[ID: TMA fan art of Jon holding Martin's face and kissing him. Martin's hands hover in the air as if he is taken by surprise. End ID]

When you see it, it sees you too

Started listening to The White Vault and immediately grew attached to Graham Casner

I did fill up at least 2 a4 pages with tiny face sketches for every character but I don't know.... I just wanted to post these, def not satisfied yet so take these as sketches (¬_¬")

[more under the cut +canon casner ver. cuz I just can't get the beard to work idk]

As she waited, a tall black form faded into view, solidifying through the white. The oily leather skin, gleaming like that of an orca whale, came into clear view as the lanky, stretched humanoid figure approached her. As the body camera was mounted to Dr. Murray’s chest, the camera never captured its face, but did catch a glimpse of the rudimentary string and tied object around its neck: the same necklace made for Jónas Þórirsson by his daughters.

“the tree in the back changes size and decorations between pictures, some of those gifts she got aren’t even from the year marked on the photos,” the person you only vaguely know continues. This makes you scoff as you look back at the photos, but then you pause. In the first picture there’s clearly a 5 pronged star on the top of your tree, but then in the 3rd it’s got 6 points. And a green bauble changes to yellow, and then to blue between snapshots. And the toy car you have in picture 5 is from the live action Grinch movie; that one scene where he steals the car from the tiny Whos and drives with his knees up in the air; but that came out in 2000 and these photos are time stamped 12/25/97. You remember scanning them for your mother and posting them. She still has the originals in a photo book. Somewhere. You’re sure she does. Where else would these photos have come from?

“and look at her face, her hair and pupils keep changing color and she has a 6th finger in photo 3,” the message finishes, which causes you to scour the pictures closer than anything you ever have. You’ve always been told your eyes were a sort of hazel color, changing from photo to photo from brown to nearly black to green. Looking closer at the photos though… swiping between photos 1 and 7, you look almost like a completely different person. And in the 3rd picture, just like he says, you can see the hint of a second pinky, sprouting right out of the middle of your actual pinky like a budding tree branch. Surely that has to be camera blur, you think as you look down at your own hands and count the fingers. Left hand. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Right hand. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Six?

Like… my outlook on it, taking what I know about tmagp into account, is that they do not meet in every universe. They can have completely separate lives from one another if things don’t align to bring them together. But the ones they do meet in? They get together, in one way or another, regardless of first impressions

Multiverses are infinite. There are still infinite timelines where they’re together, and infinite ones where they aren’t. So of course Martin would fixate on the possibilities where they’re not after being influenced by the Lonely

Jon is the one who will pull him out every time. So when Martin meets Jon, every time, he will fall first, and Jon will fall second. Not every life where they don’t meet will be miserable for them, either, because they don’t know what they could have had

Somewhere else, they’re bumping into each other in a bookstore, and Jon is cursing out the clumsy man stocking the poetry shelves as he hurries out. The man doesn’t get to tell him the book he’d been holding got knocked out of his hand and fell into his bag

Somewhere else, Martin’s walking dogs to make some side money and one pees on an unfortunately very attractive man’s shoe. He hastily says he’ll make it up to him, say, with a quick stop by the cafe?

Somewhere else, Jonathan Sims goes missing at eight years old and is never found. Martin Blackwood lives a quiet life working in a library.

Somewhere else, Martin Blackwood doesn’t have a funeral, because no one planned it. Jonathan Sims is curled up on the couch with a cat on his chest, not knowing why the rain feels different tonight

Somewhere else, Martin cannot for the life of him get this poor man’s order right at a coffee shop, because he keeps getting distracted by his voice when he gives it. He just gives up and hands him tea. The man never orders tea, but comes back every time and drinks it.

Somewhere else, they’re both together and apart indefinitely. Because that is the way of the multiverse.