#gnc jon sims

[mossymorels]

[fiendishartist2]

im a little embarrassed to post this one but i spent so much time on it so here

[thoughts-and-gayers]

one day i discovered skirt!jon and i never went back. jon's gender fuckery in the fandom is so fun and spectacular and im so happy that people have created that!

i think that gender-fuckery jon in the fandom has made me more comfortable presenting feminine as a transmasc nonbinary person. im still nailing down the details, but over time ive slowly been realizing that yes, i can be afab, trans, and feminine.

idk i just wanted to rant about feminine jon and how jon sims has been a really important part of my self-discovery journey

[ao3feed-jonmartin]

The Butterfly Effect Of Being 3 Days Late

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/U39DdNK by BlazeTopMystery Nikola's actions (or lack thereof) have changed the timeline, well, that and that Jon is Gender Non-Conforming and just realizing it (painfully slow and with some internalized transphobia but what can you do, we've all been there) and with quickly growing powers. We see the way the timeline unfolds, more and more different by the day. From Jon and Martin building a reliable friendship early to Tim's required assistance on a new problem, may the ending shock and satisfy you. The best way to understand is to just read it tbh Words: 6148, Chapters: 1/25, Language: English Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M, Other Characters: Martin Blackwood, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Georgie Barker, Melanie King, Peter Lukas, Jude Perry, Julia Montauk, Trevor Herbert, Michael "Mike" Crew, The Distortion (The Magnus Archives), Original Male Character(s) Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Additional Tags: Graphic description of injury and recovery, Trauma, Canon Typical Horror, Jon gets kidnapped three days late, But It changes almost everything, timeline still mirrors Cannon though, Homebrew artifacts, Tim Stoker Lives (The Magnus Archives), Miscommunication, Mutual Pining, Suicidal Thoughts, Boss/Employee Relationship, slightly creepy crush actions, Really Jon?, Positive feeling overload, Touch-Starved, Everyone Needs A Hug, Canon Asexual Character, Asexual Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Gender Confusion, Coming Out, Gnc!Jon, He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, eventually, It would be neo pronouns but Jon is an old-fashioned bitch, Ah fuck it maybe a dash of neo pronouns as a treat idk yet, Lonely Avatar Martin Blackwood, Protective Martin Blackwood, wholesome bonding, america (derogatory), Martin gets to set shit on fire, Angst, don’t worry it gets worse before it gets better, but the beginning of this is kinda sweet?, no I lied it’s not, Eventual Fluff, (I have never written this many tags before and I still feel like I'm missing something), POV: The pov is a chaotic revolving door, for a man who hates fire he’s quite the pyromaniac read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/U39DdNK

[ritties-moving]

cellbit is literally fanon jon sims tma but pale and not gnc

[solarianvoidthearoace]

Excerpt #2 from my JonGerry WiP

CN/TW for this one: loaded flirting, teasing and squabbling, implication of homophobia, implication of transphobia, very brief discussion of boundaries around sex (as in: hard no, won't happen), misunderstanding around the flirting

Jon actually dozed off at one point, his head pillowed on Gerry’s shoulder and body curled towards them. Delicately manoeuvring Jon’s glasses off his nose, Gerry pressed a kiss to his forehead,

“I love you.” A sleepy smile tugged at Jon’s lips,

“Love you too.” Putting the glasses away onto the nearby side table, Gerry themself snuggled closer until he was curled around Jon protectively. Just like back then. Not because Jon couldn’t take care of himself, no. But because Gerry always had been taller and more scary looking. And in the privacy of their youth bedrooms, it had simply been because it felt right.

It was dark out, when the both of them woke up again. Tangled together and still pressed close with Jon’s wide ankle skirt acting as sort of a blanket. After the initial surprise, Jon’s expression turned soft. Gentle and fond as he trailed his fingers down Gerry’s face. Blinking sleepily, Gerry hummed,

“Depending on how late it is, you up for pizza?” Instead of answering, Jon decided to first pepper Gerry’s cheeks with kisses. They were giggling under him, before he relented and sat up,

“Sounds good to me. But maybe we should turn on some lights before anything else.” Gerry poked him in the ribs,

“Good point. Let me up?” Jon simply flopped down against the armrest opposite to the one Gerry had been resting against, drawing his legs in and sitting sort of sidesaddle on the cushion there. Standing up, they handed him his glasses, before crossing the room to reach the light switches.

