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TMA Appreciation Day, August 10: Memes/Inside Jokes

It is remarkably easy to buy an axe in Central London.

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[tmaappreciationweek]

TMA Appreciaton Week II is a prompt week to celebrate the Magnus Archives, the people behind it, and the fandom memories that have been created. This event will run August 6th to August 12th and feature fanworks for your favorite characters, scenes, ships, and more. Each day five different prompts will be provided for inspiration but don’t feel like you have to stick to them. If you have an idea you want to use, feel free to use it.

To participate, you can post on tumblr using the tag #tmaappreciationweek or pinging us @tmaappreciationweek.

Edit:

It has been pointed out I messed up the dates/days of the week, please go by the date itself for the prompt instead of the weekday. This event will run from Sunday, August 6th to Saturday, August 12th.

Prompts

Sunday Monday, August 6th

Favorite Main Character

Pre-Canon

Rewrite a scene

TMA Trending Moments

Roleswap

Monday Tuesday, August 7th

Favorite Minor Character

Season One

Animals of TMA

Voice Actor Appreciation

Celebrations

Tuesday Wednesday, August 8th

Favorite Scene

Season Two

Alternate Universe

Bonus Materials

Hurt/Comfort

Wednesday Thursday, August 9th

Favorite Ship

Season Three

Headcanons

Editor Appreciation

Crossovers

Thursday Friday, August 10th

Favorite Episode

Season Four

What if?

Memes/Inside Jokes

Original Characters

Friday Saturday, August 11th

Favorite Entity

Scottish Safehouse

Friendships

Creator Appreciation

Time Travel Fix-its

Saturday Sunday, August 12th

Favorite Avatar

Season Five

Somewhere Else

Magnus Memories

Free Space

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[fox-guardian]

[ID: Digital drawings featuring Mori, who is a cat, and Oliver Banks drawn on a red background. Mori is a slim black cat with gigantic yellow eyes and small fangs poking out of his mouth. Oliver is a thin black man with dark skin, dimples, and piercings, and he is wearing a gray sweater. The drawing on the left is of Mori sitting with his tail out beside him, smiling, and on the right is a drawing of Oliver from the chest up with the upper half of his face out of frame, with Mori sprawled over his shoulder with his front legs sticking out. Mori is smiling and squinting, wall-eyed, with his cheek mushed against Oliver's face, and Oliver is smiling as well. end ID]

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using @tmaappreciationweek's "what if" and "original character" prompts for today as an excuse to draw Mori. oliver's black cat that i gave him when i thought "what if oliver had a kitty cat"

he's a silly little rescue and the light of oliver's life through all the death prophet junk. the more i draw him the more cartoony he becomes.

#fg's art #the magnus archives #tma #oliver banks #mori banks #tmaappreciationweek #tmaappreciationweek2023 #i headcanon that as an avatar oliver can't feel warmth unless its from a living thing (such as a kittied cat) #and that the warmth helps his dreams be more tolerable even if nothing much actually changes. at least he isn't so cold #so cuddling with mori is epic and wonderful #also idk why i keep drawing his eyes so huge they don't need to be that big but i guess they're just so prominent on him that i just do it? #but yes <3 mori beloved <3

[library-crow]

@tmaappreciationweek day 5: friendships

they're besties your honor

#sasha james #tim stoker #tma #the magnus archives #tmaappreciationweek #tmaappreciationweek2023 #tma fanart #the magnus archives fanart #my art

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@tmaappreciationweek day four: favorite ship

Honestly, i wanted to be funny and draw the Tundra, but I could not stop myself from drawing soft jmart

#the magnus archives #jonmartin #martin blackwood #jon sims #my art #tmaappreciationweek2023

[emerald-emerlad]

@tmaappreciationweek - day 5 - original characters!

