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I think a lot about how badly the "I lied on my CV" scene would go with Archivist Sasha. A LOT. Now this is based on some things:
a) The paranoia
• A lot of Archivist Sasha AUs act as if she would be imune to the paranoia arc and here is why I disagree:
1. By being the Archivist and feeding the eye you are automatically dealing with an extended feeling of being watched all the time. Not to mention the Eye is literally a paranoia entity (between it's other areas).
2. While Sasha doesn't appear to have Jon's trust issues she has a need to know at least equal to him and a tendency of theorizing. She was of course right when assuming Gertrude kept the archieves messy on purpose but that also shows that between being very smart she is very doubtifull of any behavior outside the person's normal.
3. In that same conversation ahe mentions how everyone has a mask and says to Tim, likely her best friend, that he is as honest to her as he is to Jon it is just different masks. She is fine with this. She is okay with the masks. But that is before things go wrong.
4. She KNEW Gertrude. That means solving her murder is more personal.
b) Sasha knows her shit way to well
• This one is the real fascinsting thing: Sasha is a master in figuring out people's secrets and keeping them for herself. She knew from the start Jon lied about his age and that Martin lied on his CV. To the point that for her this knowledge about Martin is a fun fact and irrelevant, a thing she keeps from because she knows he would be anxious if he knew she knows. The thing is that translating to the "I lied in my CV confession" we have:
• Paranoid Sasha found Martin's letter to his mother (likely writen as a diary with no intencion to actually send it) and thinks that Martin lied about Trevor being dead.
• She knows Martin lied on his CV and it's meaningless to her to the point she might suspect he knows she knows.
• She knows Martin has a complicated relationship with his mother and that means she would assume it to be very unlikely he would ever write this personal of a letter to her.
Conclusion:
Sasha would probably think Martin is using the fsct he lied on his CV as a diversion and truly has an awfull secret. She would also likely tell to his face she knows it isn't it because Martin's mum would never read or care about his feelings or letters and Martin should know this enough to not even bother to write "so this is likely a codename".
#i do have some ideas for sasha paraboid arc for my own archivist Sasha au#not sure if I'll ever write it#i do have some scenes written#namely sasha gouge our eyes with me scene with tim#jon's first statement#sasha confronting martin#jon sasha a traveling lighter and the web#and s1 sasha gathering everyone to talk about her gertrude made the mess on purpose theory#eh wathever#tma#the magnus archieves#archivist sasha#tma paranoia arc#funniest arc ngl#sasha james#martin blackwood#also in my au her cathartic lie convo would be with jon as he confesses he only refused the promotion because gertrude took his statement#and the nightmares and how they finally stopped and he was afraid being the Archivist would make Gertrude go back go tormenting him#he is wrong but like fair assumption#the fact he gives her a motive to killing gertrude also cleans him for her because he says as a statement#and also jon is afraid of her after she was dead he is not brave enough to have killed her nor appears to have considered it would've worked
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your lonely martin is *mouth frothing* BARKBADK AGRRRR 🩷🩷🩷 okay okay but imagine martin lukas subtly courting jon "i'm interested in you i want to date you but i'll show it by making you tea and buying you stuff" kinda courting :3
jon would be confused yet delighted when he sees a box of his favorite pastries (i headcanon him as having a sweet tooth) on his desk when he arrives :)
jon is a dense guy though, that's why sasha and tim facepalm whenever martin makes his move and jon is just like "what the hell are you doing"
I feel like gift giving is the closest thing most of the Lukas family has to actually showing affection(except for Peter and Martin who are more open). So Martin does like gift giving to people he likes and especially so with crushes. Martin absolutely brings presents to the archive team when he comes back from trips.
But when it comes when he's interested in people he will give them gifts and tea and wait to see if they get the hint and ask him out. Martin will not be the first to ask that's too much confrontation.
Jon is delighted that Martin cares enough to give him things, but will not openly admit it and will most likely reprimand him for Martins unprofessional gestures. He will still eat the pastries and take home the rest of his gifts secretly.
Tim and Sasha are so done with Jon's behavior.
Mike is real tired of Martin's bosses behavior, mostly cause it's interrupting his and Martin's "will they, won't they" side plot he thinks is going on.
#tma comic#tma fanart#made for the lonely au#tma martin#tma mike#tma tim#tma sasha#tma jon#tma podcast#tma au#tma art#magpod#lonely!martin#lukas!martin#martin blackwood#mike crew#tim stoker#sasha james#jon sims#jonmartin#jonathan sims#the magnus archive fanart#the magnus archive#the magnus archives#my art#digital art#fan art#art
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Since so many people seemed to like my Martin Time-Travel fic idea, I thought I might put out some other ideas I have for it:
Martin's insistence on ensuring that the archival staff remains as untouched by the Entities results in many changes with varying degrees of success.
These changes include Jon being attacked by Prentiss instead of Martin, Sasha surviving the Not-Them, but still having an uncanny valley vibe afterwards, Elias gets threatened, and Tim and Melanie make a mini documentary focusing on Jon believing Martin's a ghost and trying to debunk his theory like an episode of BuzzFeed Unsolved.
The AU starts on Martin's first day in the archives, and he realizes what's happening when he sees the dog.
Martin is absolutely giddy at the realization that he has a chance to fix everything.
Jon speed runs his S4 pining arc.
Peter shows up because of the new avatar of the Lonely that Elias keeps complaining about.
The Archival crew assumes Peter is Martin's father and no amount explaining will change that. Peter thinks it's hilarious and does not help things at all by referring to Martin as "son" and "my boy".
Tim doesn't die, but he does receive a lot of pamphlets in the mail about The Cult of the Lightless Flame.
Daisy and Basira don't join the Archives, but they do have a sort of alliance with Martin. They're suspicious of why he knows so much, but eventually he becomes something of an informant for them when they need answers. In turn, they look the other way when he implies he's going to do something illegal.
I love the concept of Martin and Daisy being Murder Buddies. May or may not utilize this.
Martin confronts his mother about her behavior and treatment towards him. A bridge is burned, but he gets closure.
I have a few other ideas, but this is what I've got for now.
#tma#the magnus archives#tma time travel au#martin blackwood#melanie tma#daisy tonner#basira hussain#timothy stoker#sasha james#jonathan sims#elias bouchard#peter lukas
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Having Thoughts once more about Jon and Martin, especially Jon. I think Jon fell in love with Martin around S2-S3 AND that he never really hated him. I'm not going to say he didn't bully him without justification because he did. What I'm going to say is why he did it.
When I was six-seven, I was heavily bullied. In this context, I targeted another student. I'm not proud of this, but it's something I did, so I have to accept it happened. I didn't hate her, not really. We just had some sort of rivalry that I took too far.
