TMA nostalgia week is a week long art and fic event focusing on the main 4 characters from season one! After the finale, we'll be itching to return to simpler times - Try your hand at a little nostalgia <3
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The obvious: No hateful content! Nothing racist, homophobic, transphobic, acephobic, etc.
Dont belittle other people's entries! No hate is welcome here ×
As this is centered around the season 1 cast, please make content that puts one or more of the season 1 quartet in the spotlight! Other characters are allowed, like Elias or Rosie, but cannot be the main focus
Additionally, art and fic must take place in season 1 if it has a stated setting and time!
Nostalgia week runs March 28th to April 3rd!
Prompts:
3/28 - Favorite: Make something for your favorite character out of the 4!
3/29 - Romance: Time to delve into ships! Includes canon or otherwise, OT3s and Polyarchives welcome!
3/30 - Holidays: The season 1 crew enjoying any holida ugh of your choice all together!
3/31 - Pride: Let your colors fly- and theirs! Share your LGBT content for canon or headcanon identities [as long as they dont directly contradict canon: i.e. erasing tim's bisexuality or Jon's asexuality].
4/1 - Shenanigans: Happy april fools! What trouble has the crew gotten into now, I wonder?
4/2 - Fashion: How much can we push the archives dress code? Draw any or all of the 4 in their best dress!
4/3 - Free Day: Make any content you'd like pertaining to the main 4! Have fun with it!
Tag your entries with #tmanostalgiaweek, and if you want to see them reblogged to our page, tag us!
[ID: a pale blue poster on a light blue background with the above text in a slightly darker blue on the poster. To the right, leaning out from behind the poster, are from top to bottom Sasha, Martin, Tim and Jon. Sasha, drawn in orange, has long curly hair in a bun and cat eye glasses, she looks down with a smug smile. Martin, in yellow, has short hair, large round glasses, and a button up + tie, he's sweating and nervously looking up and to the side. Tim, in pink, has half long hair in a quiff and several ear piercings, he's smiling widely and making finger guns with one hand. Jon, in green, wears a vest over a button up and glances sideways suspiciously. /End ID]
this is technically late HOWEVER i had way too much fun and it got way too out of hand not to post for @tmanostalgiaweek day five: shenanigans! a very happy all fools’ day from me and everyone in the archives :)
“You got the goods?”
Martin nodded seriously. He reached into his jacket and, one by one, produced the instruments of chaos necessary to the events of the day.
Sasha grinned widely, and it only grew wider as she took inventory. Zip ties, fine glitter, styrofoam plates and cups, silly string, and several rolls of duct tape, all check, and more on the way according to the text she’d got from Tim. Martin seemed to be almost vibrating in excitement, eyes alight with mischief. She took out her notebook and they started to review the plan.
“-and if we time it exactly right, with Hannah to keep watch, of course, it’ll get him right in the-“
“Happy All Fools’!” came the shout, heralding Tim with a joyous laugh and a heavy tote bag. He set it down on the table with a satisfying thunk and let himself be swept up in one of Martin’s great bear hugs.
“You’re late,” Martin accused laughingly.
“Have you considered that you two might just be early?”
“Forget that, let’s see what you’ve got!”
Tim’s smile grew as he reached into the tote. “We have here my finest equipment, my greatest collection, the tools of a master’s trade-“ Martin swatted at him- “All right, okay…” He flourished each item as he listed it off. “Half a dozen whoopee cushions. Several bags of balloons. One industrial-size ball of twine. A packet of plastic spiders. Four handshake zappers. One rubber rat. And the centerpiece, my Magnus opus, if you will… one hundred wallet-size portraits of Jimmy Magma himself.”
“Holy shit, Tim, you came through,” Sasha breathed. “This is gonna be absolutely brilliant.”
“Ah, good morning, Tim,” came Jon’s voice from the doors to the breakroom. “Delighted you decided to show.” The three assistants froze. He raised an eyebrow. “What’s all this, then?”
“It’s April Fool’s day?” Martin squeaked out before anybody could think up a good story. Dammit, Sasha knew they’d missed something planning.
“I see.” Jon offered in a tone that said they very much did not. “I take it you were banking on my being shut up in the office all day?” Their collective silence was answer enough. “Right.” He made a valiant attempt to look indifferent. “Carry on, then, I won’t interfere, but I won’t be held responsible.” Jon turned to go.
“Wait,” Tim said, surprising, it seemed, even himself. “D’you want in on it?”
“Tim-!” Sasha hissed. He waved her off- but she knew that look now she saw it. A plan was forming.
“We could use your help, y’know- most of this is pretty standard stuff, we’re gonna put up glitter bombs in the doors and take the-“ He cut off abruptly as Jon held up a hand.
They tried for a beleaguered sigh, failed, and instead broke into a small, amused smile. “What do you want me to do?”