Jane Doe (She/they) is the avatar of the Stranger that runs St. Bleedings Centre for Wellbeing. While she's inspired by the domain so not a complete OC, I'm still happy with the way she turned out

#tmaappreciationweek #my art #tma fanart #tma #tma oc #themagnusarchives #magpod #tmaappreciationweek2023 #my ocs #needles #syringe #cw needles #cw syringe #Jane Doe TMA #emerald's stuff

[go-to-the-mirror]

[ID: A coloured digital sketch of a bust of Jon. He is looking slightly to the left of the viewer, with an irritated expression on his face. The background is dark red.

Character design: Jon has brown skin, dark shadows under his eyes, greying brown hair, and stubble. He has circular scars on his neck and face from worms, and three scars on his neck — from Daisy, the Hunters, and Helen, respectively. He’s wearing a green shirt. /End ID]

For @tmaappreciationweek . Not the drawing I was doing, but it’ll do :3

#jonathan sims #jonathan sims fanart #tma #tma fanart #jonathan sims art #tma art #landscaping your art #tmaappreciationweek #tmaappreciationweek2023

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A digital drawing of The Admiral, who is a cat, on an off-white background. He is a fluffy orange tabby with round green eyes and a pink nose. He is standing with his lower back raised as if asking to be pet there, and his tail held high. His eyes are sparkling and he is smiling, looking up at something off screen. There are green hearts above his head. end ID]

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heard it was animals day for @tmaappreciationweek so i had to draw the boy again. i think im finally starting to get my admiral design down. he has such a specific face and eye shape in my mind and i think im getting it down, as well as his fluff. it's oddly hard to draw fluff that Looks soft but im getting there!!

#fg's art #the magnus archives #tma #the admiral #the admiral tma #tmaappreciationweek #tmaappreciationweek2023 #also i've been considering changing the shade of green i use for jon. i just feel like it's too cool toned. #might just colorpick it from the admiral's eyes i think that'd be cute from a meta perspective

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

TMA Appreciation Week, August 8: Favorite Scene

Menagerie

(Note: sort of spoilers for the whole show? Takes place Somewhere Else.

Warning for absolute tooth-rotting sweetness.)

Brains were funny, funny things, even when one's own might currently be made of eyeballs.

Martin… You’re not, uh. You didn’t die here, did you?

He had actually asked that in the middle of a crisis. He'd done that! Asked that! While they were about to be eaten by worms!

What? What? No! What?

No, I just… No, just the way you phrased that…

Did you think I was a ghost?

Only for a moment!

He had thought it, though. Ugh.

The image won't leave; the memory won't fade. It's just one of those nights when he can't let go of the memory and what followed.

Jon had been sure after this that Martin thought he was an idiot.

It had led to many nights of mortification, staring at the ceiling.

It had led to hours of verbal processing, wailing in Georgie's patient direction.

It even tormented him later, when he'd feared that Martin would become a ghost - after he'd been saved from the Lonely, and struggled to retain himself.

Did you think I was a ghost?

Ugh. Jon made an unhappy sound and pulled his pillow over his face.

Martin shifted in the bed and slid onto his chest, warm and pleasantly heavy. "Hey in there," he said, and tugged at the pillow.

"Hey," said Jon, muffled, and pulled it off his face.

Martin, in the moonlight, grinning up at him, was the most incredible thing he had ever seen (and as Jon saw everything, he knew he was right).

"You okay in there?" said Martin.

"Did I wake you?"

"Well, you groaned, so, yeah."

"I'm sorry." Jon slid his fingers into Martin's curls, their color leeched by the night. "Didn't mean to. Or to groan, for that matter."

"Oh, it's fine. I'd rather be awake to keep you from spiraling, anyway." He shifted close enough to kiss - taking his time, for both their sake - before settling on his chest again, watching him. "What was it this time? Daisy again?"

Jon's smile was wry. "No, nothing grim. Not this time."

"Good!" Martin's relief was palpable. "Then what was it? What little silly thing could you not stop thinking about since we went to bed... oh... four hours ago?"

Jon traced Martin's forehead, his cheekbones, his lips, as if Martin were the greatest treasure in the world. Which he was. "Ahem. 'Did I think you were a ghost?'"

