. between the huge eyes and manic grin he looks not overly sober. wears an oversized cornflower-blue sweater (borrowed presumably from martin), jeans, gray trainers, and a backpack. he holds out both hands as if in demonstration; his right palm is pinkly burn-scarred. all the text behind him says is, “???” end ID.]
this one’s late and i don’t like it as much but i finished it anyway soooo here. sequel to this post
[ID: a digital drawing of jonathan sims and the admiral from the magnus archives. in a text bubble above his head, we can read one of jon's lines from episode 85: "I suppose that leaves skulking around the periphery, which is what I was already doing." jon is depicted here as a thin man with brown skin, chin-length messy hair, and glasses. he sits on a bed with his legs stretched in front of him, and wears a purple "what the ghost" hoodie, boxer shorts, and socks. the admiral is a black-and-white-splotched cat with green eyes, who stands next to jon, staring at him as if to demand attention. jon pets the admiral between his ears, but doesn't look at him. a statement and a manila folder sit precariously balanced on jon's lap. in front of him there's a tape recorder, whose red button jon presses with his other hand. end ID.]
had a lot of fun w/ the last DTIYS i participated in, so i thought i’d try something for this one by dudeiwannasleep also!
[image ID: a digital drawing of jonathan sims from the magnus archives. he sits behind a desk with a haunted expression, pressing a tape recorder's record button with one hand, and in the other hand gripping a manila folder and a stack of papers. in the foreground to each side of him are cardboard boxes full of more folders. behind the right-hand box, a green lamp lights both jon and a corkboard on the wall behind him. the sheets of paper on the board are strung together with red strings that just perceptibly form the shape of an eye. taut red strings also descend from the ceiling, one looped round each of jon's fingers.
[jon has brown skin, square glasses, and gray-streaked, chin-length, messy dark hair. his mouth hangs open as though frozen mid-speech in a grimace that bares his front teeth. most of the worm scars on his face, neck and arms are covered by white bandages of various shapes, but one under his eye and two on his arm we can see. they're still red--more like scabs than fully-healed scars. he wears a sweater vest (green with thin criss-crossing stripes in red and yellow), unbuttoned over a white shirt whose sleeves he's rolled up past his elbows. the shirt's highest two buttons are undone as well, his dark gray tie very loose. the folder in his hand reads, 0131103. the sheets of paper pinned to the board behind him are of varying sizes and shapes; on most of them the text is illegible, but one above jon's head reads, JUST LISTED. another small one on the right above the lamp--a post-it note, probably--reads ECDC, with a worm scribbled underneath. in the shadowy foreground next to the tape recorder sits an untouched mug of tea. end ID.]
