#Magnus is definitely a handful

[draconic-ichor]

Hands full of wee omen babies

[itsdefinitely]

feeling silly

[spooked-skull-studios]

i dont think [error] is Jon but i DO think its an Archivist

[grrlboy-vamp1re]

The lads in the computer!!!! Digitally edited+unpainted versions below the cut+some sketches :•)

I’m super happy with how this turned out, it’s nice to actually finish things!!!!

[aroaceleovaldez]

emo Nico x scene Will Solace...

[samwise1548]

Sad Archivist comic before the Livestream? I think yes

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[ID: A black and white comic based off The Magnus Archives featuring Jonathan Sims, a medium skinned short man with short dark hair, and Martin Blackwood, a tall fat white man with short light hair.

Jon strikes up a conversation with Martin as they brush their teeth in front of a mirror. "You know-" he starts, "My Dadi used to say I have eyes like my father. I sometimes wonder what she'd see in them now." He speaks to his reflection in the mirror as Martin listens half asleep.

Jon lifts a hand close to his face and asks the mirror, "Would she find them pretty like you?" He pushes the skin around his eye down with pressed fingers. His eye glows green as tears start to stream. He continues with doubt, "Or would she be just as REPULSED as I am?"

He lets out a sob and wipes the tears away with an aggressive hand. Martin gently pulls the hand away, pulling Jon away from his thoughts as well. He holds his boyfriend in the bathroom, letting him cry into his arms." End ID/]

[cabincryptid51]

The Ceaseless Watcher's Special Little Boy deserves to be comfortable<3

(Simply just how I imagine Jon dresses in the safehouse!)

[3584-tropical-fish]

In collaboration with @the-zenith-calls and @tecceran , I present The Magnus Archives themed Clue!! We spent several hours over the course of a couple weeks working on this, and play tested it properly for the first time last night. Check out both of their blogs for details of what they made (when theirs are posted I will link them here and here as well), and below the cut I will be putting details of my contributions :]

(image descriptions in alt text, though I haven't used alt text before so hopefully they do actually work)

Firstly, the weapons tokens. These were just cut out of cardboard in the style of the tokens that are included in my Star Wars Clue set

I was also responsible for room cards! Of these, Jon’s Office and the Archives are my favorites

We also have varying hallway cards, based on a mechanic in my Star Wars Clue, again.

The backs of the cards had to get covered somehow because markers bleed, so the hallway cards are plain black and the other cards have eye designs on them

I also formatted and printed out detective note sheets and an Instructions booklet! Details on the instruction booklet will end up in a reblog because I'm running out of images oops. Most of the instructions are just copied word for word from my Clue set instructions, with some alterations made, except for completely made up mechanics, which the-zenith-calls wrote and I reworded if necessary and formatted nicely.

[the-magpie-archives]

MAG 4 - 'Page Turner' - The odd attraction of antiques.

This statement has a lot of significance to me as an antique book collector. Being able to relate so clearly to that experience goes a long way to making the whole thing more unnerving. A collector of any object will be able to relate to the burning, jittering urge to acquire an object for your collection, but there's something else with antiques, books in particular.

The knowledge that not only does the object matter now, but it's mattered for decades, centuries, even. Its touched the souls of many through the years, and has reached through time and holds its hand out to grasp yours. A thing- an object, yet it outlived its creators and owners; a subtle defiance of the natural order, or so it feels.

But a book? It's all this and more. A tome that's educated its readers and is imbued with information and knowledge that someone was so desperate to share that they went to the effort of publication. A story or a theme that was so important an individual asked for it to outlive them. It's pages marked with fingerprints, coffee stains, annotations, even blood- all of them out of the control of whoever left them.

And that is just a book. Though the idea of 'just a book' does make me chuckle, the idea of a book with real, tangible, undeniable power does not. 'From the library of Jurgen Leitner', a mark of terror and rightly so. Some people are of the nature that means they're drawn to books, but a book with the power to draw in those that aren't? That's dangerous. Even outside of the awful power those books posses, a book in the hands of the wrong person can be a terrible weapon.

But can you imagine the feeling of having real power, control, otherworldly means of action. It's addictive, as proven by many other statements, it's hard to let go of if you end up with the right one. If the power fits the soul of the hands it ends up in then can it ever be released?

Even though the book wasn't supposed to be for Dominic Swayne he had a connection to it, it affected him. Micheal Crew is proof that if the book fits, it can do all sorts of things to you.

This, to me, poses an interesting question. If it was you, and if the book really spoke to you, however evil, would you be able to hand it over? To watch its destruction?

I don't think I would.