Martin started giggling. He tried to keep it in and failed utterly, and the whole bed started squeaking, which got Jon giggling, too, and at that point, the gig was up.

From downstairs, their pet birds woke and began chirping, clearly hoping for early breakfast. A big, bass bark joined them - possibly telling them to shut up - but at least Titus stayed downstairs.

The cats, of course, came up. They both jumped on the bed in purring welcome, hoping for early breakfast, too.

"It's two in the morning, you heathens!" Jon said to them, which started Martin going again, which started Jon going again, and they clung to one another like vines up a trellis and laughed.

"A ghost, that's me," said Martin between guffaws. "All fifteen stone of me, positively ghostly."

"You are completely sneaky, I'll have you know," Jon said.

"And happy to be. Pulling anything under your radar is a trick and a half."

Jon's smile would not go away, but the embarrassment finally had. "I can't believe you still liked me after that."

"You're adorable. Of course I still liked you."

"I am not adorable."

Martin moved higher, and this kiss lingered, and Jon exhaled, the last of his tension gone. "Adorable," Martin pronounced, and settled beside him at last.

Jon wriggled up against him, happy to be the little spoon, all his eyes closed, his thoughts finally calm. "Should've done this earlier."

"You only need ask." Martin kissed the back of his neck. "Friendly neighborhood ghost to the rescue."

They both giggled a little more, and gradually went back to sleep. The cats, unfed, gave up, and settled for pressing against Martin's warm back, content to wait until morning.

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TMA Appreciation Week, August 6: Pre-Canon

Too Quiet

Grandma's house was quiet. Too quiet.

Jon missed his mom's voice. She used to talk on the phone all about market shares, and Thatcherism, and inflation rates, dipping into Bengali (which she had not taught him) and back into English, filling the space.

Then she was gone.

He understood dead. He'd seen a dead fox once outside in the park, and read a book all about dead people (well, most of a book about dead people, until his mom caught him and took it away), and understood dead.

Sometimes he cried. She didn't come. That was dead.

Grandma's house was quiet. Too quiet.

When he read books, it was less quiet. But when he'd read them before, he already knew what they said, and didn't have to taste every word and turn every meaning over his tongue like hard candy, then they no longer filled the silence.

When he went walking, it was less quiet. There were cars, and snatches of conversation, and birds, and bits of music he didn't know. But when the police came looking and put him in their car, or when it got too noisy with too many people or too many pubs (music-smoke-alcohol-sweat), then it wasn't good. Then it overflowed the silence, and sometimes, Jon had to sit down wherever he was and hold himself and cry.

Grandma was never happy when he was brought home those days.

She was only happy one way: if he was quiet, too. He tried. He tried so hard. But being quiet didn't fill the quiet. So he'd cry. Or he'd get super focused on something, like bouncing a ball against the wall over and over again, or kicking the corner of his desk over and over in the same spot, or something else. And then grandma would come, and she was always mad.

"Jonathan," she called, disrupting the quiet, and he went downstairs, sure he'd been too loud somehow.

"Here," she said, and dumped a whole pile of new books at his feet. "This is what we're doing from now on. There are enough of these bloody estate sales to keep even you happy for a while."

And whether her voice was fond or condemning (or maybe both) didn't matter, because the books were already filling the quiet, the new authors already eating away at itchy, silent parts of his mind, and in a rare moment of affection, Jon hugged his grandma.

In an even rarer moment, she let him. Then she patted him on the back and gave his shoulder a gentle shove. "There, there," she said. "Chin up, now. Be a man."

Sure. He could do that. He could be a man (though he wasn't fully sure what that meant yet). He took his books and ran to his room and dove right in.

Grandma's house was quiet. Too quiet.

But the books really helped.

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Day 6 of @tmaappreciationweek , Scottish safe house I am not immune to the safe house coming out fic

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TMA Appreciation Week, August 12: Somewhere Else

Spoilers through MAG 200.

The first morning was odd.

They'd fallen asleep on the single bed without a protest, dropping their ozone-scented clothes on the floor, and collapsing naked together onto the musty sheets.

