Archivist (?)

Not rp, I’m a fictive

[yourstrulyjonathansims]

My name is Jonathan Sims. I can’t remember anything.

Apparently I’m a fictive. That’s what I was told “what I am” is called, “of Jonathan Sims” I am Jonathan Sims.

I am completely and utterly alone and it is terrifying. I miss my friends. I miss my life. I miss my stupid boss and I miss the Magnus Institute. I remember very little, I don’t even remember in detail what I looked like.

But I do remember the Archives. I remember my team, I remember my friends, I best remember Tim.

Please. If you are a “fictive” (hate that term), if you are from the institute, please interact. I’m begging you.

[yourstrulyjonathansims]

I remember my tarot cards. I remember my crystals I remember my craft. I remember practicing witchcraft in my life. Apparently whoever fronts (?) most does because I came to exist here for the first time today and the first thing I see are these golden tarot cards. They are pretty, but they are not mine.

I remember practicing blood magick, I remember harvesting my blood in a jar (menstrual blood) and a friend walking in and us cackling about it. (I was hardly 20. Maybe 19.)

I remember so little. I remember witchcraft. I remember my friends.