[givemethedamnflowers]

I'D MISSED THE INFO THAT THE MAGNUS PROTOCOL WOULD BE RELEASED IN JANUARY ?????? IMDYING I CANT WAIT

[noodyl-blasstal]

"27. [Clearly been bitten by a vampire] Yeah, well. You should see the other guy. " please? with anyone u want!

Prompt from Monster Mash Prompts, however it’s also Wood from TAZ Bingo for @taznovembercelebration because no one can stop me. Sorry this took forever, Uni apparently expect me to do work???? Ridiculous.

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Magnus hadn’t come back and he wasn’t answering his phone. Something was wrong. Protocol said Lup had to wait another hour before she could officially go searching, but, quite frankly, fuck that. Magnus was always on time. What Dav didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

A few quick calls and Taako and Barry had agreed to watch the base while she went looking. She definitely shouldn’t be going alone, but Barry couldn’t risk being caught in the daylight, Taako was still restricted after Grindrgate, and she refused to wait around for anyone else to get in.

Lup traced his route backwards, hoping to run into Magnus - delayed, not hurt, and with a story to tell. It didn’t take long to find him, he’d been so close to home. The alley reeked of blood. At first she missed him, but then saw a hand… his hand, wedding ring still blessedly in place, sticking out of a pile of bin bags shoved against a wall. Training took over, she didn’t have time to think about whether he was seriously hurt or worse, about what a world without Magnus in it might look like. Instead, she scanned the area for threats, checked for environmental hazards, then ripped the bin bags away to reveal Magnus. His skin was pale, paler than she’d ever seen him. Lup reached tentatively for his neck to feel for a pulse.

“Did ya know ‘im?” A Cockney voice came from behind her. A deeply unconvincing Cockney voice.

“Fuck off, Kravitz.” Lup replied without even looking round. She couldn’t deal with him right now. She couldn’t feel Magnus’ pulse, there was no movement in his chest. Fuck fuck fuck.

“Look, you know I only went after you because I thought you were a vampire. I wouldn't have if I'd known you weren't.” Kravitz said from behind her shoulder. He’d dropped the accent thankfully, but picked up a defensive tone. That fucker moved far too quietly, she needed to put a bell on him.

“What do you mean needed or not? I thought you were a vampire, Lup.” Kravitz spoke as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. As if he would gladly stake her husband, her friends. He would, she knew he would. That’s why they had to keep him as far away as possible, no matter how Taako felt about it.

“Yeah, and you jumped straight to staking without even checking to see whether it was needed or not.” Lup elbowed him in the knee.

“Now fuck off, I have to help Magnus.”

“Yeah, yeah, all vampires are bad, murder them all, I’m a scary slayer dude with a few hundred years of training but I can’t have a conversation and figure out everything isn’t black and white, we get it. Now, either help me pick him up, or fuck off.” If he was going to hang around, he was going to help.

“Did I stutter, Krav? Grab his legs or fuck off.” Lup squeezed her eyes shut. She refused to cry in front of him. She could deal with feelings once she had Magnus back to base. It was going to be okay. Everything was fine. There was still an hour and a half until dawn. She grabbed Magnus under the arms and heaved. He probably didn’t know he’d been training her for this moment, but thank all the gods he had.

“You know I can’t.” Kravitz’s brow was furrowed.

“Lup…” He laid his hand on her shoulder.

“We have to burn him, he was drained.”

“Kravitz, once again, grab his fucking legs or go. Do not make me fight you right now. You know what happened last time.” Lup continued to pull Magnus towards the mouth of the alley. She could tell Merle where it was later, his clean ups were always thorough.

“Lup.” Kravitz said again, softly this time, pretending he actually had feelings.

“He’s going to turn. If you cared about him at all then you need to let him go.”

“Duh.” Lup replied. Trying not to show how breathless she was already. It was a good job they were so close to base.

Kravitz stood frozen, staring intently at her.

“He’s going to turn.” He repeated.

“He’s going to be a vampire.” Kravitz tried again, as if there was something she wasn’t getting.

“My dude, I cannot tell you how much of a shit I do not give about that. If you’re going to lecture me then help me while you do.” Lup wasn’t going to listen to this if he wasn’t earning his keep. She tried not to get too angry at him. He’d apologised for trying to stake her every time he’d seen her since, and he kept showing up. As much as he still spouted the militant anti-vamp shtick, he didn’t act on it. He definitely could have burned Mags by now if he’d wanted to.

“Why do you think that?” May as well attempt to destroy some of the guy’s core world views while she carried her friend’s corpse home to bury in the family graveyard.

Kravitz shot forward and grabbed Magnus’ legs.