Martin shared a wide-eyed look with Sasha as Tim eagerly explained the climax of their plan. Jon nodded along, their smile growing more and more genuine- and more and more dastardly.
Finally, he turned to go. “I think I can manage that. Just give me… an hour, to finish up the box I’m on.” Tim nodded, giving a mock salute, and with that their boss- their boss, holy shit- was gone.
“Tim, what were you thinking?” Martin whisper-yelled the moment the door clicked shut. “He said he didn’t want to be involved.”
“They said they didn’t want to be held responsible,” Tim countered. “Besides, he’s the perfect one for this- he’s got legitimate reasons to be in Douchard’s office.”
“And we don’t?”
“I’m with Tim,” Sasha interjected. “Jon deserves to have a little fun once in a while. And besides, his being part of it guarantees he won’t rat us out.”
Martin sighed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” A beat. “Well, let’s get going, shall we? This place isn’t gonna booby-trap itself.”
And get going they did. With plastic wrap over tea left out, spiders in desk drawers, silly string rigged up on sinks, and other harmless little tricks, today had been months in the making. Sasha remembered well the day Martin had sat them down and told them about a tradition from when he was a kid- on he, for reasons yet undiscovered, wanted to start up with them. The tradition in question?
Total carnage she hadn’t thought the nervous, tea-brewing mass of jumper 5$-) was Martin’s face value capable of.
But all too soon it was done, and the three of them had very carefully navigated the network of traps back down to the breakroom. Sasha was animatedly recounting a close call in artefact storage with a tripwire and a nosy researcher when Jon entered, narrowly missing the confetti popper tied to the doorknob. He looked tired, moreso than before, but surprisingly eager.
“Okay, Jon,” Martin told him. “Rosie says he’s on the phone with some donor, but he’ll be leaving for lunch in… ten minutes and be gone til around 1130.”
“Which gives me… er… fifty minutes…? to get in, put them up, and get back out.”
“Yep.” Sasha held up a plain manila folder. “They’re in here, so’s a card of sticky tack.”
“Now, you know Rosie’s already agreed to help us, but that doesn’t go for the rest of the floor. You have to look like you have business.” Tim pushed his shoulders back and made a face like he’d smelled something sour. “Y’know-“ he put on an overly posh accent- “I’m the Archivist, I’ll zap you with my lazer eyes if you perceive me, I ha- ow!” He gripped his shoulder dramatically where Sasha had smacked him. “You get the idea.”
Jon chuckled darkly. “Do I really act like that?” Martin shrugged apologetically. “Well-“
“He’s gone!” said Sasha, thrusting the folder of tiny Jonahs into their hands. “Go, go!”
“Go, Jon!”
“Remember the safe route!”
The three cheered laughingly as Jon straightened up to his full tiny meter and a half and headed out the breakroom and up.
A tense ten minutes passed. Twenty. Martin left to take care of something trivial and returned. Thirty. The silence was broken only by the occasional giggle, quickly hushed by the other two. Forty minutes. They were getting quite down to the wire.
Pop! The party cracker at the door went off, making everybody jump. Jon had yelped and thrown the folder still in their hands, and now stood in the doorway, hair full of paper bits and sputtering laughingly.
“The deed is done,” they proclaimed dramatically through laughter, all but collapsing into an open folding chair. “That was- so much worse than I could’ve imagined. They were all- they were all staring at me.”
Sasha joined him first in laughter, the others soon to follow. Nobody could really understand what anybody was saying-
“…can you imagine?”
“Your face-“
“All of those eyes-“
“This is the greatest plan you've had since-“
Eventually, though, the energy died down. Jon stood, visibly reassuming the role of “boss”. “Well, that was certainly amusing. But we should all get back to work.”
“Come on, admit it, you had fun,” Sasha goaded.
“…all right, I did,” they admitted, “Doesn’t mean you lot’re getting out of anything, though.”
With a last conspiratorial look, the four separated Sasha liked to imagine she could hear Elias’s shout of confused frustration m as he returns to find his office plastered in tiny, smirking Jonah Magnuses.
She didn’t have to imagine Jon’s as he opened his own door and was showered in a cupful of neon pink glitter.
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the joe mogus featured here, by the wonderful @fox-guardian:
[ID: A digital drawing of Jonathan Sims, Sasha James, Martin Blackwood, and Tim Stoker from The Magnus Archives in pride-themed clothing.
Jon is a thin, brown-skinned man with long, curly, gray-streaked black hair swept to one side, a mustache and light beard, black painted nails, and half-moon glasses with a beaded chain with the beads being the asexual pride flag colors. He is wearing a green shirt, a brown shawl, a black skirt with wrinkles drawn in a gradient of the bisexual pride flag colors, a nonbinary flag-colored bracelet, and a black ace ring on his right middle finger.