I believe Jon was in a somewhat similar situation. He didn't hate Martin per se, he probably just felt inferior due to all the teasing and challenges to his authority of Tim and Sasha who were supposed to be his friends. I don't think either of them did it with malicious intentions but Tim was the popular kind of guy and that type of people hurt the weird kids without realising. What for Tim was light-hearted teasing, for Jon was a way of losing control and he probably felt made fun of. So in order to feel in charge... There was Martin.
This is just an explanation, not a justification whatsoever. That's not a good way to deal with that situation. What he did was wrong. Completely wrong and cruel. Most bullies have been bullied before and that doesn't justify anything.
So he didn't really believe what he said, I don't think he even knew Martin would hear those tapes. And that brings us to Martin's statement. There, he tried to stop Martin, probably to protect him from the nightmares (by this point he had taken at least one live statement, but he hadn't taken any from his assistants). Which is not an act of love, but of bare human decency. But he also let him his cot. That's also not an act of love, but a boss being nice and caring while still being a boss.
Then there is a shift after the confrontation in S2, there, he starts to appreciate what Martin does and it's somewhat proud of him. That's when he must have started to fall in love with him. Because Georgie recognised Martin with only the description that Jon gave her. Also, why else would Georgie tell Jon to talk to Martin?
Some argue that Martin said they only bonded by trauma and Jon didn't correct him. Well, are you really going to believe the supernaturally depressed character and the incapable of expressing his emotions character about... Emotions? Yeah, sorry, no, I don't think they're right. I'm not saying they didn't bond over trauma because it just isn't true, but they could have bonded over other things. More slowly, probably, but they would.
Ah, almost forgot. The Martin and Elias conversation. Elias didn't have any material of Jon being actually terrible, in fact, any extra information would have proven otherwise. That's one of the reasons he didn't do that. Also, Martin's mother was more important to Martin than his crush on Jon, so there's also that.
Jon was terrible, but not due to hate. And he did get better. Also, Jon did mean the "let's gouge our eyes out and leave this hell" conversation. He was desperate for an excuse to just leave. And he would have. He let Jared take two ribs from him just to save Daisy. Do you really think he wouldn't do anything just as crazy for Martin?
#i have strong feelings about this#really strong feelings#tma#the magnus archives#jonathan sims#martin blackwood#jonmartin#jmrt#jmart
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thinking about a TMA au in the universe of ATLA/LOK
jon is the avatar (obviously)
maybe he realized he was the avatar later in life. he was raised as an earthbender and had a different life ahead of him, but he discovered his abilities, and now he struggles hard to fill the shoes of the avatar who came before him
fire came to him easily, but air was the most difficult. hard to let go of all your earthly attachments when carrying your burden is all you know
elias is an airbender
he was chosen to train the next avatar, but was a bad influence on him. he pushed jon towards becoming a weapon, perfect for the broken system to use against its enemies. maybe jon learned what he was up to and disagreed with his teacher's ideals. maybe he ran away because of it
martin is a waterbender
he got his element from his father, who, of course, disappeared. his mother never taught it to him the right way because it reminded her too much of him. she forced him to waterbend the way she learned to earthbend, before she wasn't strong enough to teach him anything anymore. he didn't understand how he managed to fool his way into teaching the avatar himself waterbending, but he certainly isn't complaining about the benefits of his new situation. (other than the said new avatar being a bit of a dick)
tim is a firebender
he never channeled his fire from rage, always got it from his love for his friends. until he lost danny. he hides it well, but sometimes the rage inside him creates a firestorm on the outside too
sasha isn't a bender
she didn't need to be born a bender though to have talent. she's very intelligent and tends to be the planner for any missions this hypothetical "team avatar" goes on. people often take her for granted though, or treat her poorly because she's not a bender, even if she can typically keep up with the benders just the same
melanie is a firebender
she always had a burning fire within her, rage and passion mixing into one. but she glowed bright enough to burn anyone who stepped too close, metaphorically. and sometimes literally.
basira is an earthbender
she was always sturdy when daisy needed a shoulder to lean on. unshaking in her loyalty towards her. she had the strength to push through her problems. she didn't always know when was the right time to soften up
daisy is an airbender
air is the element of freedom, and daisy had way too much of it. the freedom to use her powers against others, get them hurt or killed, if it was in the law's name. i think she used the "pushing the air out of a person's lungs" trick way too much. (and during her confrontation with jon)
georgie used to be an earthbender
used to be. of course, when she was in uni, her school was attacked by a bloodbender. many students went missing during the incident, forced to drop to their knees, and haven't been seen since. georgie though she might've be lucky, having gotten away, with her chi being permanently blocked as the only consequence
might talk more about this but i have enough WIPs so i don't think i want start another entire fic, just little snippets at most
#tma atla au#tma#the magnus archives#jonathan sims#elias bouchard#martin blackwood#tim stoker#sasha james#melanie king#basira hussain#daisy tonner#georgie barker
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What A Way To Start A Year
T/im learns a little something about karma, friends, and care. Seems even J/on isn't quite as cold as he seems.
A M/agnus A/rchives fic, set somewhere pre-season 1. Shouldn't have any spoilers, but proceed with caution just incase~ (nothing late game, just character dynamic things)
Welcome to "I meant for this to be a little drabble and I wrote 3k words"~ Having a bit of hyperfixation and burn out as I started this new year, soooo I decided to make T/im suffer <3 Not promising quality seeing as I wrote this all in the span of tonight, but consider it a lil 'too long' drabble, and happy new years!
Best way to start off the new year, giving one of your lil guys a lil snz <3
Characters: T/im, M/artin, S/asha, and J/on.
Word Count: 3.9k
(CW: There is some swearing, and light descriptions of high fevers)
Christmas had been good this year, maybe the best it had in a long time. Life of the party as always, Tim had enjoyed getting to spend it with his old, and new, colleagues. On top of that, Jon had been laid up with a pretty awful cold for a couple days leading up to it, so he wasn’t around to crush any brilliant ideas Tim came up with.
This led to the budget receiving a fairly substantial hit, though many researchers donated to the cause when they learned this borrowing wasn’t exactly approved. Hell, even Elias had pitched in, claiming something or other about ‘archivists fit for the job not exactly growing on trees’, and wanting to ‘save some of Jon’s sanity’.
“Tim? Are you even listening to me?”
Pulled back to the conversation at hand, Tim lifts his gaze to the taller man fidgeting nervously in front of him. Martin was never one for confrontations, and usually the first ‘no’ would have been more than enough to lead to a string of apologies for even asking. Today however, he seems to have grown a spine. At the worst possible moment.
“Oh come on,” Martin continues, missing the groan slipping from Tim’s throat. “Even Jon agreed to it!”
“I’m not really in the party mood,” Tim retorts, leaning back in his chair. “Besides, Jon didn’t agree to celebrate, he agreed not to stop the celebration. Not the same thing.”