Neither had cared. Jon's side was still bandaged, and still sluggishly bleeding. They'd traveled a portal and landed in a field and been crushed by a corpse and panicked and stitched and somehow walked ages (Jon said it was 5.2 kilometers) until they'd seen this house at fuck-o-clock in the morning and found it empty.

Martin could smell himself. He was ripe. Quietly as he could, he slid out of bed.

He didn't look at Jon more than once.

At Jon's sleeping face, strained, brown skin gone gray with pain in the morning light. At his dark hair streaked with white, and all the lines in his face and neck that Martin knew were closed eyes.

At the most beautiful man he'd ever seen that made him want to cry or thank whatever gods there were or maybe just grab Jon like a pillow and lie on top of him for the duration.

Martin made himself go shower.

When he got out, it was to the smell of burnt toast.

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"What do you think you're doing out of bed, Mister Sims?" Martin said with a weak smile, and was only half-joking.

"Hi," said Jon, looking nervous and uncomfortable and hopeful and red, his bandage already bled through, his feet bare. He swallowed. "I... just wanted to be useful. Not a burden. You know."

"Oh, Jon." Martin approached him carefully, steps light, as if determined not to spook. "You're not a burden. Let me change your bandage."

"Your second statement absolutely belies the first," said Jon loftily.

Martin laughed. "Dork. Come on."

"But I already burned toast for us and everything," Jon said with a weak smile of his own, but let Martin lead him to the tiny, dusty table.

It took a few minutes to change the bandage; the knife-wound was ugly, jagged, ragged. It had been bad enough when the Web's portal sucked them away, but then Jonah Magnus' dead body had landed on top of them, dislodging the blade in the worst possible way.

"Gonna need to stitch this," Martin said, taping.

"I'm sorry," whispered Jon.

"Don't be. You were probably right." Martin hated to say it, couldn't meet his eyes. "We've damned a whole new universe. I know you were right. I know."

"Then why did you go through with their plan?" Jon said, almost sharply.

Martin met his eyes. "For the same reason you couldn't go through with yours."

"I couldn't lose you," Jon said, haggard.

"And I couldn't lose you," Martin said, soft.

Jon's face twisted. But a moment before he could get too bad, Martin came around the table and knelt on the floor and wrapped himself around Jon in a hug.

Jon stayed seated, bent over Martin's head, and wept softly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Martin's hands were firm on his back. "You think you're the first person to ever make a mistake in a relationship? I know you weren't yourself. We're going to be okay."

"I kept thinking of you," said Jon. "Remembering you. The Eye didn't want me to, but I wouldn't let go. I wouldn't let go. It's why I could... still change direction, at the end."

Martin's breath was shaky. "That's why we're going to be okay. I forgive you for breaking your promise if you forgive me for ignoring your pain."

Jon inhaled and held it.

"I know," whispered Martin. "I get it now. You were so ready to die, and you said it, you said so, and I just... didn't listen. That's my fault."

"Nothing is your fault!" Jon said, his fingers digging into Martins' back.

"You're here, Jon. And because you are, so am I. And because we are... we're going to be all right."

Jon's sniffles slowed. "We're going to be all right."

"We are. We're going to make it."

"I believe it because I have you," Jon whispered. "Forgive me."

"Already have," said Martin.

"I love you," said Jon.

"Always," said Martin, and tilted his head back for a kiss.

PART ONE HERE

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TMA Appreciation Week, August 11: Scottish Safehouse

Spoilers up to MAG 160.

The first morning was odd.

They'd fallen asleep in the single bed with barely a protest. Someone had mumbled something about the worn-out sofa in the other room, but Jon couldn't even recall which of them had.

They'd lain down in the manky clothes they'd worn in the Lonely and on the train and trekking through the Highlands at fuck-o-clock in the morning, too.

Jon could smell himself. He was ripe. Quietly as he could, he slid out of bed.

He didn't look at Martin more than once.

At Martin's sleeping face, freckles bright in the morning light.

At the most beautiful person he'd ever seen that made him want to cry or thank whatever gods there were or maybe just grab him like a blanket and lie beneath him for the duration.

