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alternate universe - (day 23 of @jontimjune)

AAUAGH MY MALEVOLENT!JONTIM AU. JUST LITTLE DOODLES BUT STILL:)

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Day #24: Arts / Music

It’s time for the twenty-fourth day, and its associated prompt: Arts / Music! Today’s the day for instruments, favourite songs, dances, handicrafts, and perchance, strange music… You could even depict Jon or Tim practising your fan medium of choice, in a recursive loop of drawing people drawing, writing people writing, and so on. We’ve got two dozen days’ worth of your arts, and we’re happy to see even more @jontimjune!

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Day #23: Alternate Universe

Day twenty-three brings us to an absolute classic, one that some folks have definitely already done: Alternate Universes, or AUs. Whether that’s analyzing the knock-on effects of a change in setting, world, social organization, culture, or time (the TMA fandom loves time travel shenanigans), there are so many possibilities for “Jontim… but different!” So many options that we won’t even waste our breath listing some — show us yours instead!

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Day #22: Terror / Trauma

Welcome to the fourth week of Jontim June! The twenty-second prompt is Terror / Trauma — just in case you forgot this is a tragic horror podcast! Jon and Tim have both suffered so much and seen such horrific incidents, have been both paralyzed and mobilized by fear. So elaborate on that — there’s no shortage of inspiration to draw upon! Art, writing, whatever you like, send it our way.

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Day #21: Carnivals / Circuses

It’s the twenty-first of June, meaning it’s the solstice, and all the holidays that entails. For those enjoying the longest summer day of the year, we’re offering one way to celebrate with today’s prompt: Carnivals / Circuses! If you like the fluff of a day spent under bright lights playing rigged games and winning oversized prizes, or the angst of some canonical clown trauma, or some unique blend, we want to hear about it!

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Day #20: Sleeping Together

Day twenty is for Sleeping Together, another fairly self-explanatory prompt. It’s a well-known euphemism, but we’re here for mutual unconsciousness, too! Tuck them into bed together like beloved plush toys, or on a couch, or someplace else more or less horizontal. Perhaps even on that fateful night before the Unknowing… We won’t rest until we see what you’ve dreamt up, so be sure to let us know!

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Day #19: Protection

It’s the nineteenth day of Jontim June, and so, here’s the nineteenth prompt: Protection! We love a good protective streak (or defensive one, in some cases). Whether you prefer them shielding themselves or one another from physical or emotional threats, we’d love to check it out, so don’t forget to tag us @jontimjune or via #jontimjune.

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Day #18: Ink / Jewellery

Eighteen days in, and we’re on to a fun one: Ink / Jewellery! That could be tattoos and piercings if you’re so inclined, and all the design possibilities that could imply. Or, there’s plenty of ink to read and spill in Jon and Tim’s line of work, especially with all those handwritten statements. Maybe even rings signalling a change in relationship? Whatever direction you choose to take it, we want to decorate our blog with your prompt fills, so make sure tag us!

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Day #17: Shelter

It’s time for the seventeenth prompt: Shelter! Get as literal or metaphorical as you want. Let them seek sanctuary from a sudden rain shower, from risks to life and limb… from their feelings, perchance…? Plenty of options, and we want to bring them all under our umbrella at #jontimjune!

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Day #16: Jealousy

Day sixteen is for Jealousy, which is so self-explanatory we’re reticent to even dwell on it. The envy, desire, want, resentment, resolution — it’s all so scrumptious, and we want to see your art, writing, and suchlike all about it! Who’s jealous of who, or what, and why? Let us know by tagging #jontimjune! 

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@jontimjune the prompt today was role/entity swap and idk why but my first idea was like. archivist tim/web jon,,, here they are

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Day #15: Compulsions / Confessions

Wow, we’re halfway through Jontim June already! Thank you all for sticking with us, whether you’re a creator or an observer!The prompt for day fifteen is Compulsions / Confessions — lots of potential for two blokes with so many secrets and problems, especially when they’ve both got such a knack for wringing information out of people (suavely or supernaturally). We’re super excited for this one, so don’t keep your works a secret.

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fear / role swap - (day 14 of @jontimjune)

ilobe these guys. and have several thoughts

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Day #14: Fear/Role Swap

We’re on the cusp of the third week, and day fourteen brings us a real treat: Fear/Role Swap! One’s the archivist, and the other an assistant. One’s the fulcrum of an apocalyptic plot, and the other a rogue element. One’s the plaything of the grim and terrible Beholding, and the other… well, who’s to say? With so many fears and junctions in this podcast’s plot, changing Jon and Tim’s positions, roles, or dread power alignments offers endless fascinating possibilities! 

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alright, that’s enough, let’s get you home.

@jontimjune - recovery (day 13)

(tw for. i dunno. just jon being out of it in general. the short of it is hes high off meds and acts different as a result. gets a little angsty but dw!!!!! hurt/comfort to the rescue....)

Try as he might, Jon cannot move at the moment. Not far, at least.

Or, he can, he’d just rather not, knowing he’d collapse to the floor and all. The cot isn’t close enough to crawl to anymore.

But he needs to go somewhere.

Maybe.