“Any preference about that pizza?” While Jon made himself more comfortable, still with his legs next to him on the sofa, he also grabbed his phone, checking the time.

“You still like pepperoni salami?”, he turned to look at Gerry over the back of the couch. Nodding, they returned to the couch but paused behind the backrest, slinging his crossed arms over the top of it and leaning in towards Jon,

“Sure, as if I could ever lose my taste for hot.” His gentle attempt to cup Jon’s chin was met with a playful snarl.

“Well, hot tempered, apparently”, they conceded, pressing a quick kiss to Jon’s hair instead. Shooting Gerry a look, Jon rolled his eyes, turning away and putting the order into his phone,

“Big one and we share?”

Over dinner, they talked about Gerry’s art. Past shows and exhibits his works had been a part of, how he always stood in as one of Gertrude’s assistants to participate without being questioned.

“So there you have it, finally you know all there is to know about both of my jobs”, they nudged Jon’s shoulder. Due to Gerry really talking about his art most of the time through dinner, Jon had eaten probably two slices more than them. Not that he minded, except for Jon trying to snatch the last slice as well.

“Ey!”, they gasped in offence as he immediately bit off the tip,

“You prick!” Jon just grinned, sticking the tip of his tongue out,

“What are your gonna do about it?” Gerry’s expression darkened, glaring at him as they leaned closer, right up into Jon’s personal space. He had the presence of mind to hold the pizza slice away from them, as Gerry growled at him,

“I’ll do something about it alright.” The next moment, Jon blinked in surprise. Gerry’s lips were on his, he could even feel them smiling into the kiss before he sunk against him. As soon as he pulled back, Gerry gave a triumphant “ha!”. Only then did Jon notice he had been robbed of the pizza which they now finished off before he could even grab for it.

“You’re an ass”, he tried for stern, he really did. But with Gerry’s self-satisfied and dopey proud expression, Jon didn’t stand a chance against his laughter bubbling up. Wiping their fingers on a napkin, Gerry grinned down at Jon,

“You love me”, he made sure his hands were grease-free before they offered a hug. Instead, Jon just put a hand to their chest and gave him a shove,

“Yea, I have had better taste”, his fond expression betraying the quip. Gerry let their arms drop, positioning one on the backrest of the couch,

“Careful, four-eyes”, he had leaned in, teasing glint in his affectionate look. Jon played along, snorting and crossing his arms,

“Or what?” On cue, Gerry straightened up to his full height, putting his weight forward and gradually caging Jon in. When he actually did slide back on the sitting cushions, Gerry paused, a questioning expression crossing their face. At Jon’s silent eye-roll and minute head-tilt, he grinned. Using his height to tower over Jon, they even put out his other arm, bracing their hand against the armrest behind Jon. He was fully caged in between Gerry and the couch. Jon visibly enjoying their banter had Gerry smirk down at him,

“Take a guess, doll.” Another amused snort, before Jon huffed and tried staring him down. As that didn’t work, he raised a brow,

“You want a kiss or something to let me go?”, nudging Gerry’s arm with his. Raising a brow in return, Gerry made a show of contemplating it,

“Well… “or something” does sound rather interesting, actually. What are you offering?” Their smirk turned into a grin halfway through.

Jon shook his head,

“God, I hate you”, before stretching up to kiss them. Relaxing their arms just a bit, Gerry still blocked Jon from standing up with his body while the two of them kissed.

“Sure you do”, he gave a quick peck to Jon’s cheek. Sighing, Jon looked around himself,

“You’re gonna let me go or what?”, he didn’t really sound happy to ask,

“I really don’t want to take the underground any later into the night than I have to.” He sighed, deflating a little and looking down at his skirt. Gerry felt their own shoulders sag at that, shifting his weight they sat up. Still close to Jon, they shifted until he sat next to him, letting their arm slide down onto his shoulders,

“Then don’t?” His shrug sort of worked to pull Jon in against their side again,

“It’s late, the weather is probably shit anyway…”, they turned to look at him again.