From across her desk, Sasha gives a low chuckle. “He’s got you there, Martin.”
“Can you at least give it a little thought before turning it down?” Martin insists, completely out of character for someone usually so eager to please.
What the hell has gotten into him today? He didn’t even seem to enjoy himself that much at the Christmas party. Sure, he had a few drinks and mingled with the staff, but he’d left as soon as it was over, not waiting around for chatting like Tim and Sasha.
Clearing his throat with a grimace, Tim casts Sasha a dark look as she chuckles again. Knowing far too much, as usual. Especially when it came to him. If it was anyone else, Tim would hate it with all his being, but given that it’s Sasha… well it’s a welcome invasion.
Still, it would be nice if she didn’t rat him out. And to Martin of all people, well let’s just say he saw what happened when Jon was sick. Yeah, passing on that one. Attention is great, Tim lives for it, but the coddling? Not really his style.
“hiEH– guh…”
Damn, that had been a close one. Thankfully Martin seems oblivious, though Sasha sits up in her chair, reaching down into a drawer to fish something out.
Turning his focus back to Martin, Tim provides an offer, desperate to just have the interaction come to an end.
“Fine, I’ll show up, but I don’t want any part in planning it.”
“Oh of course, I’ll handle all the details, I mean it’s just a new years party, how much can there really be to do? I mean food, timing, gotta make sure we have keys to the building– oh but if Jon’s there, that shouldn’t be a problem…” Martin says, rambling beginning to fade into the background as Tim finds himself unable to-
“hH– ek’CHhiew!”
“-Oh, bless you!” Martin says, his own thoughts long forgotten.
Unable to get a word out, Tim merely waves a hand, ducking into his shoulder for another, “eTChhew!”
“Bles-”
And another, “iTSChh’ew!”
“Oh ble-”
And another, “ehh– kTChh’iew!”
Silently Sasha stands, handing Tim a pack of tissues. Must have been what she was looking for in the desk. Once again, knowing more than she should, of course she picked up on his patterns.
Accepting them gratefully, Tim pulls a few out and roughly rubs at his nose, pointedly avoiding Martin’s worried gaze. Gripping his still trembling nose through the tissue, Tim sucks in a tight breath through his teeth, holding for a beat, before finally spinning around in his chair for a final-
“hH’ETCSHh-ieuw! Whew, bless me.”
Martin’s hands are fidgeting again, seemingly unsure of what to do with himself as Tim gives his nose a light massage through the tissue. He’s aware enough not to point it out, but is nearly shaking with the effort of suppressing his concerns.
With a sigh, Tim meets his eyes. “I’m fine, Martin. I always sneeze like that.” He leaves out ‘when I’m sick’. It also happens if he’s suffering allergies, though he doubts that would be a point in his defense given it’s the middle of winter.
“Yeah he’s not kidding,” Sasha pipes up, throwing Tim a wink as he glares. “You should hear him in spring, once it starts he can be going for hours.”
“I wouldn’t say hours, Sash-”
“Remember the cherry blossom incident?” Sasha interrupts, sending a sugary smile over to Martin. “He was wrecked for the rest of the day, I was almost certain he was never gonna stop. Even considered giving a statement here, that reaction was almost supernatural.”
Tim winces, an audible moan slipping from his lips. “We swore to never speak of it again.”
Sasha laughs, Tim giving her another playful glare from behind his tissues. “You swore that, I did no such thing.”
Thankfully Martin doesn’t pry, having enough common sense to offer a polite chuckle, and offer some excuse about ‘planning’. Still, he can’t help himself from shooting a meek “I hope you feel better soon” over his shoulder, Tim giving him finger guns in return.
“This is karma, you know,” Sasha calls after Martin’s outside earshot. “You took pleasure in Jon’s suffering, so now it’s your turn to suffer the same fate.”
“No, thi- eTChhew! Scuse me,” Tim says, rubbing his nose with the tissue one last time before depositing it in his nearly overflowing trash can. Another tissue is plucked as his eyes begin to water, nostrils flaring with reckless abandon. Never just one.
“kTChh’uew! hh’iTChh –uew! Tihhckles… eTCHh! etchh’uh! hiehh–”
The last one toys with him, tracing the rims of his nostrils, back up his sinuses, a gentle itch that seems to burn against every inch of his nose. Finally, with a desperate gasp, Tim ducks into his wrist for the last, “heh’ATChhh –iew!”
“Many blessings. Sounds like you need them,” Sasha offers with a wince, tossing another pack of tissues over, which Tim catches with a single hand, the other still gripping his nose.
After taking a moment to clean himself up, Tim shoots her his signature smile, ignoring the eye roll she shoots back. “Where was I?”
“Admitting this is karma?”
“It’s not karma, it’s lack of common sense. Going to a party where a coworker is sick, and still drinking and eating the same meals” Tim says, aiming a rough cough into his sleeve.
Sasha winces once more at the quality of the cough, hands rummaging through her drawers once more as she tosses a reply back. “And yet you’re the only one who caught it. Seems like karma to me.”
Closing the distance between them in a single stride, Sasha places a hand on Tim’s shoulder, voice softening. “It’s two days till new years, why don’t you go home and try to get some rest? I doubt Martin will object, and I’ll cover for you with Jon.”
Before Tim can form his rebuttal, Sasha places a box of paracetamol and a jar of vapor rub in front of him. Nodding his thanks, Tim lets out another harsh cough into his arm, leaning as far away from Sasha as he can manage.
With a light rub to his shoulder, Sasha walks to the door, holding it open with a pointed look. “Go home, you sound awful.”
“Alright, alright. I got the message. hH’ETchhiew!” Tim says, gathering his care package and beginning his walk down the hallway.
“If I hear the rest of that fit happening in this building, I’m telling Martin how ill you really are,” Sasha calls after him, a smile flashing over her face as Tim holds up his hands in mock surrender, before ducking back into his arm with another muffled burst.
—
“You look horrible.”
Tim manages a weary smile from behind the tightly wound scarf. “Thagk you.”
Martin winces, standing in the doorframe, seemingly oblivious to the winter chill soaking into Tim’s bones. Even just the walk from the train station was hell on earth, standing out here is doing him no favours.
Turning away with a throat scraping cough, Tim manages to clear the congestion enough to finish the sentence somewhat understandably. A great feat, given how fast his voice is retreating. “May I remind you that I’m only here because you insisted.”
“Right, well I… I didn’t know how bad-” Martin begins, realizing spreading across his face like a wildfire as a chill leaves Tim breathless. “Oh god, I’m making you freeze to death while you’re already this sick, I’m so sorry, come in, I’ll go make you a tea.”
Tim nods his thanks as he piles inside the warm institute, cursing his aching lungs as each breath of warm air seems to burn them from the inside out. Martin rushes away, nearly crashing into a few researchers as he makes his frantic dash for the kitchen.