Sasha is a midsized, light-brown-skinned woman with long, curly black hair done up to appear short, nails painted in the aromantic pride flag colors with matching eye makeup, red lipstick, and cat-eye glasses. Her chest is bound flat and she is wearing a salmon sweater over a yellow button-up shirt, a long skirt colored with the nonbinary flag colors, and earrings in the shape of cronuts iced with the nonbinary flag colors as well.
Martin is a tall, fat, white man with short, bright red hair and freckles with a small goatee and round glasses. He is swearing a sweater made with the trans flag colors over a white button up, and his nails are painted rainbow.
Tim is a slim, light-brown-skinned man with a lilac-colored mullet with both sides of his head shaved, and he has a small goatee and ear gauges. He is wearing a partially unbuttoned button-up with the bisexual pride flag colors under a long cardigan made with the trans flag colors and black pants, and he is holding a white mug with the “Best Buy” logo on it, changed to say “Best Bi”.
Jon is sitting in the front with one hand raised, twiddling fingers with Sasha, who is standing to his right, viewer’s left. They are both smiling mischievously with cat-mouths and their shoulders are hunched up to their ears. Tim is to Jon’s left, viewer’s right, standing behind him and smiling. Martin is behind them all, with his hands resting on Sasha and Tim’s arms, as though he were going to pull them in for a hug. He is smiling. end ID]
im. late but uhhhh pride drawing for @tmanostalgiaweek heehee
[ID: Two digital drawings of Jonathan Sims and Tim Stoker from The Magnus Archives.
The first image is of Jon, a thin, brown-skinned man with short, curly gray-streaked black hair half-pulled-back into a ponytail with bangs, a mustache and light beard, a gold hoop earring, green painted nails, and half-moon glasses with a green beaded chain. He is wearing a pink button-up shirt with a green floral pattern, completely unbuttoned showing his chest with chest hair and a top-surgery scar under his visible pec. He is also wearing white shorts and holding a cigarette. He is sitting holding himself up with one hand with his legs open looking annoyed at the viewer.
The second image is of Tim, a slim, light-brown-skinned man with a lilac-colored mullet with both sides of his head shaved, a small goatee, ear gauges, a cut in his eyebrow, brown eyes, and purple rectangular glasses. He’s wearing a black turtleneck, brown suspenders, and muted teal trousers with a grid pattern on them. He is stood smiling at the viewer with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a muted teal houndstooth patterned coat over his shoulder. end ID]
saw that one post about hawaiian shirt jon and “dark academia” tim and decided to do that for fashion day for @tmanostalgiaweek
[ID: A digital drawing of Sasha James, Martin Blackwood, Tim Stoker and Jonathan Sims all together with their pride flags. Sasha is at the top resting her arms on Martin’s and Tim’s heads, booping Tim’s nose with one hand as he smiles widely with his eyes closed, and as Martin looks at her with a tiny smile. Tim has one arm around Martin’s back and holding his shoulder and the other on Jon’s shoulder, Jon standing between them and a bit lower on the picture. Both Martin and Jon are holding Tim’s hands on their respective shoulder, and Jon is making eye contact with Sasha with different degrees of a smile on their faces. A pansexual flag is falling down onto Sasha’s shoulders while Jon has an asexual flag around his, Tim is holding with both hands a bisexual flag encompassing the three men, and from the hand on Jon’s end a transgender flag raises in the wind around them both. //End ID]
[ID: A digital drawing featuring Sasha James, Jonathan Sims and Tim Stoker hanging out on Jon’s office. Sasha is sitting on top of the desk with her eyes closed as she talks, one hand raised in demonstration, while Jon sits on his desk chair with his elbow on the desk propping up his face, and Tim sits backwards on a chair facing both of them, crossing his arms at the top of the chair and resting his chin on them. Both Jon and Tim are looking at Sasha, the former with a raised eyebrow and a vague unimpressed look and the later with a fond smile, both of them spotting a light blush on their cheeks. //End ID]
Tma Nostalgia Week Day 2: Romance
@tmanostalgiaweek when you’re head archivist and yet you let your friends sit on your desk/ramble to you in Your office…. thats amore u_u 🌻💞
anyway im still team “s1 tim AND jon had a crush on sasha prove me wrong” and ill Never Stop
@tmanostalgiaweek some pride archives, anyone? some lovely queer people archiving perhaps?
[ID: a flat-coloured lineup of Jon, Martin, Tim and Sasha from The Magnus Archives walking together. From left to right:
Tim is a bisexual trans man with tawny skin, straight dark hair, slight facial hair, ear piercings and a slim athletic build. He’s wearing a tank top with the bisexual flag colours, light wash skinny jeans ripped at the knees and cuffed at the ankles, dark laced boots, and a pale pink and white jumper tied around his waist. He’s talking and looking at Sasha, gesturing with one hand and holding hers in the other.
