#the archivist answers

[that-butch-archivist]

Hi, I am looking for a lesbian magazine called Siren. It ran from 1995 to 2004. Do you happen to know about it and know where we can find it online? I'd be very grateful for your help please!

Hello, and thank you for your ask. First, my apologies for excessive delay.

Second, while I have yet to lay hands on a copy of any of the Siren periodicals myself, I have heard of it ... a cursory search of Worldcat shows that there are a few libraries in the USA (University of Wisconsin in Madison, WI, the Ohio State Library in Columbus, OH, and the Cornell University Library in Ithaca, NY) that may have copies of that magazine in their archives. Otherwise, it appears there are a number of Canadian libraries that have copies. See the details here. A Yale University guide from 2005 also claims to have a few of the magazines (See here.)

Worldcat is a pretty good resource, but of course it often doesn't capture the potential catalogue of every archive out there. If you are looking for in-person copies, I'd recommend studying a map of your area to see what colleges and libraries that might conveniently be in your area, and then perusing the internet for any associated websites these libraries and colleges might have. With any luck, they may have an online record listing their current archival contents. Any library or archive with a dedicated LGBT+ section might show promise ... and you can always ask that same archive if they know of any other archive with copies, if they themselves lack copies of the Siren magazine. (I would go for college archives first, personally.)

Going off wild guess, I would assume that within the USA, the best chances of finding a physical copy might lie with archives relatively close to Toronto, Canada, as that was where the magazine was originally published. State-wise, Toronto's closest neighbors are Wisconsin, Michigan, Ohio, Pennsylvania, and New York. I wouldn't be surprised if Chicago, Illinois has something ... I love the libraries over there, quite extensive.

As for online copies of Siren, I haven't run across an issue yet. If this changes, I'll report my findings with a reply to this same ask.

[the-mogai-archives]

Do you know any genders that relate to nurses and/or medicine? Thanks <3

Sorry for taking so long to respond! There are a lot of genders related to nurses but nursegender (link here) might be what you're looking for? I have a medical tag, and you could also give @medicalmogai-archive a look :) hope this helps anon!

[carryondrawing]

An alternate universe where The Archivist forgets to top up his oyster card and misses the train

[gothberrytart]

I also miss them

[silverskye13]

I'm curious- pick ten hermits, what would their fatal flaw be each?

Oh gosh. Hmmhmmhmm

Cubfan135: Ambition

ZombieCleo: Distrust

Ethoslab: Cowardice

Grian: Curiosity, Hubris

Welsknight: Complacency

Xisumavoid: Arrogance

SmallishBeans: Egotism, Obsession

TangoTek: Wrath

Skizzleman: Extreme optimism, Selflessness

Geminitay: Ruthlessness

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Vanitas getting jealous because his lover keeps complimenting everyone around them (calling Noé charming and sweet, Jeanne a real gem, etc.) and trying to impress them?

Of course, nothing serious or angsty happens. Just Vanitas being silly and adorable

“It was so nice of Domi to give me all these new clothes.”

“Yeahmhhim…..” Vanitas muttered as he watched [Y/N] put the new outfits away.

“She really only had to get me the one for the party, but insisted I needed a new spring wardrobe. It was so thoughtful of her.”

“mhmhhmhm….” He grumbled again.

“Honestly, she should have given some of these to Jeanne. I’m sure she could use them more, and would probably look better in them.”

“….she’d look fine….” His leg started to fidget now as he crossed his arms.

“Noé was also sweet to carry everything back for us. I know he has vampire strength but still it must have been a chore.”

“I was there too you know.”

[Y/N] turned at Vanitas’s snap. His expression incredibly sour, like he had just eaten a lemon. “I was there too and offered to help. I even offered to buy you something, but Domi just took over everything. Like always....”

[Y/N] clearly understood what was going on quickly and smiled softly at him. “Yes, and you were wonderful at keeping me company while Noé & Domi were distracted by one another.” They leaned in to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. “What would I do without you?”