“I don’t want you ending up in an unsafe subway situation. You don’t have to leave just -“, Jon interrupted him.

Jon’s expression had darkened, not in the playful way from before but honestly threatening, which also carried in his voice,

“Gerry…” They slowly withdrew his arm, affected by Jon’s tone. Nonetheless they kept close, his shoulder still touching Jon’s. Trying to comfort him against whatever this sudden shift was, Gerry kept their tone gentle,

„Just offering, Jon.“ With grumble, Jon turned away, pushing them back in the same move. Finally getting up from the cushion, Jon wrapped his arms around himself, trying to mask it as crossing them.

„Just…“, he pushed his glasses up and rubbed at his eyes with both hands, resignation settling into his shoulders,

„Stop the aggressive flirting for a moment, please.“ He turned back to Gerry, the defensive bristling long gone. Gerry stared, the sudden uncertainty in their expression was laced with worry. His shoulders sagged as they deflated with the tentative hesitance suddenly washing over him.

Clearing his throat, Jon regarded him with a deeply exhausted look, making him look even older than what the grey-white strands of hair accounted for,

„You know just as well as I that you won’t get me into bed.“ Despite chewing on his bottom lip, his face was set, signalling every way he could that this wasn’t up for debate.

As soon as the shock released them, Gerry gave a half-hearted shrug, feeling awkward all of a sudden,

„Not my intention. I would never try talking you into sex, jeez. I just …“, unsure how or if to continue, he wrapped his arms around themself. With a deep sigh, they looked up at Jon again,

„I would love if you stayed the night and slept over. Is all.“ Trying for a friendly smile fell short anyway.

Hesitantly reaching out a hand, which ended up just hanging in the air between them, Gerry shook his head,

„I’m sorry if it sounded like…“, their hand dropped back to his side,

„I’m sorry.“ Jon blinked, taking in their pleading expression and overall non-threatening, suddenly timid posture. Jon’s voice sounded foreign, somewhat husky, even to his own ears,

„Of course.“ He shook his head, stepping back towards the couch, towards Gerry,

„I’m sorry.“ Offering Gerry his hands, he gave a weak smile,

„You’re right and I overreacted on a false assumption. I just… met some bad apples over the years…“ When Gerry’s face fell anew, this time with worry on his behalf, Jon huffed, retracting one hand to wave the thought away. With a questioning look, he stepped even closer to them, until he could hug him to his stomach.

„Of course I know you would never pressure me. I promise you, I logically know that“, he pressed a kiss to the top of Gerry’s head.

[unsanctitude]

heres some more silly tma

[esrah-rah-rasputin]

A progression of getting better. Oh and also some cleavage

Or the alternative title:

You all seem to like martits but what do we think about about jiddies (that might be the worst combo of words im sorry)

[ID: a series of five illustrations of Jon Sims, a masculine-presenting person, in the shirt cut cleavage meme. All are themed around a particular color, and have a minimal background. Jon is a thin British-Indian person with long, curly hair, a small chest, and assorted circular scars focused on his face, arms, shoulders, neck, and upper chest. He also has two curved scars on each side of his ribcage, one on his left shoulder, and one on his neck.

The first theme is “sideboob,” and has a green theme. Jon is shown in profile, putting on a large shirt early in the morning. There is some light coming in from Venetian blinds, the light of which intersects with his body. Jon is slightly hunched over since he’s paused in the motion of putting on the shirt, glaring at someone (probably Martin) off-screen), and scowling. He looks very tired. There’s a little dripping speech bubble saying “WHAT.” to the side of him, and two little arrows pointing to him saying “grumpy in the morning (doesn’t mean it though).”

The second theme is “inner sideboob,” and has a blue theme. Jon is shown tying his hair back in a ponytail, wearing a pair of leggings and a cardigan with no shirt underneath. He’s wearing square wire frame glasses, and has a peaceful expression.

The third theme is “boob window,” and has a purple theme. Jon is shown wearing pants and a ribbed turtleneck sweater with a small triangular window on the upper chest. He has one hand on his hip and the other partially over his mouth as he laughs and says “Martin, your face—” There’s a small speech bubble off to the side with blush marks in it, and a larger one reading “That’s unfair, look at you!”

