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They/Them | 30-Something | acespec I draw and write a bunch of smut, currently in the Magnus Archives fandom (Jmart). Deep in my dragonfucker era with my dragon/knight AU #donotarchive #nsfwart My writing: archiveofourown.org/users/HemiDemi
![[ocs] byungchul on his knees in front of wooseok, who's sitting in an office chair, smiling down at him. he's visibly hard through his pants, and he's holding byungchul by the back of his head to press against his cock. byungchul is flushed and sweating, looking up submissively.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:swntg3efuk5vhegc4znv2eqn/bafkreiemeagndfpusniovst7wycw2cgjzlw4rt2frmqeexuwe36tes34xm)
![Page 4 from a Magnus Archives Dragon AU Fan Comic
Panel 1:
Jon doesn't respond, looking to be in a deep sleep, their breaths small and almost imperceptible.
Panel 2:
Closeup of martin's boot as he dashes forward.
M: Shit!
Panel 3:
Martin drops to his knees and rests Jon on the ground, dropping his bag to one side. He looks panicked while holding Jon's limp body.
M: J-Jon? C’mon, wake up. We made it. W-we—
[Dammit. They’re frozen stiff. This isn’t right. They were fine before that damn storm blindsides us. They were fine.]
Panel 4:
Closeup of an old church pew. Martin'a coat flies into frame as it's discarded, his gloves limp on the floor.
[Right. Need to move fast. There’s plenty of wood to make a fire. But it’s gonna take time to break it all down.]
Panel 5:
Closeup of another stained glass window depicting a lone dragon emerging from mist. An icy chill swirls through the air.
[The cold feels wrong here. Even out of the wind, the ice cuts right through my coat.]
Panel 6:
Closeup of Martin's chest as he shucks off his shirt.
[I only have so much heat to spare. Before this cold takes me too…]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:35azqoxycklwp4wwx7wncbyj/bafkreihgrzbzrea6fqseb25tbrhpumciwniq4mno2qli375q6kysdfi5lq)
![Comic page
Panel 1:
Shot from the inside of the church, looking down from the rafters as a heavily cloaked figure steps inside with a bundle in his arms. The church is empty, and looks abandoned. One window is broken and the snow has even made it's way inside.
Figure: Hello?
Echo: …ello? …llo?
Panel 2:
Closeup of figure slipping off his face covering to take a breath, billows of fog rolling from his lips. The man has a beard and thick sideburns, peppered white with age rather than snow. A large, cross-shaped scar sits on one cheek.
Panel 3:
Pull back to reveal Martin, notably older since we've last seen him. He's bundled up in warm clothes, carrying a large pack and bedroll on his back, and Jon in his arms. Jon appears to be asleep, wrapped up tight in layers of cloth to protect their tepid-blooded body from the cold, with their large tail hugged around their body.
Martin: I, erm — I guess it’s just us, love.
[Info box next to Martin's head] Sir Martin Blackwood: human/knight of Sir Dekker’s court. 39 years old
[Info box next to Jon's head] Jonathan Sims: dragon/Her Majesty’s Royal Archivist. 76 years old *(in human years)
M: Not sure how long it’s been since anyone has tended to this place. Looks abandoned. I know it’s a temple of the Forsaken and all that, but did they have to build it so remote?
J: …
Panel 4:
Martin continues to talk while Jon stays silent.
M: Well, at least Elias wasn’t talking out of his arse this time. Was worried we’d hike all this way just to…
J: …
M:…Jon?](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:35azqoxycklwp4wwx7wncbyj/bafkreibrq4xnmlwin55vkacn67iuwyv6ccz2yk3gfgx2gfclbnmh2l3s2u)
