The Becoming Of Jonathan Sims

Hello All! Welcome to the Becoming of Jonathan Sims.

This is an RP account that is meant to document Jonathan Sims becoming a monstrous version of the Archivist. I love body horror and monsters and all that so I’ve been planning this account for a while. So here’s how it works:

1. I will be Jonathan Sims making “recordings” of the progress of his physical and mental changes.

2. This is not taking place at any specific time in the show but it would be roughly season 2.

You all as the followers will actually interact with Jon! You could be other characters, but the really important ones is that you all can act as the will of the Eye. You can give hints to him, tell him what to do, give him statements, and even INFLUENCE THE CHANGE! Your asks are IMPORTANT! Of course, you can’t just say, “you now have wings and are a giant bug” but some things you could say are “do you feel them growing under the skin, archivist?” Be fun, be creative!

I am also an artist (follow my art blog @scream-telehead) and will be drawing the changes Jon goes through. This means some posts may take more time but I am very excited about this.

Thank you everyone for contributing in torturing my favorite blorbo.

I have become increasingly nervous. There are things that respond when I didn’t even know I was asking a question. They tell me I’m becoming something else, becoming something new. I…I don’t want to believe it.

I can feel something watching me. It’s everywhere. I can’t escape it, even in my dreams. I don’t know if it’s the things responding here, or something else entirely. I hope it is the first because I can’t handle the idea that there’s even more hidden from me.

I keep getting headaches. I feel the need to sleep, but also the need to read. The archives feel safe, despite everything that’s happened. Given some of the things I’ve been told by the responses, I can’t believe that’s a good thing.

To blind my watchers? How could I do that when you say they have no eyes? All of this is just making my head hurt. It aches.

Or is it simply inevitable?

Maybe we do want it to happen, Archivist. But what can you honestly do about that?

The eyes can only wait for so long.

sorry for being so cryptic. i’d do my best not to, but it’s hard to think.

you’ll probably meet the others soon enough. or not.

- rowan / @a-thousand-little-things

The others? Who are these others?

It feels as though I am the only one unaware of my situation, like I am the subject of some grand conspiracy. I am trying to record what is happening to me to learn, and yet I am left with more questions.

I never expected responses.

[[OOC: Hey! That’s a bit of an odd one to answer, not that it’s that odd of a question. So, I’m fine with people using OCs but I want everyone to keep in mind there will be no physical interaction displayed on the actual blog. Think of this like pen pals. Jon is keeping a record of himself and something else (all of you!) is responding within the record somehow. What I mean is that you can’t say something like *I stand in the corner, watching you* but you could say “I have been watching you”, if that makes sense. No action, just dialogue.

So! Follow that and you’re fine to use OCs! It will be rare but if any asks just don’t fit into what I have in mind, I might just not answer them. (There are a couple asks in my inbox rn, I’ll be getting to those later.)

Enjoy what you can while you can, Archivist. The eyes can't wait to know you better :)

The eyes? Is that what you all are? You things that answer where there should be no response?

Do you feel the way your skin crawls under their gaze? How the hairs on the back of your neck stand on their ends when you read?

You know you do. Don't deny it, you won't be able to soon enough.

You will know, too :)

I…umm…I know the gaze. The way eyes I cannot see see me is unsettling to my mind, my nature.

Are the eyes yours?

What am I growing into? What am I becoming?

Back then you said it was nonsense. But I think Mr. Jacob No Second Name Given had some pretty good advice.

How do you know about those tapes? Are you the one listening?

*headpats for the Jon :3*

How many of them do you think are already dead? How many of the stars in the sky do you think are ghosts?

anyways appreciate the sun ❤️❤️

H-Hello? How are you talking back? Who are you?

To whoever may be reading this, to whoever may find this, my name is Jonathan Sims. I am the head archivist at the Magnus Institute.

But this isn’t about my work. No. I have had a dream that felt too real. I may just be crazy, all this stress getting to me, but…I can’t shake this feeling that something is happening to me, that I am becoming something else.

This recording, all of this, is to keep track of myself in case something does begin to happen to me.

I refuse to be another goddamn mystery.