The scarf is reluctantly removed, a shudder running through Tim’s back as the warm air does nothing to soothe what he’s now certain is a growing fever. A few researchers wave to him, offering some idle chit-chat as he makes his way inside.
For the most part, people give him a wide berth, apparently he looks as bad as he feels. Tissues in hand, gripping them like a lifeline, Tim finds his way to a couch and lets himself sink into it. The party buzzes around him, fading into background noise.
Martin returns soon after, the mug vibrating slightly as he attempts to steady his hand. “I wasn’t sure what kind you’d want, we have a pretty limited amount, but I have a few extras in my desk– oh I could have probably found one for colds and flus, I’m not sure which this is, I thought cold before but you look-”
“Martin,” Tim interrupts, voice cutting uncomfortably through his raw throat. “Can I have the cup?”
“Oh, right, sorry!” Martin says, a sheepish grin crossing his face, nerves more than anything else, as he hands Tim the mug. Tim gives another appreciative nod, taking a cautious sip.
The warm liquid feels like heaven against his throat, and he barely manages to choke back a whimper. The flavour is still a mystery, Martin never actually got to that part. Given how little he can taste at the moment, seems it’s gonna remain that way. Still, the heat beginning to warm his chest is a welcome relief, and Tim has to fight to keep his eyes from drifting shut…
“Watch out!”
The voice rouses him, his eyes snapping open just in time to witness Jon dropping to his knees in front of the couch. The realization doesn’t sink in for another minute, Tim blinking the tired from his eyes and trying to figure out why people are staring… and why there’s a hand on his finge–
Oh, the tea. Thankfully Jon’s reflexes seemed to kick in just in time, his hands guiding Tim’s cup to the table next to him. Judgement clouds the boss's eyes as he turns back, fully ready to chastise Tim, no doubt. Jon opens his mouth, one hand beginning to point, but as his eyes scan Tim’s form, his demeanor changes instantly.
“You don’t seem well.” Jon’s voice is still firm, but with a hint of something Tim can’t quite place. On anyone else, he’d call it concern. On Jon… perhaps concern isn’t far off, though the underlying criticism of the statement irritates him.
“I wonder why that could be? It’s almost as if someone came to the Christmas party sick enough to fall asleep standing. Twice.” Tim says, sarcasm lining his words, alongside the congestion he can’t seem to fully shake.
“Well in that case,” Sasha chimes in, cheerful voice a natural antithesis to the misery coursing through Tim’s system. “Seems you’re halfway there!”
“Hey, I was lying down, that’s hardly the sahh… same thing– hH’ETchh!”
“Here we go,” Sasha says, already turning on her heel to find a tissue box as Tim’s hitches increase in desperation.
“aHTChh’ew! gn’tchhew!”
“Bless,” Jon offers, a brief confusion crossing his face as Sasha laughs, shaking her head.
“He’s not done,” She says, handing over the tissue box.
Tim grabs for it blindly, too caught up in the fit to even attempt dignity. Still, the eyes on him do leave him with a hint of embarrassment, and the onslaught is muffled as best he can manage. “hH’MMpshhew! eMPFShh’ieh! hh’MFSHhueh!”
Blessings sound out from the room, Tim managing to wave a hand towards the ones offering them, eyes still watering. As the fit seems to stall, he lowers his tissues, red nose now visibly twitching.
“Are you alright?” Jon asks, the hint of concern from before now plainly evident. That’s frankly more alarming than it should be, and Tim finds himself wanting to… reassure the boss.
“I’m okay, it’s juhh… j-just… huhh–” But it seems his nose has other plans, a tissue being raised once more as Tim paws at the appendage. “‘Scuhhse me, I still have… hahhve to… to… hiHh– eTCHh’ew! hk’ASCHh–oo!”
This time the tickle fades with the final pitchy sneeze, Tim letting out a low groan as he mashes his nose into the ever growing collection of tissues he’s clutching. A few people call out final blessings, Sasha laughing out hers as Tim’s face goes red once more.
Martin picks this time to enter the room with drinks, Tim letting his eyes flutter shut as the focus shifts off his misery. A gentle touch keeps him from drifting off to sleep, prying open an eye to find Sasha settling onto his left.
“Careful, don’t want to catch this,” Tim manages, leaning against his right shoulder to muffle another stream of chesty coughs. Sasha winces as it goes on past the realm of comfort, her hand finding his back.
“Don’t worry about me, I haven’t earned this cold, I didn’t make use of Jon’s or your suffering,” She says, the playful tone not masking the growing worry in her posture.
While she can read him like a book, she’s no mystery to him either. The tension in her fingers, absentmindedly stroking patterns on his back. The way she subconsciously tries to support his body weight, despite them both sitting. The look in her eyes when he manages to stall the coughing long enough to meet them.
With this brief respite from the attack, Sasha takes the chance to bring Tim’s tea back, his fingers wrapping around the warm mug. The first few sips burn, his lungs protesting, begging to return to their efforts to expel all the irritation. By the third, however, the warmth is spreading once more, easing the spasms.
“Alright?” Sasha asks, beginning to stand from the couch. Tim nods his reply, taking another slow sip. “Think you’ll make it till midnight? We’ve still got a few hours to go.”
He nods his approval again, not yet trusting his voice enough to make an attempt. Sasha simply smiles, easing back into the party that– Tim had almost forgotten existed. That fever must be worse than he thought, given how loud it is. A fact that’s now pounding against his head in harmony with his heartbeat.
The party continues on, Sasha and Martin taking turns checking in on Tim as he slips rapidly in and out of consciousness. Seconds turn to hours, and before he knows it, it’s two minutes to midnight.
As Tim blinks against the harsh fluorescent lighting, it’s Jon that stands before him, hand hovering near his side. Tim begins to speak, breaking off into a cough as his voice comes out rough with sleep and congestion.
“What’s up boss?” He manages with the second attempt, not missing Jon’s wince at the nasal quality.
“You simply look… well, the festivities are nearly over, I was just inquiring as to…” Jon seems to get stuck, eyes wandering down to the couch as he finishes. “I know you took the train here, I was seeing if you needed an escort home.”
“How kind, I’d be delighted to have your accompaniment,” Tim responds, the wit clouding the fact he… hadn’t actually considered needing to go home. Jon seems to take this answer as satisfactory, ignoring all the sarcasm as he gives a tight nod and an out of practice smile.
From across the room Martin calls out, something about a countdown. Tim attempts to pull himself to a stand, finding Sasha’s arm around his waist, guiding him to the wall. Leaning against it, he lets his rough voice join the chorus as they count into the new year.
Despite how the lights and noise had pounded into his skull, everyone chanting in unison helps Tim realize that… there actually aren’t that many people here. Aside from his coworkers, there’s only a few researchers, and Elias is not in attendance.
