hello. i am decimal anon (new here). perchance i see. a little bit. tim. and. sasha. perhaps kiessing?
this has been sitting in my inbox for a while, sorry for only just getting to it! here's your (overdue) timsasha :)
I never realised how much my art has grown from all of the 90s Moomin I watched when I was like 12
Also I know technically Martin would be a snork if he had hair but what about if you shut up
alice girl it's ok you can loosen your grip on that self-assigned role of office jester that you've got there
dyhard but make them bubbline
All of Jon’s scars become eyes maybe, have people already done this?
fuck it, Tim’s turn to be Head Archivist!!
my stupid ass late into tma fandom 🥲
its been 200 eps of heaven 🥺
anyways here is jonmartin 💚🩵
-> daisy🌼 (update!)
Yknow what I'm thinking of actually? I'm thinking of an au where Tim survives the Unknowing and becomes an avatar of the Desolation. But he doesn't come back to the Archives or the Institute. He's free, so why would he? No longer marked by the Eye. I do imagine him sitting by Jon in the hospital whenever someone wasn't there, leaving just in time to never be spotted. Being just out of sight to hear Jon wake up, to hear how devastated he is at the knews everyone thinks he's dead. But he still doesn't show his face. Because he's earned a break, time to figure out where he's going next and what he's going to do. So he does. Can't go back to his flat, can't go back to the Institute, so where does he go? [I'm so glad you asked] He goes to Sasha's old flat. One of the firm memories he has of her is where she lived, so he goes there. It's empty, seems like it has been since she died. He lives there for the duration if season 4, getting used to his new life, figuring out what it means for him. And deciding how(/if) he's going to reconnect.
And then the Eyepocalypse happens. And he's thrown into a wasteland of chaos and fear, but it can't hurt him. Because he's part of it now. He decides to set out to find Jon. Because if anyone knows what's going on, it's him.