The fourth theme is “underboob,” and has a reddish pink theme. Jon is shown struggling to put on a large pullover sweater, and waving his hands straight up in the air back and forth. He’s wearing sweatpants and has his hair up in a bun. There’s a little movement/sound marker to the side showing grumbling.

The fifth theme is “free space,” and has an orange theme. This is the only one that is colored in, contrasting the first, which is the only one that has stark lighting until the fifth one. Jon is shown holding hands with Martin, who is partially in the frame, and strolling as the sunset faces them. He has his hair down and is wearing a curved straw hat, sunglasses, blue swim shorts with pockets and a flying bird pattern. His hair still has prematurely greyed strands, but there aren’t any new ones caused by stress after a certain point. Jon is wearing no shirt, bra, or binder, but is wearing a translucent purple shawl. The shawl is pinned in place with the thick shoulder strap of a dark grey bag. One hand is in his pocket, and the other is laced between Martin’s fingers. Martin is wearing a light shirt with a warm toned flower pattern and orange shorts. He is a tall fat white man with stubble, who’s a good five inches taller than Jon. They are both smiling softly. End ID]

[invasive-flora]

I can accept a world where Martin Blackwood is cis 

I can accept a world where Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London, is cis 

I cannot and will not accept a world where both of these things are true 

[dropinart]

The fashion gods possessed me for this one

[mossymorels]

[parsquaka]

damn your jon is gnc as fuck

[thoughts-and-gayers]

pov: the eye man smiting you is gnc af

[azirafallennn]

[joskippy]

Your archivist looks gnc as fuck

[solarianvoidthearoace]

Chapters: 10/? Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gerard Keay/Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Sasha James & Gerard Keay, Gerard Keay & Gertrude Robinson, Gerard Keay & Nikola Orsinov, Martin Blackwood/Tim Stoker (background), Gerard Keay & Original Non-Binary Character Characters: Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood, Gerard Keay, Sasha James, Gertrude Robinson, The Archival Assistants (mentioned), Original Non-Binary Character Additional Tags: Nonbinary Gerard Keay, Protective Gerard Keay, Asexual Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Trans Martin Blackwood, Biromantic Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Genderqueer Gerard Keay, Artist Gerard Keay, Librarian Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Barkeeper Gerard Keay, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Aromantic Sasha James (mentioned), They/Them and He/Him Pronouns for Gerard Keay, He/Him Pronouns For Nonbinary Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Guitarist Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Getting Back Together, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - No Entities, A-Spec Gerard Keay, Trans Sasha James (mentioned), Unhealthy Relationships, Gerard Keay has ADHD, Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist Has ADHD, The Main Characters have ADHD because the writer isn’t neurotypical and can’t pretend they are, Main Characters are neurodiverse because the writer can’t write someone neurotypical, Break Up Talk, Inspired by Music, Gerard Keay has Depression, Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist has General Anxiety Disorder, Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist Has Depression, Psychiatric medication, Open Relationships, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Therapy, Workplace Accident, Physical Therapy, Coming Out, Swinger Martin Blackwood, Jealous Martin Blackwood, Protective Martin Blackwood, Minor Martin Blackwood/Tim Stoker, Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist Being a Little Shit, Making Out, Writer forgot to mention Gerry Keay’s piercings but he definitely has those!, Relationship/Boundary Negotiations, Developing Relationship, Disabled Character, Character(s) using mobility aids, Gender Non-Conforming Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Character(s) using Neo-Pronouns 
Summary: 
Meeting an old acquaintance again can be a bit of a culture shock. Instantly clicking again with your old ride or die… is a different sort of shock entirely. 
Jon Sims has an unlooked-for run-in with the old flame of his youth. Still unmistakably the full-blood goth Jon fell for all those years ago. Gerry Delano really hadn’t expected to run into Jon Sims of all people, either. Jon who changed quite a bit, from the looks of it. But that’s life. People change over the years, so it shouldn’t come as much of a surprise that Jon settled as a librarian-slash-archivist, has a boyfriend, and leads a calmer life now. Gerry themself changed as well, after all. 
“Settling into domesticity… it’s not me, not what I want or need. Sure I want a steady life but I don’t want a calm or quiet life, at all. That’s the thing. Life’s different when he’s around. And we both know I like different.”