Honestly, thank whatever cosmic being may exist for that one, he had been none too fond of Jon’s arriving sick. Tim shudders to think what he would have said about this state. He shouldn’t have come, but… something about how insistent Martin was… well he just couldn’t disappoint that loveable idiot.
Somehow Tim finds he’s managed to keep up with the counting, despite being worlds away in his thoughts. As they approach the final numbers, a feathery sensation begins to spread through his nostrils- no.
Absolutely not, this is not the time. It’s never just one, there’s not enough people here, someone’s gonna notice. And I mean, it’s not like he’s hiding the fact he feels like death, but… drawing that much attention is also not the goal.
“Five! Four!”
“hiehh- h’ngTchh!” He manages to stifle the first, the congestion pounding in his head as the tickle seems to only get worse.
“Three! Two!”
“I cad’t– nNDtch! nGTCh’uh!”
“One–”
As the cheers begin to erupt, Tim ducks into the tissues with a scraping, “ehg’TCHhiew!”
“Happy new years!”
“yiEShh’iew! etchh’uh! hH’AESHH –oo!” Tim dips into his hands again, managing to sink down against the wall as he lets out a congested blow, ending the fit.
“What a way to ring in the new year,” Comes Sasha’s voice, her form blocking the light from Tim’s eyes as he looks up, fever blurring his vision.
“Shud ub.”
“Christ Tim, you sound awful,” Jon adds, his form appearing behind Sasha’s.
“Thagks boss,” Tim retorts, groaning as he notices a third form, Martin’s nervous fidgeting easy to spot even from this angle. Martin remains silent, though his eyes seem to hold more concern than any of them, and… guilt? Or maybe that’s just the delirium.
Glancing up to meet Sasha’s gaze, Tim offers a weary, “Tibe to go hobe?”
She nods softly, kneeling to help him to his feet, Martin wordlessly taking his other arm. Jon stands off to the side, hesitating. What for, who knows. All Tim can focus on is one step after the other, just gotta make it home, then he can sleep. For the rest of forever, at this rate.
As they get to the door, Martin helps wrap the scarf around Tim’s neck, forcing him to lift it from its perch against Sasha’s shoulder. Sasha, for her part, supports his weight with ease, she was always stronger than she looked.
Martin keeps casting glances towards Tim, obviously fretting over something. Too tired to manage his usual charm, Tim gives Martin the softest look he can manage. “Jusd say id, please. You’re makigg me nervous.”
“I’m so sorry I asked you to come, you’re obviously so unwell, and I know I didn’t really know that at the time, but I should have, or at least texted and checked in, I just… I wanted us all to get along so bad and I thought if you came it would mean more fun because you’re always so lively and good at talking to people and-”
Tim holds up a hand, eyes glazing over as Martin stops short, breath coming almost as rapidly as Tim’s. After a minute goes by, Martin starts to open his mouth, seeming confused by the interruption, before nearly jumping out of his skin as Tim ducks into his fist.
“eTCHh’ew! hH’YEAShh –iew! Sorry, I feld those cobigg… waid– hih’ETCHhew! heAYSHh’oo!” Tim ducks down again, Sasha grabbing him tighter to support the harsh shudders as he attempts to keep his balance.
“Oh bless you,” Martin offers, voice coming out timid. Tim gives him, what he hopes is, a warm smile despite the fever taking hold of the last corners of his mind.
“If I didn’t wanna cobe, I would have stayed hobe. I dod’t blame you.”
Martin nods silently, a relief seeming to flood his face. Taking his place once more supporting Tim, they move towards the exit. Opening the door, the first wave of cold floods the entryway, and a chill so violent runs through Tim that both Martin and Sasha take a step back to brace him.
It’s now that Jon speaks up, voice strained with a type of worry Tim hadn’t heard before. “No, we’re absolutely not doing this, I refuse.”
The trio turn towards him. Though perhaps a more accurate description is that Martin and Sasha turn, Tim simply goes along for the ride. Martin mumbles something about ‘no other choice’, but Sasha asks what Jon’s on about.
“It’s too cold out there, it’s the middle of the damn night, there’s no way I’m letting him go home like this.”
“And what do you suggest we do as an alternative? He can’t stay here-” Sasha begins, pausing as Jon turns towards her.
“Why not? I’m the archivist, this is my archive,” Jon begins, pausing for a moment, before adding, “Well, Elias’s, but I hardly think he’d suggest we send an employee home in this weather while they’re this sick. That’s just bad management, he’ll freeze to death before even reaching the train.”
As if to confirm this assumption, Tim shudders violently, ducking into his chest with a tired, “hh’eshhew! eTCHh’iew!” followed by a heavy sigh. Martin mumbles something about covering, but quickly silences himself as Tim begins to tremble again.
Sasha gives Jon a look, seeming to read him for any hints of doubt, perhaps searching for an ulterior motive. After a brief pause, their eyes meeting, she gives a tight nod, approval of some kind.
“Come on Martin, let’s get him back to that couch, he can sleep there for the night,” Sasha directs, Martin nodding his acceptance.
Tim manages to catch snippets of the conversation as they get him settled. Jon fetching him a blanket he keeps in his office. Martin providing some more tea. Sasha grabbing tissues and medication for when he wakes up. Something about Jon sleeping in his office so he’s not alone, and Sasha coming in early to help him home.
With his final bout of consciousness, Tim holds up a hand, the conversation immediately pausing. “Thagk you guys. And… esSHhh’ew! And, I’b sorry.”
All three stare at him for a minute, before Sasha breaks first. Her laughter fills the silence, Martin joining in soon after, and even Jon letting a few chuckles slip out. When they’ve finally collected themselves, Sasha gives Tim a warm smile.
“Sleep well, Tim. I’ll come fetch you in the morning.”
With a content sigh, Tim lets his eyes drift shut again, his consciousness fading to the soft hum of his friends in the background.
Alright, so maybe coddling isn’t quite so bad after all.
#waterfallwrites#the m/agnus a/rchives#was that my tag?? i think it was ahuguh#anyways i wrote this in a flurry of 'i need to do something about my hyperfixation' induced attention span#took many breaks but all in all took about 6ish hours (including the breaks)#and im kinda proud of myself for just! doing it!!#props to my friend for telling me to 'just write something with no pressure and let it be what it is'#so this is a drabble that turned into an actual fic bc i didnt! pressure myself!#if it sucks it sucks- if it doesnt it doesnt- whatever it is i made it and im gonna be happy with that#plus its t/ma which rn is just... SOOO it for me. i am so hyperfixated#and t/im is my beloved i love this man#and i may possibly try to write about j/ons version of this cold and maybe The Cherry Blossom Incident#but i actually have a different t/ma fic in the works so that one comes first <3#anyways yes here you go!! i toss this into the void! and see if! anyone wants it!#t/ma#t/im s/toker
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So...what leads to Martin going full spiral avatar?
