#tma fluff

[the-butterbun]

to be loved is to be changed, but some things never change either way

[comical-specimen]

"You were just – there, staring wistfully off into space, running your finger around the rim of your mug!"

[rat-in-a-cloak]

some art for a fic i’m working on….!!!

[animunitee]

The thoughts have won, more sappy gay art because I think Martin deserves all the love and affection he probably dreamt of and never got ~

More of it under the cut:

Hello Jon, apologies for the deception,  but I wanted to make sure you clicked on read more, so I thought it best not to announce myself when throwing bullshit art at you.

The context got blown up, I couldn´t tell you something good even if I tried, though it was rather specific and happened in a conversation with a friend while working on the vest for my Martin cosplay.

Tomatin.

[shap3shifter-witch]

Tim: *leaned back in his chair with his feet up on the desk, painting his nails*

Sasha, walking in from another room: “hey Tim, qdo you have those fi- what are you doing.”

Tim: “oh hey Sash! Pull up a chair and join me if you want, I have the black out right now but there should be some purple in my bag somewhere…

Sasha: *chuckles* really? On the clock? And get your feet down- if Elias catches you you’ll be in for it

Tim: Elias? Oh please- if he doesn’t notice a dog running around for an hour then he won’t care if I spend a few minutes letting these dry. Mr. Jonathan Stick-Up-His-Ass however-

Jon: *walks in* Tim, what are you doing? You’re not even pretending to do work! you were supposed to email me those follow-up resources an hour ago.

Tim: heyyyy boss! Care to join?

Jon: *sigh* I know that there’s been a lot of follow-ups on statements these past few weeks, but you need to stay focused while you’re on the clock. Get back to work.

Tim: oh come on boss! You can’t blame me for taking a 15 after all that booooring paperwork, Have you ever partaken? *wiggles his fingers*

Jon: flashbacks to his college days

Jon, lying through his teeth: I can’t say that I have.

Tim, seeing right through it: oh come onnnnn, not even once? You gotta try it boss, I’m a firm believer that everyone should get to bedazzle up on occasion. It’ll be fun!

Jon: that is no excuse for blatantly ignoring your work.

Tim: I’ll tell ya what- I’ll do your nails on our lunch break and it won’t happen again. My treat for being such a slacker *winks*

Jon: *glares*

Tim: slooooowly pulls out a green bottle from his bag.

Jon: *glares even harder*

Jon: …fine. But just this once. If it happens again I’ll have to confiscate any distractions.

After Jon walks off

Sasha: … that’s was smooth. I can’t believe that worked on him!

Tim: I caught a vibe. Now, last call for that purple!

(Bonus afterwards scene under cut)

Later in the break room, Jon and Tim are sitting at a table. Jon sits stiff as a board while Tim does his nails.

Martin walks by and does a double take. He doesn’t mean to stare, but is frozen in bafflement by the image of Jon sitting there, scowling, letting his nails get done.

“Oh hey Martin” Tim looks up and waves, startling Jon, who was focused so hard on not fidgeting or recoiling that he didn’t notice Martin standing there. “Come join us if you’d like”

“Oh! Uh- sorry, I didn’t mean.. well.. are you sure?”

“I really don’t think-“ Jon starts, but Tim hushes him. “Oh come on, if I’m holding you hostage here I think it’s only fair that others can join”

Jon snorts and turns back, regaining his stoic demeanor as he stares down at the table, avoiding Martin’s eyes. Martin smiles to himself as he pulls up a chair next to Tim, choosing a pale sky blue to compliment his sweater. He hasn’t painted his nails before so it’s a bit messy, but is finding it a really fun and relaxing experience. I doesn’t hurt that he gets to watch Jon take the occasional glance at him or the door, quickly looking back and blushing in embarrassment.

[y0urlocaltransman]

Im in a good mood so yall get fluff today.