Vanitas turned red, then turned away as he ‘tsk’ed his teeth. “Yeah well, don’t you forget it.”

[regular-gnome]

Now you've got me curious gnome. What WAS the relationship between the archivists when they were younger like?

(Also I LOVE your work and look up to you ALOT. Have a nice day/night!)

Their relationships have changed since childhood, running through extremes and attitudes but ultimately focusing on a common goal and set of routines. Adding to it, there isn't exactly anyone else older who could be there for them in the long run, so for better or worse all issues are build on or/and resolved between them. In the end.. it's not like they have anywhere else to go, and they don't exactly want to be alone in the void. They stick together, even if some are gone for periods of time

(But I'm glad you enjoy the things I draw! It always makes me happy to see you pop up in my notes and see your interpretation of the celestial critters:P have a cool daynight too!)

About the colors of the cloaks when they were kids, in some previous comics they shared the same teal cyan hue as an indication of being part of the group. Buuut, they already have affiliation indicated by the shadow face ornament.. and keeping the same colours made it difficult to distinguish them. Soo, this is one instance where I need to backtrack a design choice. Not counting in the more casual clothes besides robes that apear in comics too

[starryowlfella]

What kind of Titan is King?

(Sorry for taking forever to answer- uni was kicking my butt these oast couple of months)

[smokescreenimusprime]

ok so I love the archivist au. Like. Perfect opportunities for crack and angst respectively

So it’s been said that smokescreen has satan in his basement and he’s desensitized

What if when he’s annoyed enough he just starts telling Unicron to shut up

Now imagine. Smokescreen Talking to someone(Bee or ratchet or prowl, anyone), and then suddenly the VOICE OF THE CYBERTRONIAN ANTICHRIST starts screaming at you both and the librarian, silly social man who’s chill, just SCREAMS at unicron to shut up.

Some autobot with high clearance : Ok so we need to talk about these robberies

Smokescreen: Alr! What do you need to talk about?

Unicron: *Insert screams of the damned here as he swears at smokescreen*

Autobot: *Horrified*

Smokescreen: One second, one second. *turns*

SHUT THE FRAG UP UNICRON

Stunned silence from both Unicron and whoever smokescreen was talking to.

AALLSO! Would being nearby the antichrist on basically a daily basis have effects on smokescreen? If so what kinds of effects?

EXACTLY

THIS IS MY EXACT THOUGHT PROCESS FOR HOW IT GOES!!! YOU GET MY VISION!!!!!!

Imagine being this random ass detective or enforcer or whoever is investigating the various attempted robberies on the newly rebuilt Archives. There was a bit of background done on the head Archivist, at least as much as was available. There wasn't too much to be found, so they assume he was probably one of the millions of bots who was scattered to the stars. Rumors say he's a friendly, chatty bot. Few, if any, enemies. Young. Agreeable, if a bit reckless at times.

And when they get to the Archives? All of that holds water and then some. He's perfectly welcoming and transparent with the investigation, doesn't take offense to them pointing out holes in the admittedly very well organized security, and was even thorough in checking their clearance before taking them to the more... sensitive and secretive parts. He makes small talk as they move, outlines everything cleanly and concisely with the practice of someone used to giving official reports, and it seems like nothing of note will happen

but then just as they start wrapping up, one of the relic rooms starts shrieking bloody murder.

The Autobot stops and jolts, a raw primal feral sort of fear being launched straight through their spark. Because that was a noise no living thing could make, was a noise that boomed and demanded respect, that made them so painfully aware of the fact that there were things much larger and much stronger than they were in this world. They wanted to run away to transform to put as much distance between them and that door as physically possible

And Smokescreen, who was supposed to be nothing more than a friendly archivist, showed barely any sign of being affected by it aside from his smile tightening and his doorwings flaring out.

"Excuse me a second," he says

And then he walks toward the door.