*clears throat*
So, at the end of s1, Tim is with Sasha, and Martin in the file storage room whatever it is called. Jon comes in, and Martin pushes him out of the way of the worms. They get separated and Martin, since he doesn't know artifact storage as well as Sasha, decides to keep running. That is until he is met with a yellow door.
As an aside, Martin was the one who met with Michael instead of Sasha. And maybe Michael thought his deceiving nature was Spiral Core instead of Web and took a liking to him.
He enters the door, escapes, and comes out differently. He's half-spiral in s2, and then at the end of s2, Tim is tired of being dizzy and having a member of the spiral in her archives. So, she confronts him, Martin is offended, and his powers have grown exponentially from the start of the season. So he sends Tim into his doorways and then disappears into a hallway of his own. Becoming fully spiraled through the way.
Some Fun Things Spiral!Martin has done in s2:
Tea Time - a time that never hits, no matter when they look at the clock, it never seems to hit tea time
Random Puzzles - they never seem to have a solution, and every time someone tries to put a piece in a spot, it doesn't fit, despite fitting just the other day
His Fashion Sense keeps getting weirder and more bright as the season goes on.
Tim and Martin go on a date, Tim's trying to see if he's sus, and Martin's just having a fun time, and also a fun time messing with Tim's brain.
#tma#Martin Blackwood#Spiral!Martin#tim is the archivist au#tarchivist au#i love my boys so much#text post#birdbrain#the magnus archives#tim stoker#MarTim
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The Magnus Archives
-S2 Notes-
I had a lot more to say on this season apart from the first. (I find some of them funny, like Ep 78)
An animatic may or may not be coming soon.
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{ Note: Magnus was the last name of the man that discovered Arsenic, a lethal poison }
[I am not sure what this proves, but I found it interesting]
#41 Jon explores the caves, makes own statement
#42 Crazed band causing ppl to off themselves + Martin is suspicious
#43 Police order and fire guy identified (ep. 12?) Jon rizzed cop into getting tapes
#44 circus again, Gertrude’s tape
#45 Malaria doctors (rather similar to Jane scenario), also, Jon has photos of Tim… antique guy
#46 Book guy, Michael Crew, rain smell (ep. 18)
#47 MICHAEL STABBED JON!? OMG WHY DID I FIND IT HOT?? (Ep. 53, 5 stitches??)
#48 person lost in non-human crowd. I trust Elias.
#49 More meat. … Still trust Elias
#50 Smirk, again, and Tim thinks Jon is banging a cop. People keep moving to New Zealand.
#51 Simon Fairchild in the ocean + not!Sasha is going to a… wax museum??
#52 weird, strong inmate. Not!Sasha boyfriend? (omg. Tim.)
#53 Another archive. Martin is such a sweetheart.
#54 Taxidermy and Jon is slowly going marbles (broke into Gertrude’s home!!)
#55 “disease, insects, and the smell when they burn.” [side: I do not remember what the episode was about, but upon further reflection, it was the pest control guy]
#56 Vamp dude again aND I ALMOST CRIED WHEN JON YELLED AT MARTIN?! HE’S GOING INSANE!! WHY IS HE SMILING?? STOP. THAT SCARED ME!!! Also “The Hunt” He’s 29? [Martin]
{ Note: When a character emphasizes “The (insert noun)”, note it }
#57 space program, 3 people involved, stock boyfriend
#58 old file about cannibalism. Jon is legit going insane. (Oregon Trail)
#59 ex-thug taken in. Something with Agnes. Everyone is scared of Jon.
#60 Eyes. Team confronts Jon.
#61 Coffin again + another cop. Daisy.
#62 “The End”, + Gertrude tape. Floorboard. [Mary Keay’s experience with Leitner book]
#63 The dark are my friend + YouTube girl again
#64 Mummy tomb + Jon broke into police station?? [he keeps breaking laws]
#65 17 HOUR ASMR EATING COMPUTER!! Tim CURSES Jon out.
#66 Man buried alive (sorta). Gertrude is a pyromaniac [/j]
#67 “The Cult of The Lightless Flame”, Agnes is back
#68 Another book? Not!Sasha scared Jon. Lol
#69 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Spiders seem to be a theme. “The Spiders”? Is Annabelle a monster? Like Prentiss?
#70 Death book. Istg, if there are anymore books-
#71 Spooky train.
#72 More meat. “I don’t want my final thoughts to be racist.”
#73 Maxwell kidnapped child, brought to industrial complex. 5 seconds, chaos happened. “People’s Church of The Devine Host.” (Barista quit.)
#74 Insomniac girl meets Michael (pookie bear) ALSO, Jon is sus[picious] of Sasha? That’s new.
#75 Michael crew, again. Theme of falling endlessly…
#76 Melanie tours WW train. Jon is slowly learning that Sasha is different.
#77 “Not them” OMG, THAT’S WHY!! NEAT NOT!SASHA TO A PULP!
#78 OH. NO. OUR TABLE. “And now I see you.” Chills. (stop, cause I literally yelled)
#79 “Come out, come out wherever you are…” Jon crying, pleading in sorry for his coworkers broke me. Martin + Tim are stuck in Michael’s dimension [lucky]
#80 JURGEN IS ALIVE. JURGEN IS KILLED BY ELIAS. ENTITIES? (knew it) TIM + MARTIN BLAME JON. SOMETHING WITH AN EYE.
(side notes within the {} brackets, and more detailed notes of what I was referring to within [] brackets)
#the magnus archives#the magnus archive fanart#tma#the magnus institute#tma jon#jonathan sims#jon sims#martin blackwood#tma michael#tma season 2#tma martin#not!sasha#tim stoker#tma tim#tma spoilers#michael the distortion#notes#tma notes
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until my fears come to fruition, i'm not scared– tma
"'Once I even saw him take one of Hector’s femurs and, after twisting it into a corkscrew spiral-'" Sasha spoke evenly into the tape recorder, voice soft as if giving words to the statement was a divine act. She felt it reverberate through her, a warm shiver that ran from the soles of her feet to the tips of her fingers. It wrenched her eyes open and she drank the words in as quickly as her own cadence would allow. Cold fear settled unpleasantly in her stomach, but the deep rightness of it compelled her to continue.
Just as she came upon the climax of the account, reading growing more frantic with each word inching closer to the heart of the victim's terror, the door to her office swung open.
It crashed against the wall with reckless abandon– old and rusty hinges shrieking alongside a startled Sasha. Tim strode into the room, waving around a handful of loose papers and manila folders.
"I told you– I told you!" He raged as he paced in front of Sasha's desk. Each harsh clap of Tim's loafers against the scuffed hardwood floors of the Archives punctuated the pounding of Sasha's heart. She almost couldn't catch her breath in all of the commotion; the last remnants of her prior excitement trickled out of her thoughts, replaced by quickly fading adrenaline.