“He’s going to want to kill people.”

“Because that’s what vampires do.” Kravitz sounded exasperated again, but didn’t let go of Magnus.

“Uh huh, and how many vampires do you know who kill people?” Lup raised an eyebrow and tried to look dignified despite how red she definitely was.

“How many vampires do I know? It’s none vampires Lup, you shouldn’t know vampires! They eat people.”

“Sounds like something a person who doesn’t know any vampires would say.” Lup tried not to pant too hard as she hammered her point home.

Kravitz opened his mouth as if to reply, then shut it again.

“That’s what I thought. Now, put him down. I’ve got it from here. You need to go.” Lup said, stopping a few turns from home. Kravitz nodded and gently lowered Magnus’ legs to the floor.

“Thanks Krav. Think about what I said, okay?”

“Whatever you say, pal.” Lup pulled Magnus into another alley, waiting until Kravitz had turned and left before emerging and making the last of the journey home.

Kravitz nodded, then froze.

“There’s nothing to think about.”

“‘Ko, start digging!” She yelled as she shouldered her way through the door.

“Could use some of your freaky strength about now, Bear.”

Lup swallowed back the sob clawing its way up her throat and started running, grabbing a shovel from the door as she went and joining Taako in a desperate scramble to dig Magnus’ grave - if they could do it fast enough he wouldn’t need it for long.

Barry was there in an instant, gently taking Magnus from Lup.

“You got him home, Lup. I’ll get him now.”

Lup snorted as she dug. Of course, how had she forgotten the fucking coffin he’d made? It started as a joke ‘if I’m going vamp then I’m doing it in style’, but then he’d spent his downtime carving and polishing. He’d worked on the bear face, snarling defiantly from the panel above the space his face would soon be, for days.

Barry laid Magnus gently beside them.

“I’ll get his coffin.”

She didn’t cry until the first clods of earth scattered across it. Covering the bear, marring the beautiful wood. Magnus was going to have to polish that baby so hard if he made it out. When he made it out. Barry looked nervously at the sky, squeezed Lup’s hand, and retreated inside with a “wake me if you need me.” So Lup and Taako kept the vigil, only moving to send periodic texts. Everyone would be here soon. Magnus wouldn’t be alone.

Merle was the first to arrive, clean up completed. He placed a leaf on top of the churned earth, bowed his head, and sat cross legged opposite the twins. Lup didn’t know whether to be more concerned about the fact he was wearing sandals which were clearly blood stained, or that he refrained from making any inappropriate comments. Davenport and Lucretia arrived next. Davenport nodded tersely, Lup imagined there would be a lot of conversations later. Lucretia smiled soothingly. They all waited, as dusk fell, Barry joined them, planting a soft kiss on Lup’s head.

They waited as Magnus heaved again, a second hand appearing, grasping at the ground for purchase, and pulling himself up, up, up, until his head appeared. Grinning. Fucking grinning. That absolute shit.

Lup’s ears strained for the soft shift of earth. Maybe they had packed the grave too loosely? They didn’t want him to have to damage the coffin, but maybe it wouldn’t work because the universe would know they cheated? Now he had to lie in that stupid box forever and… the leaf moved. She could have sworn it moved. Everyone leaned slightly forward, focused. The earth shifted again, and Barry was gone. A small divot appeared, soil running down into a vacated space below, the ground heaved again and a hand appeared. Taako casually leaned forward to high five it.

“I knew he’d be fine.”

Lup didn’t point out the tear tracks staining his face, or the nail marks in his palms.

“Getting eaten by vampires is it, Mags? You could have just said something if you didn’t want to train with me any more.” Lup raised her eyebrow at him, and definitely wasn’t crying, not even a little bit.

“Pfft, this? This is nothing. You should see the other guy.” Magnus flopped out of his grave just as Barry appeared with a cooler.

“Shut up and eat these before you eat Taako.” Barry chided.

“You know the rules, bud.”

Magnus rolled his eyes and made grabby hands at the blood bags. As he chugged, Davenport stood.

“Right now we’re all definitely alive…” Davenport winced.

“…ish. I’m going to need the report on this one, because dead teammate implies something went wrong and we really have to stop letting things go wrong. At least some of us need to be able to handle the light. Team meeting first thing tomorrow morning, we’re doing a lessons learned spreadsheet, just like after the Barry indecent. Magnus, HR will work your shifts out with this in mind.” He looked resolute for a moment, then grabbed Magnus’ leg in a hug.

“Don’t you ever, ever, do anything like this again. You have to stay safe.”

Lup took that as her cue to dive in too and collided with the others on the way. They piled in as Magnus sipped a blood bag and absently petted their heads with his free hand. Dead or alive, she loved her family.