The Autobot is too frozen in fear to stop him despite the roaring urge that that is what they should do before this silly, chatty, foolish archivist gets himself killed

He opens the door anyways and the noise impossibly manages to get louder. Only now the shrieking has meaning, words, attached to it. The shrieks are curses and promises of death, of lost ones being ripped away and crushed beneath its heel

It is threats, and every single one is being directed at Smokescreen

who still shows no sign of being affected

who looks positively annoyed by the glowing, swirling jar in the center of the room holding Unicron Himself

who opens his mouth and yells back and threatens the jar into silence

then he walks out

closes the door

apologizes for the interruption

and keeps fragging walking

how would you even respond to that????

[callilemon]

Sooooooo how we feeling about thr Marquis Machina reveallll?

✨️observer✨️

I'm so intrigued by her character. I can't wait to see more of her. (I'm very concerned for Noé though)

[miyuskye]

Jon and Elias in MAG102

[the-mogai-archives]

where mexico

directly below america. hope this helps!

[the-mystical-aquatic-gay]

wow these spot the difference games are getting harder and harder

i didn’t draw the picture of jon it was by wellotwig on twitter

[gothberrytart]

[silverskye13]

What about Tanguish (other than his bravery in the face of death and his kindness) is Helsknight (begrudgingly) fond of?

You asked me why I love you and I said "I don't know"

And I could tell that you were disappointed with that answer

So I carried on--

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Noé getting reduced to a teary-eyed, whimpering mess by his femdom s/o?

tags: bdsm, mistress/pet, bondage, noé bimbo aesthetic, f/m

Noé had never been drowned before, but he had to imagine this was what it was like.

The constant gasping for air that never quite filled his lungs. The struggle to keep focused on just keeping your head above. The moments of listlessness when your mind floats between trying to catch up and surrendering to the black. “Stay with me Noé.”

His head lulled back in a dim, empty headed sort of way. Like his brains are sloshing around in his skull for want of thoughts, as he obeyed his mistress. She doesn’t even need to tilt his head up with the tilt of her finger. He’d follow the sound of her voice anywhere.

“That’s it. Such a good boy.” Noé let out an opened mouth whine as she ran her thumb over his bottom lip. His mouth is open so he can try to get air into his lungs. Surely not to speak as he couldn’t think of words right now. All his mouth was good for was breathing, drooling, and servicing his mistress.

“You’ve done so well, my love. You’re always so obedient for me.”

‘Anything for you’ he wants to tell her, but all he can get out is a gurgle of a moan in appreciation.

“Oh, if only I could keep you like this forever. Lust drunk. Practically paralyzed with overstimulation. Just keep you here with me forever, tied up like this, blindfolded in the dark. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

‘Yes! Yes! Yes! Forever!’ Noé lifted up on his knees towards his mistress, as much as his binds would allow. Oh, how wonderful that would be indeed. To never have to fight monsters again. To never have to deal with liars. To never have to worry about people’s intentions, or false faces. To only be hurt when he asked for it, begged for it. To do nothing but live and love and serve his mistress for all eternity. He wanted to cry it sounded so perfect.

Noé wanted to actually cry when his mistress pushed him down. Back on his knees, sitting on his ankles, where he belonged. He should have known better. So stupid.

“Don’t say that!” His mistress snapped. Had he actually said that bit out loud? “You are not stupid. You, are my perfect, sweet Noé. Don’t ever forget that.”

He nuzzled eagerly into the hand that touched his cheek. A tear actually spilling out from under his blindfold but he couldn’t tell what it was from now. Desire, torment, relief. It all swirled around inside his body and empty head that he couldn’t make up from down. “Shall we make love now, my precious Noé?”

Then his world was righted again. Hyper focused. Noé nodded so hard that he might have given himself whiplash, but he didn't care. All of this had been leading up to this moment: release. The teasing. The binding. The sweet words and harsh cracks of her crop against his skin. All of it just for this.