Sasha mustered up a weak glare, "Tim, what the hell are you on about? You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
Tim continued to pace, completely ignoring Sasha. He muttered furiously to himself, talking in circles.
"Look, Tim," Sasha sighed, "I really need to get back to work-"
He whirled around and slammed the stack of statements onto Sasha's desk. His eyes were wild and hard with anger, but flitting about the room nervously, as if expecting something to sneak up on them. She flinched– she had been doing that a lot recently, especially around the people she once called friends.
Tim released the papers, moving his hands to grip the edge of Sasha's desk. Sasha pounced immediately, flipping through them hungrily.
"Wait, are these-?"
"Statements you've already read? Some of them," He shot a look over his shoulder, "Most of them aren't. Most of them are statements I've never seen before. I-I found them hidden in Document Storage- surely so we wouldn't find them…" Tim trailed off, babbling to himself.
Sasha's attention was glued to the unfamiliar statements. Her gaze jumped from paragraph to paragraph– page to page– as she tried to discern if she had seen them around the Archives or not. Something about these statements in particular repulsed her, even the ones she knew she had read prior. It felt wrong, like Tim had disrupted something important by taking them.
"So… what?" Sasha asked distractedly, "You found this lot of statements in storage. Gertrude probably hid them away for some reason or another. You know how she was."
A hand suddenly blocked her reading again as Tim slapped it down in front of her. He leaned in, mouth caught in a snarl.
"No." He said darkly, vitriol boiling just under the surface.
"No…?" Her voice climbed a few octaves as a different kind of fear wracked her.
Tim's erratic behaviour in the past few weeks had been causing her considerable alarm, but being faced with his rampage upfront was a whole other beast. She didn't want to believe Tim or Martin would harm her, but discovering Gertrude's body had changed things. The last Archivist was murdered, her death successfully covered up by someone working in the Archives. It rattled Sasha, made her wonder day in and day out if that would be her last– made her obsessive and confrontational and paranoid. The only person who could keep her anchored to reality was Jon; he kept her sane, in a way. On top of being a trustworthy friend in a place where she had lost all feelings of safety, he was incredibly helpful with Gertrude's murder investigation. He always seemed to get the perfect evidence just when she needed it. Sasha needed Jon, and she was grateful for it.
"Someone in the Archives is hiding these statements. Hiding them from you and me and Martin- a-and probably Elias too, for that matter!" He lowered his voice, once again checking over his shoulder before speaking, "I'm sure this is all Jon's doing."
Sasha burst into laughter.
All at once, the tension in the room dissipated. Of course Sasha was not about to be shot in her office, going the way of her predecessor; Tim was on another one of his 'Jon is evil' tirades. Tim sat back on heels and crossed his arms protectively over his chest. The faint blush creeping over his stony face prompted another round of giggles from Sasha.
"Sorry, sorry! It's just- Tim, please," She all but rolled her eyes, "I promise Jon did not squirrel away random statements for nefarious purposes."
He started pointing desperately at the papers again, "Look at them Sash- really look at them and-"
"Tim, I am looking at them. All I see is unrelated statements." Her hand moved of his own accord, settling on top of Tim's. She smiled, "You're getting worked up over nothing."
He looked disgusted for a moment, and then confused.
And then angry.
"You're not listening!" He shouted, before shooting a frightened look over his shoulder and lowering his voice to a growl, "If you just read them, you would see how they connect to Jon-"
"Spit it out already!" Sasha snapped. Her own frustration was bubbling up and the longer Tim beat around the bush, the more irritated she grew.
Tim dropped himself bodily into the chair in front of her desk– the one reserved for statement givers who thought the couch made it feel more like therapy than academia. He slid one of the folders towards himself, plucking the statement from within and holding it up.
"Read this one," he urged, "All of the writing in this file was done by Jon, but it's not anything coherent. Just the statement and pages of nonsense. I've never seen it before because it's been misfiled since Jon started working here."
"How do you know it's Jon's and you're not just using him as a scapegoat? You all started work on the same day." She asked cuttingly. She felt quite mean talking to Tim like this, but these baseless accusations against Jon were getting under her skin. She was just protecting a friend.
"Look at the handwriting- it's got to be Jon's." Tim handed over the open file and sure enough: Jon's characteristic cramped cursive littered each page.
As she flipped through the pages and pages of indecipherable 'research', she came upon the original statement: 'Statement of Darren Harlow, #0101811'. It looked relatively new; maybe a few years old, taken by Gertrude but untouched until Jon picked it up. Curiously, some parts of the statement were obscured– words, sentences, even entire paragraphs scratched out in pen. Otherwise, the statement appeared unharmed.
The visual of a marked-up statement made Sasha itch behind the eyes.
"'Annabelle Cane'? So, what, she turns into a spider monster by the end or something? Seems as normal as a statement can be."
Tim shook his head, "They're all like that, though! All about spiders and webs and- and puppets, for whatever reason. All follow-up done by or re-opened by Jon."
Tim snatched another piece of evidence from the pile, "A-and look at this one! I could have sworn you recorded this one right before Martin's run-in with Prentiss, but apparently it's been unfiled since Jon decided to 'continue Martin's research'," he mimed exaggerated quotation marks, "While he was absent."
Sasha remembered this one; statement #0150409, from the man who believed he was haunted by an immortal spider. She still regretted how hard she pushed Martin into proper follow-up on that one. In some ways, she felt like she had handed him over to Jane Prentiss on a silver platter.
However, she knew she could put Tim's skepticism to rest, now that she had a statement that was already on tape. Sasha pulled open the bottom drawer of her desk, where she kept all of her tapes. They were in neat stacks of six, ordered by date recorded. She shuffled through them, passing over the exact date where Carlos Vittery's statement should be. Real panic gripped her when she came up empty handed.
With more urgency, she dug out the entire stack it was supposed to be in and tossed it haphazardly onto her desk. The itch behind her eyes spread like a wildfire, filling her brain with an inescapable, searing buzz. She needed to find that statement– it was hers and the possibility of it being missing or- or stolen was inordinately wrong.
She pawed through the scattered tapes frantically.
"It's not here," she said faintly, turning back to her drawer to dig through the tapes with reckless abandon, "Tim it's not- it's not here. Why isn't it here?"
"I didn't see any tapes with the lost files, but-" Tim started tentatively, his own rage fizzling out as Sasha visibly spiralled. She stood abruptly, sending her chair careening behind her. It crashed into the bookshelf on the wall, dislodging a few books that fell to the floor with dull thumps.
Sasha marched around her desk. She pulled Tim out of his seat and pushed him out of her office.
"They were right here, I swear."
Tim had led her to the back of Document Storage. She had been trying to tame this room since day one in the Archives; so far, she had managed to record a considerable number of statements, but it had barely made a dent. There were still stacks of statements littering the floor and filing cabinets overflowing with manila folders.