Jon made himself go shower.

When he got out, it was to the smell of burnt toast.

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"Hey," said Martin, looking nervous and uncomfortable and hopeful and wrinkled, his clothes stained from sweat and walking, his feet bare. He swallowed. "I... there isn't much to eat here, but I thought we could start with a little good old-fashioned carbs."

"Sure," said Jon, sitting at the small table as if he weighed eight thousand pounds. "Are you all right?"

Martin turned away. But a moment before Jon could panic, he turned back around and brought tea and burnt toast to the table.

Martin sat. "Not even a little."

Jon started to touch Martin's hand and hesitated.

Martin took his instead. "But we're going to be okay."

"You're... you're a lot better this morning than you were last night," said Jon.

"I kept thinking of you. Remembering you. Every time I woke up, you were there. Every time I got scared, I could lean in and hear your breath. You're here, Jon. And because you are, so am I. And because we are... we're going to be all right."

Jon smiled and held Martin's hand. He didn't let go as he bit into burnt toast, getting dark flecks all over the table.

PART TWO HERE

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TMA Appreciation Week, August 7: Animals of TMA

Silly

(Note: sort of spoilers for the whole show? Not really? It's an AU, okay? Monster!Jon afoot.)

Tim the cat had some complaints.

They were absolutely valid. Dire, even. A matter of concern for anyone who'd listen, and of course, who'd listen was Weird Human One.

Weird Human One was sort of Tim's favorite, but he would never admit that to anyone. Weird Human One was buzzy. His pets felt like static. His many, many eyes saw in the dark, and he never lost a toy that was shoved under the fridge or behind a door.

"Now, what's the matter today?" said Weird Human One, following Tim's raised orange tail (like a flag!) to the spot required: the Place of Brushing, upon the Sacred Bathroom Rug.

Tim informed him what was wrong.

"You're right," said Weird Human One. "You have entirely not been brushed enough today."

"Wait, what's wrong now?" said Weird Human Two, coming in the mysterious front door (some day, Tim would get through that before they caught him) and taking off his coat.

"Not enough brushing," said Weird Human One. "We are terrible cat parents."

"I suppose there's nothing for it but penance, then," said Weird Human Two, picking up the brush.

Tim didn't like Weird Human Two quite as much because he always seemed damp, somehow, but that could be forgiven. After all, no one else in this house got the exact mixture of wet food and dry food right.

Weird Human One petted, and Weird Human Two brushed, and Tim purred at them to express his relief that the emergency had been addressed, and stepped back and forth between them to properly mark them with his scent.

He always picked up their scents in the process - ozone and saltwater.

That was fine.

"Work good?" said Weird Human One.

"Eh," said Weird Human Two. "Marsha had her baby."

"Knew that," said Weird Human One like a joke, and they both laughed, and then abandoned him to go to the kitchen!

The nerve.

Tim waited in the Place of Brushing, but they didn't come back. They stayed in the kitchen, talking softly, petting each other (Why? He was right here), and he gave them time to do that before finally voicing his complaints again to bring them back into position.

Where they ought to be.

Some days, Tim the Cat had to do everything himself. Fortunately for them, he easily forgave.

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[emerald-emerlad]

@tmaappreciationweek: day seven: magnus memories

it's... meh

I still have not decided on how I draw people :/

#tmaappreciationweek2023 #tmaappreciationweek #emerald's stuff #the magnus archive #tma #tma fanart #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #tim stoker #sasha james #timothy stoker #jon sims #magpod

[tmaappreciationweek]

That's a wrap, folks!

Thanks to everyone who participated this year, this event would not exist without you all. It has been amazing to see how creative and talented you all are, and what you've come up with. I cannot thank you all enough.

For those who weren't able to participate, or who couldn't finish what they were working on in time, I will still share your contributions, no matter how late they are. Be sure to use the #TMAappretiationweek tag and please tag the blog @tmaappreciationweek because sometimes things don't appear in the tags.

Once again, thank you all so much!

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