This One Took At Least A Month Lol, But First Illustration Of The Year!!

This one took at least a month lol, but first illustration of the year!!

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Theirs was a face that Elias would never forget. The form they took was simple enough, not standing out despite what they truly were. Elias found it remarkable in its own. But, it wouldn't distract him. As much as was in the mind of this being, he couldn't look too hard, lest he be lost in the mind of something far beyond himself.

He nodded, choosing to take the seat across from them, "Yes, Elias is fine," he remarked, folding his hands together on top of the table, "Tea would be lovely actually. It was a bit of a walk to get here."

He didn't have to wait long, briefly glancing towards the waiter to flag him for his tea. He ordered a cup of earl grey before turning back to face Sof.

"Do I really need to explain?" He cracked a little smile, "I'm here for simple curiosity. The Stranger has been very busy lately preparing for their ritual. Curious how... Fortunate they seem to be with such little time to work with, wouldn't you agree?"

I don’t really believe in coincidences.  So who the fuck are you?

WHAT ARE YOU THE GOD OF?

patron of tough love

let it be known: you do not stand by and approve of those who actively seek to hurt the ones they claim to love. but just because it is love, does not mean that it will always be soft. think of how a pack of wolves operate: strategic, deliberate, protective, entirely capable of ripping out throats and still raising their young with a burning love. think of the promise of safety in such a group, but also the devastation, should you betray its loyalty and upheave the order in place. you are the god of temperance, of caretakers, and of all those who must carry the weight of responsibility, even when it threatens to crush them dead. god of bending and enforcing rules, god of fair trial and punishment, god of breaking vicious cycles. protector of older siblings and of soft things needing thicker skin. deliverer of hard-fought clarity in a fit of rage, weaver of reason into discipline. you teach them how to be strong, to be consistent, in a world that demands them to choose cruelty. the grantor of armistice at the end of a long war, the one who blesses the hardened and makes them rest.

patron of farewells

you see your craft as a necessary evil, in order to foster growth and allow the world to run its course. you bless both the weary traveller, and the loved one they leave behind—but you can never promise a safe return. think of the sun setting, bidding farewell to all living things that need its light, so that the moon may rise and take its place in the sky. think of a queen leaving her kingdom when the winter thaws, and the empty throne beside her king while the world blooms. you are the god of endings both happy and sad, the one who blesses the beaten path; of wanderers and adventurers, of mapping a way home even when there is no intention to return. god of last words, god of forked roads, god of lingering touches and regretful parting. you bestow beautiful memories unto the dreams of those who are apart, a small mercy for they must wake up alone. you keep them separated for as long as it is required, allowing them to live their lives in half and guiding them to things that will make them feel more whole. bittersweet farewells are not your only trade: you also bless final farewells, cutting down sharp as a knife and separating lives so that no further harm can be done. the harbinger of peace, of the unruly kind.

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As soon as Jon said this line in MAG192 I was immediately reminded of this line, said by the Not!Sasha way back in MAG79 about Jon.

And this line where Jonah describes Jon as more “Archive” than “Archivist” in 160.

But it looks like Jonah was wrong. Not only is he not the king of this ruined world, he’s actually taken on the mantle he intended to give the man he’s been manipulating all this time. Jonah is now the Eye’s pupil, the conduit for all the world’s fear. After all, it’s right there in the transcript; Jon is still very much the Archivist.

The Archive is Magnus.