He suddenly remembered how hard his cock was and how much it hurt. Noé whimpered. His thighs rubbing together to try and relieve some of the pressure. "Awww....I know honey. It must hurt now, doesn't it." He nodded. Whining out confirmation from his throat before he was panting in sharp breathes as she cupped him. He had been desperate for her touch, but now that he had it it was too much. "You want to cum, don't you Noé? Make you feel good."

He whimpered out something close to a yes again. His body quivering as he tries to stay still and not cum. He hadn't been given permission. But he wants so badly to fuck himself into her hand that it hurts almost as bad as his cock.

His world went tumbling when his mistress pushed him back. When had there been a pillow behind him? Was he on the bed? Noé expected the sharp bite of the floor against his back, but instead was met with soft linens. He moaned almost as loudly as when he was being touched. Surrounded by softness he melted into the bedding. What little of his senses fading away as he sunk deeper into the plush fabric.

“Stay with me Noé.” She repeated to him, and he was really trying.

His bed shifted. Her feet on either side of him as she stood over him. He couldn’t see it with the blindfold, but he could sense it. Her looming presence all consuming him. He whimpered to be dominated further by it. His mistress kneeled to straddle him and Noé hissed like the savage humans painted his species as as his erection brushed against the front of her. How the tables had turned in the story. The strong, fierce, blood crazy monster all but broken before his weak, defenseless, human mistress.

“I’m going to fuck you now Noé.” She told him while stroking his cock. Stroke was a strong word, however, as it was just her fingertips caressing him. “I’m going to fill myself with your cock and ride you. Use you for my pleasure.” ‘Use me! Use me!’ “You’re going to feel so good inside me. You always do. Don’t worry, it won’t be long. I’ve been so turned on watching you fall apart that I’ll be cumming very soon. Then, and only then, I’ll let you cum, my precious. Sounds like a deal?”

There was no sweeter deal that the devil could offer him. Noé mustered up all what little strength, mental capacity, and just plain voice he could to utter out one single word. “Yes.” It was all he could say. All he needed to. His mistress raised herself up and sunk down on his cock, and Noé screamed like he had been stabbed; instead of him being the one stabbing her.

His mistress was indeed wet. Drenched, actually. He took a small amount of comfort in knowing that she really had been turned on by him. Aroused by his presence. Desired him. It’s a subconscious thought at best, however, as all he can legitimately think about right now is the primal instinct to fuck & cum, but holding on to what little restraint he had left to not do so until his mistress told him.

“Almost….there…!”

Noé’s teeth grit. He could taste his own blood his jaw was locked so tight. He didn’t think he had it in him to hold on. He was crying, wailing, begging. Noé wasn’t sure what he was doing until he heard those wonderful words that would set him free. “Yes Noé! Yes! Cum from me! Give it to me my love!”

He came extremely hard. To the point that the darkness behind his blindfold was a moot point as his mental vision even darkened as he came and came for what seemed like hours.

When it was over, Noé realized that his mistress wasn’t on top of him anymore. He jerked up, or as much as his exhausted body could, but then a cool hand and a cool rag was placed on him. “Not too fast. We don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

Noé sighed as he felt the rag wash over his body to clean him. His oversensitive, overstimulated body soaking in the coolness eagerly. His breath calming down. His mind coming back to him.

“I’m gonna take the blindfold off now. Close your eyes.”

He does, immediately. The covering is removed and Noé slowly opened his eyes. Vampire eyes were very sensitive. It’s why they used the blindfold in the first place. But he had to adjust to the light when they were done playing. His arms were next. Untethered behind his back now, and they fall forward limp into his lap.

“Are you alright?” Noé nodded. He still didn’t have the mental capacity to speak. His head lulled forward to rest on his mistress’s shoulder. Her arms coming up around him instantly. Smoothing his hair. “My sweet Noé….”

She continued to shower him with quiet, soft praise as his mind succumbed to black again. Only this time to sleep. He was exhausted. Sated. When he woke up he and his mistress would go back to the world, play their normal roles instead of the ones they played here. For now, he would hold on to the ones they had in here, in this room. Where he was her perfect, willing, obedient pet, and she would be the one to take care of him.