Sasha is a tall, chubby aromantic pansexual nonbinary person with sepia skin, long curly brown hair tied in a ponytail, and cats-eye glasses. She’s wearing a green and white checked sundress over a white turtleneck, knee-high socks patterned with nonbinary flag coloured stripes, and black converse with the tongue and soles coloured with the pansexual flag colours. Their hair is tied back with a scrunchie coloured with the aromantic flag colours. She’s holding Tim’s hand and looking back at him with a smile.
Jon is a short, skinny biromantic asexual agender person with dark brown skin, long dark hair loosely tied back, scruffy facial hair and square glasses. He’s wearing a black crop top with a lacy hem over a mesh shirt, a maxi length black skirt with agender flag coloured stripes at the base and tall black boots. They’re also wearing an ace ring and a chunky cuff bracelet with the bi flag colours, and they have the agender flag painted on both cheeks. He’s gesturing with one hand and looking upwards, talking excitedly and surrounded by speech bubbles.
Martin is a tall, fat gay asexual trans man with fair freckled skin, curly light brown hair and round glasses. He’s wearing olive corduroy overalls with coloured patches over a creamy jumper, and bicolour converse shoes - one cherry red, and one sky blue. The straps of his overalls are decorated with three pins, bearing the rainbow flag, the trans flag and the asexual flag, respectively. The patch on the chest bears an embroidered highland cow. He has both eyes closed and is smiling nervously, one hand at his neck.
Behind them is a wavy pattern coloured in bright cyan, indigo and hot pink over a plain white background. End description.]
sasha as the phantom of the opera (you know i had to put her in a mask)
martin as himself arthur the aardvark
tim as the finest cat burglar in all of bromley himself
jon as “this is a place of work! an academic institution—tim, i will not wear those cat ears! i have a reputation to uphold as the head of my department—”
wrote this bittersweet fluff one-shot for @tmanostalgiaweek , for the prompt “holidays”!! basically: the season one archives gang celebrates new years eve together, is cute and in love, and hopes for a good future. hope y’all enjoy!!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/30368118
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
i cheated a little bit for @tmanostalgiaweek day three- holiday! none of them are really the same religion/have similar traditions in my mind and i don’t know how non-regions holiday work in the uk... so here. i’m not projecting at all lmao
“Come on, we all need a break. It’s the summer solstice, this is the only proper way to celebrate, it’s a beautiful day out, I even made sandwiches ahead of time- what’s gonna stop us from going out and just breathing?”
And that is how Jon ends up in the back of Tim’s van, jolting along down a gravel road in the middle of a work day and doing his best to maintain some semblance of decorum. The drive isn’t all that long, maybe an hour all told, and right around halfway they find themself relaxing. Tim and Sasha sing boisterously along to the radio and Martin in the seat beside him stares out the window, watching clouds roll by.
Soon enough they’re parked in the middle of a field Jon didn’t even know existed, uncurling themselves from the seats. Martin is rummaging in the boot and comes up with a big, sketchy-looking bag that turns out just to be food, and lots of it, and a sneaking suspicion comes over Jon.
“You planned this, didn’t you,” he accuses. “The lot of you.”
“Okay, maybe so,” ventures Tim. “But we figured if we told you ahead of time you’d shut us down.”
“I wouldn’t-“ They break off at Sasha’s raised eyebrow. “Okay, maybe I- yes, yes I would’ve, happy?” Jon busies his hands helping Sasha lay out an old flannel blanket on the grass.
Tim starts pulling packages seemingly at random from Martin’s bag, tossing them out onto the blanket. “Not exactly. But you’re here now, there’s hope yet.”
Jon sits, considering shrugging off his cardigan under the bright midday sun, but ultimately he keeps it on, accepting a sandwich wrapped in plastic and a green banana as the four of them settle into a circle on the ground.
The afternoon passes in an odd sort of blur, conversation flowing as easily as lemonade from the mammoth jug Sasha made. They laugh so hard they cry, eat way too much, gossip and banter and in the end fall into peaceful silence, watching the odd cloud and countless birds make their way across the bright blue sky.
By the time they’re piling back into the van, sun-baked and tired in that pleasant way you can only be after a day like this, almost all the tension is gone from Jon’s body. They sing along on the way back to the Institute, uncaring, and if they had a moment to think about it the change in his attitude from earlier that morning would make him laugh, and laugh, and laugh.
Before returning “to the war”, as Martin put it, they agree to do it again, on a weekend this time, Tim, and I’m not sitting in that car for another two hours, I’m sorry.
Jon finds himself, now, in the disastrous mess of the archives. The mammoth task of organization seems less so all of a sudden, and he knows the others feel it too- the assurance that they’ll have it handled together.
There might be some merit in taking a bit of a holiday, after all.
