#tma jon

[tyrannosarahsrex8]

Welcome to the “whoops! I accidentally started got manipulated into starting the apocalypse!” Club. Members being Jonathan Sims and Mable Pines. They’re both ✨traumatised✨

Bonus comic

[jellyshoes-fandomfolk]

The first time Martin told Jon I love you Jon wasn't thinking and immediately asked "why would you do that". It took him 3 days to stop thinking about it non-stop.100

[wawooshkat]

"Elias, am I still human?"

[deathnguts]

Right person, far too late

[mothmanred]

"How much of you is even left?" [from the straw page! : roll 2 D20 die and draw jon w/ as many eyes :3 ]

[changelingz-notebook]

“Its alright Jon, I've got you.” Martin whispered as he held Jon close to his chest, the smaller man clenching onto the gingers sweater. “It was a nightmare.. alright? Do you want to do what we practiced?”

Jon slowly nodded, sniffling as he tried to take deep and slow breaths.

Martin rested his chin on Jon's shoulder as his hand traced the old scars on the Archivists arm, speaking in a soft but slow voice. “Five things you can see?”

Jon inhaled slowly as he tried to open his eyes— to many eyes. He immediately shut them close again, tears sprouting up again from the pain in his head. He slowly opened them again, watery green eyes staring at the wall behind Martin. “I-I see.. I see.. I see the bed.. the painting on the wall.. the white curls in your hair.. your sweater.. a-and.. I see you..”

Martin slowly nodded. “Four things you can hear?”

Jon's hand ungripped from Martins sweater and slowly reached down to hold his hand. “I-I.. can hear.. the fan above us.. the owl outside.. the coyote nearby.. and your heartbeat..”

Martin smiled a little as his hand reached to Jon's back, slowly tracing the scars once more. “Three things you can feel?”

“u-uh..” Jon's eyes felt like they were spinning as more eyes tried to open up on his face again, forcing himself to shut his eyes once more and rest his head against the crook of martins neck. “I feel.. I feel your hand.. my clothes.. and.. and your wool sweater..”

Martin traced his hand down to Jons lower back, holding him there for a while. “your doing great love.. two things you can smell?”

Jon let out a shakey sigh as he inhaled. “I-I smell.. I smell smoke and.. I smell your honey shampoo..”

Martin rested his hands down Jon's arms and into his hands, gently holding them but also firmly. “One thing you can taste?”

“Blood..” Jon sighed.. he hated nights like these, having to wake up in the dead of night from sudden pain in his head that it sends him into a panic. He curled up against Martin as he breathed slowly, his hand never leaving Martins. He opened his eyes slowly, no extra eyes this time.

“Your alright, we're here. We're in the cabin, nobody is coming to get us. Not Peter, not Nikola, not Elias.. nobody will find us here. Not even Annabelle.” Martin placed a gentle kiss on Jon's forehead, moving the grey strands of hair out of his face.

“Not even Annabelle?..”

“Not even her.”

Jon inhaled slowly again as he sighed, his body not as shakey and the pain had disappeared now. “I-Im.. I'm sorry, I thought it would stop..” he muttered as he closed his eyes, laying and curling up against Martin as he laid back down. “Its alright Jon, you can't predict it.. let's head back to sleep, alright?”

“..alright..”

[allhailmib]

My sweaty Eldritch pookie

[69boopiedoopers69]

JonMartin fanart because I love these two so much 🥹

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Speedpaint (I honestly don't know why it's like this)

[skittlesandham]

repost for just the art

maybe this will be an art print someday who knows

[thatasspooryorick]

headcanoning jon as having like a ton of tattoos just bc i feel like it. like if i were martin and i saw tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves i would also be going absolutely fucking nuts for him just saying

[oribellame]

The Magnus Archives - MAG 102 sketch

That's one way to overreact, Elias

I just found this scrolling through my 2024 drawings and it makes me laugh too much to not post it anywhere

[wonderlands-ass]

I've had this in my head for ages

I got a speed paint (is that what it's called?) Under the cut too :)

[noodlesewp]

One of my favorite things with TMA fanart is when people draw Elias with eye paraphernalia or motifs because it makes pre entity discovery tma so much funnier

[wawooshkat]

(Kinda Inscryption Spoilers)

T-The Archivist? Archivist?? Jon??? Jonathan Sims????

[herebutbarely44]

Omg I have fucked up my fyp so fucking bad omggg. Umm how do I fix this hahahahhhhhh

I'm very sorry but imma tag this with tma so I can try and fix this ignore me

[chaoscanary]

#0251807 - Square Hole

[TAPE CLICKS ON]

[ARCHIVIST]: Statement of Grian regarding a...square hole. Original statement given July 18th, 2025. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, The Archivist. Statement begins.

[ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT)]: I should probably start this off by saying that me and my friends all live in a game, a death game so to speak.

I teamed up with Pearl and Gem, the strongest members I could think of. And for fun we dug a small hole, where if you stepped on some of the pressure plates, you would fall. We named it the Square Hole. It was fun watching people almost fall in, especially Scar.

No one fell in at the end of the day, and we all went to bed.

It got Bdubs first in the morning. Gem forgot to tell him about it, he fell, his screaming echoing in the hole, The hole was now a little bit bigger after his death, almost like it had eaten him. Everyone knew about the Square Hole at this point, and were avoiding it. Skizz wanted to try to see if he could get out in time, he ran, trying to get to the edge, but the hole got him too. The Square Hole had gotten deeper again.

After a while of feeding the Square Hole, I couldn't see the bottom of it anymore. Pure dark abyss, pure void. At this point, anyone that would succumb to the Square Hole would have no body to bury. The Square Hole had hunger. It wanted to feed. And feed it did.

I led Impulse over to it, to see what would happen, for Impulse was afraid. I was afraid. My team and I had created a monster. We couldn't control it anymore. Impulse fell. The Square Hole had consumed most of our base. Anyone who fell was lost to the vast void, never to be seen again.

As I am writing this, Pearl is gone. We built graves for all of the players who had been lost to the Square Hole. Some of those graves don't exist anymore.

I can't keep feeding it. I can't keep sacrificing people who were once my friends. I have to though, for it will take me if I don't. The Square Hole hungers, it feeds on players, on everything, and it will come for me.

I came to you guys because you are supposed to fix it, right? I just want all this to be over. I want my friends back. I don't know if they would consider me a friend after what I've done. I just need to watc-

[ARCHIVIST]: Statement ends. The ink after this has melted. And it seems like there's nothing on the back, but GOOD LOR-

[STATEMENT IS THROWN ONTO THE DESK, THE PAPER IS NOW HAS SCATTERED, PURPLE EYES POPPING OUT OF THE PAGE, THERE IS WRITING ON THE PAGE]

[ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT), THE WORDS SOUND LIKE THEY ARE BEING FORCED OUT]: ℸ⍑ᒷ ∷╎⎓ℸ ⍑ᔑᓭ 𝙹!¡ᒷリᒷリ↸, ᔑ リᒷ ∴ ∷ᒷᔑꖎᒲ ⍑ᔑᓭ ᒷᒲᒷ∷⊣ᒷ↸.

[HEAVY BREATHING]

[ARCHIVIST]: I...don't know this language. I've never seen it. I...need a rest, I'll tell Melanie to take this to Artifact Storage.

S-Statement ends.

[TAPE CLICKS OFF]