Season one poly archives is peak. They all works so well together and we can ignore the fact that Jon is the boss because of how incompetent at the role. Which should have went to Sacha. Also poly researchers (Tim/Sacha/Jon). I would pay to see more of them. But imagine its late at night in the archives. Tim gets Jon to losen up while sacha secretly removes all of the work in his office. Martin makes him tea and then they all cuddle until they fall asleep on the break room couch.

[trappolia]

JONATHAN SIMS ── i have loved you for the last time

Sleep does not come easy to Jon anymore.

There is so much for the Archivist to consume and so little of what is actually him that is left. The hunger is a plague that takes on a non-linear narrative in the miserable plot of his life. It eats at the crevices of his mind from the inside out so he can think of nothing but everything and the absence in the space between all at once; then at his tongue, the flat of it dry and coarse (When was the last time he had drunk something to hydrate himself? Does he even still need it?), and his throat, so when he tries to speak, all that comes out is a weak croak. He thinks the hunger has taken root deep in his marrow as well── he feels it creeping in his bones, the rot spreading to his bloodstream slowly but surely.

You stir beside him, and Jon thinks: Alas, at least his heart is safe.

It had been a long time since his dreary heart was nestled in the weak cage of his ribs, beating feebly to sustain a body that, in truth, lives for very little. Jon does not know when or how, but somewhere along the lines since you'd slipped into his narrative through the margins of his hasty notes, he'd found that you had come into possession of his heart. The wicked thing was cradled in your hands like the most precious of treasures even as you slept by his side, squeezed into the little twin bed.

You inhabit the side closest to the wall, a fact which contents Jon── for all the horrors you have subjected yourself to by staying at his side, he will be there as the first line of defence. In a more mundane sense, you've crafted your home in a home within this little nook, curled up beside Jon's thin frame. He sees you now, illuminated by the painful white of his screen, and Jon feels sorry for potentially ruining your quality of sleep, but there is so much work── always work and no play for the Archivist son, damned as he is by whatever is going on in his institute. At the very least, he comforts himself, you will sleep better than he ever will.

Jon takes a deep breath, steeling himself; as if with a mere lift of his shoulders, he can resemble a man who, at the very least, seemed to have some idea of how he could get himself out of this hole he has found himself in, but if you had been awake, you could have easily seen the truth behind the facade, that of his discomfort and, and most damningly, the unsureness he held within himself, of himself. Despite this, he brushes his fingers over the curve of your cheekbone and leans close to press his dry lips against your temple, before going back to work── reminding himself every now and then of who he is doing this all for.

In spite of it all, his unsureness and his fondness for you, Jon does leave you in the end ── not for the lack of love, no; that love remains even when he changed, twisted into more than a simple avatar of the Eye instead of the man who had left you cold in your bed with his goodbyes written in ink on a parchment nearby. He understands, even in the end of all things, that he was selfish to have left you before things truly took a turn for the worst (though one could argue that it had already been set in motion the moment he picked up A Guest For Mister Spider)── there is selfishness even in the thought that he left while still human, that your final memory of him before he took an exit from your life was not the him that saved the world this version of you lived in, alone and betrayed and confused.

And when Jon begins to Know, he Knows that you never get rid of the belongings he'd left deserted about in your home, as though he has just recently left and is to certainly return any day now. He Knows that you never do stop waiting for him ── whether it is in the Fearscape you were trapped in or in the world thereafter, the world without your Jonathan Sims.

Life hereafter moves along, but for you, it feels as though it has paused in that singular moment that always passes, in another space and time, as though the clock in your living room will tick once again, and Jon will walk through your door as he always has. He Knows this, and he wishes he could tell you, but the last thing left of him in that world is the heart you don't realise you still possess, that you've never lost── Jon sits there and waits with you in that moment that will never come to pass, and you will never truly come to terms with the fact that the rest of him will never be able to come home to you again.

© trappolia 2024

[thecursedchosen]

Ep 45 "blood bag"

Canon that Martin knows what Tim's house looks like