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Find the prequel here

[transingthoseformers]

Listen I am a long term fan of Percy Jackson. The Capture the Flag comletition is going to be ferocious and I am so excited to get to it.

Wait yes wait yes wait yes

[spoopy-moose]

chapter one of my reigen-gets-replaced-by-the-not!them fic is up now

[handwrittenhello]

Tumblr's Poorest Little Meow Meow

A poor little meow meow, by definition, must have three traits: soppingly wetly pathetic, squishy scrungly cute (or a similar attribute), and morally ambiguous. YOU will be voting for characters to win the title of

Poorest Wettest Saddest Littlest Meow Meow!

Character nominations were limited to one character per fandom and were crowdsourced.* Match-ups were made on a seeded basis according to character popularity, in the hopes of preventing a popularity contest from happening. Remember, it doesn't matter if they're your blorbo, we're trying to find the SADDEST and MOST ATROCIOUS little meow meow. Please evaluate how well they fill the attributes of a PLMM when you vote!

*If your poorest little meow meow didn't make the cut, sorry! Maybe we'll hold another round.

Polls will be held daily at noon EST. Here's the bracket. It's not fancy; nothing about this will be fancy. (These polls are just as pathetic as the characters they represent.)

All posts will be tagged #tumblr's plmm contest

Check below for a list of all poll posts:

Round One (Feb 3 noon EST)

Loki Laufeyson (Marvel) vs. Jiang Cheng (The Untamed) Prince Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender) vs. L (Death Note) Izzy Hands (Our Flag Means Death) vs. Father Paul (Midnight Mass) Vriska Serket (Homestuck) vs. Kaeya Alberich (Genshin Impact) Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who) vs. Joel Miller (The Last of Us) Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad) vs. Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb) Derek Hale (Teen Wolf) vs. Kendall Roy (Succession) Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars) vs. Lestat de Lioncourt (Interview with the Vampire) Dream of the Endless (The Sandman) vs. Emet Selch (Final Fantasy XV) Howl Jenkins (Howl's Moving Castle) vs. Daemon Targaryen (House of the Dragon) Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption 2) vs. Harry du Bois (Disco Elysium) Bruce Wayne aka RBattz (The Batman) vs. Villanelle (Killing Eve) Will Graham (Hannibal) vs. Seong Gi-hun (Squid Game) Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives) vs. Catra (She-Ra) Yennefer of Vengerberg (The Witcher) vs. Faith Lehane (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) Castiel (Supernatural) vs. Nandor the Relentless (What We Do in the Shadows)

Round Two (February 4 noon EST)

Loki Laufeyson (Marvel) vs. Prince Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender) Izzy Hands (Our Flag Means Death) vs. Vriska Serket (Homestuck) Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who) vs. Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad) Kendall Roy (Succession) vs. Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars) Dream of the Endless (The Sandman) vs. Howl Jenkins (Howl's Moving Castle) Harry du Bois (Disco Elysium) vs. Bruce Wayne (The Batman) Will Graham (Hannibal) vs. Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives) Yennefer of Vengerberg (The Witcher) vs. Castiel (Supernatural)

Round Three (February 5 noon EST)

Prince Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender) vs. Vriska Serket (Homestuck) Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad) vs. Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars) Harry du Bois (Disco Elysium) vs. Howl Jenkins (Howl's Moving Castle) Will Graham (Hannibal) vs. Castiel (Supernatural)

Round Four (February 6 noon EST)

Harry du Bois (Disco Elysium) vs. Will Graham (Hannibal) Vriska Serket (Homestuck) vs. Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars)

Final Round (February 7 noon EST)

Vriska Serket (Homestuck) vs. Harry du Bois (Disco Elysium)

The winner will be crowned on February 8. May the most sopping wet paper towel of a person win!

[shibara]

Here we go, have some more Malevolent fanart for a delightful fic I've been reading recently~

In this case it's Yellow City by @late-to-the-magnus-archives and it's the second one in a series.

I don't wanna spoil much, and being a second fic, it definitely is spoilery to some degree, but I will just say that one of the main concepts in Yellow City is Arthur Lester living in Carcosa as the King in Yellow's pet, who, while completely insane, thinks he's a PI solving cases with his trusty partner Hastur, living his fantasy noir hero life to its fullest.

No one finds this amusing except Hastur (and of course, myself). What I've actually made is a gif with some dialogue, but I'll put it below the cut down there because it has some flickering/flashing.

