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dontmixpaintinyourcoffee:

A portrait of Jonathan Sims, The Archivist. He's a thin, sharp-faced man, practically drowning in a large green sweater. His skin is dark brown, his hair and beard are black with long gray streaks, and the brown eyes behind his rectangular glasses glint with a green light. He grips the sleeves of the sweater tightly, arms crossed over his chest, digging his fingers into the fabric. Eyes grow from seemingly random spots over his face, neck, and hands. The irises are sickly neon green, glancing around in every direction. There are no eyelids. They simply occupy space on his skin. He speaks through gritted teeth, face twisted in panic. "I can't- I can't close them, Martin."ALT

This one goes out to all the bitches who love some good Safehouse Era Horror. It’s me, I’m bitches. I want Jon and Martin to be fucked up and eldritch but I want them to be fucked up and eldritch and loved


(Notes under the cut because I can’t help myself. Heads up, I do go into some detail of how Jon gets injured so I can explain my thought process for how I designed his scars. All canon-typical and fairly clinical in tone.)

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Update my mom saw this and said “He looks like Hozier” and I laughed so hard I spit my water out