He sort’ve forgot where exactly he needs to go, but he knows it’s somewhere.

He taps at the buttons on his little office phone, dialing a number he thinks is important, and bringing the receiver to his ear. At least he remembers how that works.

“Jon? Do you need something?” No. No, that wasn’t right he didn’t want that voice.

“Tim.” That one. He wanted that one. “Martin, can you— Tim. Please. Thank you, Martin.”

And he hung up, smiling. Tim was on his way! Tim, Tim, Tim. He liked that guy. He liked that guy a lot and Martin was getting him.

What an amazing day.

Then he zoned out for a bit and guess what? Tim was actually there. Real and in the flesh, right there in the doorway. He was staring.

“You rang, boss?” Yes. Yes, mhm, that’s what he wanted. More of that.

“Yes, Tim, it’s very urgent, as you can see, I need to, uh—” And he wasn’t moving, was he?

He hadn’t moved. He was too caught up in enjoying the sound of Tim’s name leaving his mouth, rolling the syllables on his tongue.

“How many painkillers did y’ take?” No. No, he didn’t want that. That didn’t matter.

“Enough. Can you— Talk. Can you talk more. I like your voice, Tim, it’s very nice.” And he’s smiling again, a wide, loose-lipped grin.

“Jesus christ, you’re high as a kite. Why are you even here?” He wasn’t in the sky, was he? He felt like he was on the ground. He was on the ground. Two feet on the floor for proof.

“I had things to get done. And— And I needed to talk to you. Needed you to talk to me. Wait, no—” Apologize. Yes, right, that’s what he needed to do. Good job, Jonathan.

“I’m sorry. Yes, that’s what I needed. I’m sorry, Tim, for stalking you and— And being an awful friend.” He sniffled.

“I don’t—”

“No, no, no, shut up, I’m— Listen. Please. I’m sorry for everything. It’s all my fault and, and I shouldn’t have tried to carry it all myself. I should’ve trusted you and, and—”

He choked around the words, sobs tearing through him and tears falling. This is what he had needed to do.

“I’m sorry for what I’ve done. Sasha would still be alive if it weren’t for me. And you’d still, you’d still like me if only I’d listened.”

Oh, yeah, he was standing now, stumbling his way over to Tim. His fingers found themselves clawed into the man’s bomber jacket and his face buried into his chest, tears and snot staining the fabric.

“I, I missed you, Tim, I’m so sorry.”

And, really, that was what he’d needed. He’d been longing to get that off his chest.

Two arms. He felt two arms around him, one on his waist and the other cradling his head. Tim wasn’t just here and listening, he was holding him. He was comforting him.

A violent sob is all he managed in terms of a reply, then another, then another.

“Let it out, boss, don’t have much reason to stop you. You’ve already blabbered on and you’re clinging to me like a koala.”

Oh.

Oh, Tim, listened to him.

Well, crying just a tad harder was certainly his only valid response. Or the one that he landed on at least.

Only worsened by Tim starting to rock and sway, shushing him all the while. Gentle and quiet. When had he last been so timid?

“It’s okay,” He mutters now, resting his chin on top of Jon’s head. “It’s okay.”

But he’s not accepting the apology.

But Tim isn’t forgiving him.

“Please, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” And just for good measure, with his face stuffed into the crook of the other’s neck; “Forgive me.”

“Not now. I’m—” And Tim sighed.

“Not now, Jon. I just can’t.”

“Why not?” Is all he could get out, clawing and asking, damn near pleading. Why? Why, why, why? He just wants to know why.

“Doesn’t matter.” Tim still hadn’t pulled away. Good. That’s good. He missed this warmth.

“It does.” He chokes, somehow still sobbing. Was he lightheaded? He felt lightheaded.

“It does to me. I’m here. I’m listening now. Please, Tim, give me a chance.”

“You’re high, boss.”

“So?” He could hear the begging edge to his own voice and he let it remain there. He let it seep in and take over.

“So,” Tim continued, pulling himself away from Jon’s grip. “Let’s get you home. You haven’t been working anyhow.”

“Home?”

“Christ, yeah, home, Jon, Georgie’s flat?”

“I, ahm— I don’t, I don’t live with her anymore. I’ve been staying in the Archives. Or, or hotels.”

And Tim all but glared at him. But he could see it, tucked and buried and hidden, was the other’s concern for him.

“Right, of course. With me then.”

What?

“I, uh— Pardon?”

“Come back to my place. You can stay with me for a bit. Just until you’re off whatever the docs put you on.”

Well, who was he to say no?

“Alright. I’ll go with you, Tim.”

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bit of a late entry to @jontimjune the prompt was comfy/cozy and I just think they both need to sit down and chill,,,, idk if I'll be able to keep up the whole month but im hoping to make more because theyre just my lil guys

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Day #13: Injury / Recovery

Day thirteen is here, dedicated to Injury / Recovery! Physical and emotional wounds alike happen all the time, especially in this show, and maybe even deserve tending to..? Oh, the intimacy of tending to another’s injuries (worm wounds, anyone?) Today’s fairly straightforward, so we won’t belabour the point — and we’d be hurt if you didn’t share your incredible creations with us, so be sure to tag us!