Also, adding an ID this time. I feel I should do those more often u u

[ID: Animated gif: Begins with Arthur sitting down against a textured, dark greyish background, wearing a grey suit and a yellow tie, holding a newspaper in one hand and his hat in the other. He is saying 'I've got a good feeling about this one, partner' in a speech bubble. The image darkens slowly, flickering between black and the previous image for an instant, then become a second image: Arthur in the same exact pose, but but he is now sitting on a mass of coiling tentacles and the textured background is bright and golden. He is now wearing a thin, yellow tunic with a flowery pattern, and several different golden jewelry items on his hands, feet and ear, along with a ornate golden collar. His hands, also in the same position as the previous frame, are now holding tentacles that coil up his sleeves. One of them is also pressing on his cheek and ruffling his hair. Along with Arthur's speech bubble there is now another larger one, dark, with undefined borders, that answers 'Is that so, little detective?'. The font is gold and textured like a brush. The image darkens slowly again, and flickers twice, returning to the initial frame, sans speech bubbles. Below the gif, there are two images of both main frames, without the speech bubbles.]

[katakaluptastrophy]

There's so much going on at the end of the anniversary dinner.

There's Cytherea saying the dinner was "useful" and affectionately referring to the Fourth as "the children", when it of course transpires that the dinner was useful for identifying who to murder first, and when she will hunt and torment those children just weeks later.

Then, as the Fourth's whispered conversation about biceps grows in volume, this happens:

Their hisses carried. Abigail, who was standing nearby deep in conversation with one of the Second, reached out a hand to touch Isaac lightly on the shoulder in reproof. She did not even turn around or break off talking. The Fourth adept winced: his cavalier had a hard, resentful, told-off expression on her face.

The Fourth seem particularly upset by Abigail's silent warning. And with good reason. Isaac is the Baron of the Fourth. We know from the Cohort Intelligence Files that his father's title was held in stewardship. We also know that Abigail managed to get them rejected from the Cohort on age grounds, despite the fact that when they applied they were several years older than Judith was when she joined up. Which raises a interesting question: what is the Houses' definition of legal majority and does it differ by House? Did their rejection on age grounds perhaps have something to do with their education on the Fifth? Would they have been eligible on the Fourth, but were still considered children and in education on the Fifth? Regardless, at 13 Isaac is holding the title of Baron and Jeannemary is his cavalier primary. They are there formally as House scions in contention for Lyctorhood. They are, we have to assume, at this point in some legal way adults as far as the society of the Nine Houses is concerned. And there is Abigail - Abigail Pent, Lady of the Fifth, the House at that moment apparently actively annexing the Fourth - treating them as if they are still children and under her authority in public. Of course they're upset.

This isn't to say that it wasn't an otherwise prosaic family interaction and that they don't have a loving and very familial relationship with the Fifth - we see them bobbing around after Magnus and in and out of the kitchen before the dinner, happily acting like the Fifth's children. But the casualness with which Abigail shushes Isaac is inescapably, for all of them, also political.

And Cytherea immediately picks up on this. It's what seems to provoke her moment of candid reflection on House politics to Gideon:

Dulcinea murmured, “Oh, Gideon the Ninth, the Houses are arranged so badly … full of suspicion after a whole myriad of peaceable years. What do they compete for? The Emperor’s favour? What does that look like? What can they want?

Cytherea perceives this interaction as political. As evidence that she's right - that the whole system is broken. She sees competition in Abigail's parental gesture, and suspicion in the frustration of teenagers who want to be grown ups. And she kills them all.

And there's two rather awful thoughts that follow from this.

The first is the extent to which Jod's shitty system poisons things. Abigail Pent, who just wants to nerd out about ghosts but is very good at whatever job she sets herself to, has a marriage with a man that she loves as an equal...and over whom she holds life and death authority three times over, as his feudal lord, as his boss, and as his necromancer. He dies because he is her cavalier, even though it's suggested that his cavaliership was in part Abigail's gesture against having to participate in the whole system in the first place and evidence of her plans to escape it. And despite the fact that they clearly loved the Fourth as their own, every gesture of that love was also inescapably part of a political manoeuvre set in motion by previous leaders of the Fifth to draw the Fourth further under their control. And with Isaac still, at least on paper, holding authority in his own right, prosaic parts of that relationship suddenly become matters of state and not the teenage drive for independence. And Cytherea looks at this and, for all her hatred of Jod, is unable to see him as the poison at the root of it.

Worse, we don't know what happened next. We know eventually the Fifth went to the Facility, but what did the Fourth do? Did they make up, and say their fond goodnights? Or is part of the Fourth's hysterical grief as they try to summon the Fifth's ghosts at the crime scene because they slunk off after this, and it was the last time they ever saw them alive?