first time im posting art on here, so take some jon and the admiral doodles
edit: forgot to mention i drew this for jon sims and cats day hosted by @jonsimsandcats
[ID: Three pencil sketches of Jon Sims with the Admiral. Jon is a thin brown man with his hair in a bun. First, he sleeps on his desk with the Admiral curled in front of him. Second, he looks backwards with a tired expression to where the Admiral is happily sleeping on his back and says, “… right.” Third, he and the Admiral look in the same direction, with the Admiral perching on Jon’s shoulder. A speech bubble says, “They’re judging you.” End ID (ID originally by @princess-of-purple-prose since i forgot to write one, sorry!!)]
[ID: Grayscale art of Jon Sims with a cat. He is soaking wet and seems to be standing in a doorway as it rains. He is holding an equally soaked cat who has big blank eyes. Jon looks very tired and annoyed. End ID]
oh it was @jonsimsandcats day? perfect time to post my piece for @tapesdidntcatchzine! i had a lot of fun working on this & the zine as a whole so please check it out here if you haven’t already :)))))
[ID: TMA fanart of Jon Sims in his office, surrounded by cats. One curls up on his lap, and Jon has a soft smile as he pets another sitting on his desk. Two more cats play on the floor. Sasha, Tim, and Jon poke their heads through the door, stacked on top of each other. Tim and Sasha are smiling, and Martin looks flustered. End ID]
The cat mmrps in their lap and butts their head against their hand. “Yes, yes, I’m petting you, don’t worry,” they say, resuming what must be their earlier petting. They look back up at Martin, and gesture halfheartedly towards their stack of books. “I, er. Had a bit of trouble, deciding.”
Martin chuckles. “So you got the cat to help you choose?”
“Well, the cat has a name,” Jon informs him in their most esteemed professional voice, “and a very fine one at that. Pangur Bán is the official defender of this bookshop, and he is very good at his job.”
That… sure is a name. “Uh. Pardon?”
“Pangur Bán - you know, the, er, ninth-century Irish abbot’s cat?” Jon asks him this, innocently, as if this is a question to which Martin should reasonably answer yes.
woke up and realized today is Jon Sims and Cats Day, so I figured I’d illustrate one of my favourite scenes from my fic one foot in sea, one on shore! it is. so late at night where I am oops
[ID: a picture of Jonathan Sims from The Magnus Archives petting a cat in front of a window in a secondhand bookstore. Jon is a thin brown person with long, dark hair, angular glasses, and slight freckles, wearing a dark sage cardigan and dark trousers. Sat in their lap is a fluffy cat so dark black its only discernible features are its big, round yellow eyes with wide pupils, staring directly at the viewer. Jon also looks at the viewer with a softly surprised expression, one leg perched on the seat and the other hanging down towards the floor. On one side sits a stack of books, and on the other rests their cane. Behind him through translucent glass is a small-town street punctuated with leafy green trees, where the bright sunlight shines across their shoulders. Framing them on each side of the image are bookshelves, and dust motes float through the air. End description.]
the artwork i did for this year’s @podcastbigbang! this is for a very sweet fic by @martinbelovedblackwood where jon lets martin stay in his flat together <3 it’s a beautifully written story and i highly recommend you read it
[image description: a digital drawing depicting a bird’s eye view of jon’s flat, with jon’s bedroom and his guestroom side by side. jon lies on his bed on his back with one hand touching the wall that separates him and martin, whose bed is pushed up against the wall on the other side. jon is a thin, brown-skinned jordanian person with dark hair streaked with grey that reaches down to his shoulders. martin is a fat, tan-skinned mixed white and filipino man with short dark hair. jon looks almost forlornly at martin as martin sleeps clutching his blanket, body curled in on himself. everything is dark except for moonlight coming in from a window in the guestroom, which alights the floor and part of martin. the floor of jon’s bedroom is covered with a folder and a few papers, and jon seems to have pushed a pillow and his blanket off to the side. end id]
I’ve seen others try their hand at drawing the Entities so I thought I’d give it a go with The Lonely.
It’s meant to be just a hollow, looming silhouette of a figure- the wind whistles through it and it either sounds like a ghostly wail (how others hear it) or a distant foghorn (how the Lukas family hears it).
[ID: a portrait of Jon from The Magnus Archives. His head is shown in profile, with a concerned expression. He is a brown man with longish black hair, a close-trimmed beard, a big turtleneck, and glasses. End ID]
mag159 lives in my head forever and ever and ever and ever
[ID: Digital art of Jon and Martin in the Lonely, surrounded by waving fog in varying shades of blue. Martin turns away as Jon places a hand on his cheek. Jon’s eyes are obscured by a tendril of fog.
Hoop for Episode 77 - The Kind Mother, for @marks.b_ who kindly donated to the Palestine Children Relief Fund. Thank you!!
“I excused myself, and moved quickly out towards the back garden. Neither of them made a move to stop me. I saw a phone near the back porch and grabbed it, intending to call the police, when something caught my eye. It was a series of photographs on the wall, showing our family in happier times. It had been there for as long as I’d been to the house, and likely a lot longer. I had spent a long time staring at it my first visit there, lost in pleasant nostalgia, remembering days at the beach or the trip we took to Hanover when I was eight.
But now, in every one of them there stood this new woman where my mother should have been. She looked younger in these pictures, just like my father, and across the dozen pictures on the wall I could see a timeline of this woman growing old alongside him. There was no way these photos could have been staged, and I could even see a small crease on the bottom corner of the Hanover picture. I remembered I’d sat on the pictures by accident on the journey home, bending the corner out of place. I’d got a nasty talking to after that, and certainly not from the kindly fraud currently putting the kettle on in the kitchen.”
jonny sims really said fuck your waking-each-other-up-from-nightmares hurt/comfort. every day is a new opportunity to look at old art and make it sad because of new content
[ID: Red-toned art of Jon and Martin in the safehouse at the beginning of season five. Martin is sleeping with his head in Jon’s lap, and Jon is awake and sitting up, curling his entire body around Martin’s head as he buries his face in Martin’s hair. The shadows and light on the walls show the window blinds are open and casting the room in red light. Repeating over Jon’s head are words written in bright red: “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” End ID]
[ID: Two traditional, uncoloured sketches of Martin Blackwood. He is a fat person with medium length tousled hair. In the first, he is shown from the waist up, lying next to a fluffy cat and smiling sleepily at the viewer. There is an ace ring visible on his right hand which is resting on the cat’s belly. In the second he is shown from the shoulders up, grinning with his eyes closed. The cat is pressing its head against his chest and pawing at him. End ID.]
[ID: Cream-toned art of Jon Sims, a thin brown man with long hair. He is lying flat on the floor with his limbs spread out and papers and tapes scattered around him. He is wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, and his right hand is bandaged. The Admiral, a large tabby cat, sits fully over his face and purrs. End ID]
If I follow the starlight and call your name Will I see you again on the astral plane? Why did learnin’ the truth make me feel worse? Tell me, how does a man change the universe?