Tim had pulled out one of the drawers of a filing cabinet and pointed out the space behind it. She had to admit, she's not surprised Tim found it so easily. It was a horribly obvious place to hide something.
"I don't see the tape…" She mused. Calmness settled over her like a blanket, pinning her down underneath it.
When Tim had steered her toward Document Storage, the panic fuelling her started to lose steam. Despite everything that happened between them recently, Sasha loved Tim– he was one of her closest friends. But, ever since Jon joined the Archives, she had to admit he had become a bit… irrational. After Prentiss, his disdain for Jon reared it ugly head and, subsequently, so did the theories and the arguments and the paranoia. Looking at it from a calmer perspective, it was easy to see how Tim was just jumping to conclusions, like usual.
Document storage was a mess; a room where every nook and cranny had a statement shoved in somewhere. Sasha often found herself getting turned around in there. It was impossible to find anything in the nonsensical filing system as statements were, more often than not, incorrectly filed. She couldn't exactly blame Jon for just sticking all of his work behind a drawer and calling it a day.
Of course, that wouldn't explain the missing tape, but what reason did Sasha have for thinking Jon was the culprit? Maybe she had just misplaced it, even though she was impeccably organised. That pressing calmness was now almost crushing.
She must have misplaced it.
"Sasha…?"
Sasha squeezed out a chuckle. What a strangely humorous situation. How could she have gotten so wrapped up in this? Obviously Jon wasn't working against them just because he chooses to research spider-related statements. That's ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.
"Sasha, are you okay? You're acting a bit… weird."
Sasha felt a bit weird, but that was okay. She was so calm that she couldn't mind if she tried. The familiar force tugging at her thoughts was so helpful, so kind. It knew what was best for Sasha and wanted Sasha to know as well.
Wordlessly, she wandered back to her office, still chuckling under her breath.
When she pushed open the door, feeling a bit unsteady on her feet, she was greeted by the sight of Jon. Her desk was empty, cleared of statements and tapes. Something ugly squirmed around in her stomach, but that gut reaction was unreasonable. How utterly ridiculous she was being.
"Hello, Sasha. I was just coming to talk to you when I spotted my research work on your desk. Mind if I take it back? I believe there was some follow-up I hadn't quite finished up." He said innocently.
The ugly thing in her stomach was trying to crawl up her throat and out of her mouth. She wanted to scream at Jon– tell him no, tell him to leave, to stop doing whatever he was doing to all of them.
But Jon smiled that kind smile– the one that crinkled his eyes and thinned his lips and seemed to draw all attention to it– and numbness settled over her again.
Tim whipped you into quite the accusation, a voice in her head scolded. And of Jon of all people? That's ridiculous. That's absurd. How could that ever be possible?
The corners of her lips moved of their accord, manipulated into returning Jon's smile.
"Of course. Go right ahead Jon."
"Why, thank you, Sasha."
Jon shut the door softly behind him as he left. Sasha crumbled to the floor, her strings cut.
I'm going to find a way to tear your web apart, Jonathan Sims.
#i loooooove archivist sasha. shes like if jon was smarter but just as mentally ill#also i love s2 tim bc he was so ready to fuck jon up at any moment. im obsessed with how much he really hated his ass#tma#the magnus archives#my fic#sasha james#timothy stoker#jonathan sims#archivist sasha#web avatar jon#tw manipulation#tw gaslighting#a little#just in some of the wording#title from dr sunshine is dead by will wood#edited to fix spelling + grammar
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I need to do a top 10 jonelias moments for real but honestly #1 is all of mag92 like all of it is just too good. the way that the two of them push and pull during the course of the episode…jon and elias are the two people with the most information/power in the initial confrontation, everyone else is just getting up to speed about leitner’s murder and sasha’s death but jon really does think he has something to leverage over elias in that moment before it’s maneuvered away from him…but at the same time he actually also does have the power of compulsion ! it’s not enough yet but it should be starting to scare elias a little bit!
and of course [pleasured exhalation] is just so iconic I feel like it would’ve deserved the single #1 moment alone if it wasn’t followed up by their private conversation after the thing with daisy. like. whew. elias really does just say ok everyone! if you’ll all give me and jon a moment alone im sure we have some things to discuss (actual quote) tee hee everyone get out. AND EVERYONE DOES ?! LIKE it’s honestly kind of funny that after all that they just leave him alone with elias again like not even martin is like umm no let’s go jon don’t listen to this crazy guy. hilarious. like guys did you know that after you left they had an incredibly intense conversation about the monster that jon was becoming and the nature of their twisted humanity (and then elias wrote jon a nice little return to work form kissed him on his cheek and sent him on his way)? and the PRAISE the MANIPULATION the GOADING?? jon BEGGING elias to tell him what to do??? “what are you” “I…the archivist” <-???? CRAZY!! “Am I…elias am I still human?” (vulnerable) “Jon, what does human even mean?” (in control) <- !!!! INSANE??
#you can tell when I lost control of this post and just started liveblogging the ep#also everyone else in that ep was good and at their wits’ end#I just love the collective groans and sighs after anyone does anything but mostly after when Elias is being smug
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TMA Fat Ass Rating
Crack post about the fatness of TMA character's asses.
Jon: -10/10 Flattest ass in the show. You know when people sit on a couch for too long and it leaves a mark? Jon's ass irons that shit out
Martin: 10/10 SUPER fat ass. Half because fat dudes all deserve the fattest asses but also because his bitchiness could only be achieved with a fat ass.
Tim: 9/10 Second only to Martin. Once again it's the bitchiness, but also because hot boys deserve fat asses.
Sasha: 9/10 She and Tim are fat-assed besties. She stole all the ass from every other eye avatar and hoards it in that dump truck. Also sexy transgender woman's swagger deserves a dummy thick ass.
Not!Sasha: 0/10 Obviously flat as fuck. It cannot compare to Sasha who lives in mourning every day for that.
Elias and Jonah: 1/10 Both have chronic flat ass bitch disease </3 Jonah was the world's first and only flat-assed twink back in his time. Elias' daddy issues flattened his out.
Daisy: 2/10: Her thighs and abs are to die for, but no matter what she does her cheeks remain chronically flat. She majorly loses points for being a POS cop, no matter how much I want to fall in love with her.
Basira: 5/10: Perfectly average cheeks. Not bitchy enough to have a fat ass but not smart enough for a flat ass. Her gayness and copness also even it out on both sides.
Georgie: 7/10 While she isn't ABSOLUTELY packing, she had enough to make up for whatever Jon has going on <3 When Melanie lost her sight, her only true loss was not getting an eyeful of Georgie's sights.
Melanie: 9/10: You know why. Slaughter avatars just got that fat ass vibes yanno? Also, Jon help, I keep trying to murder Elias but the clap of my dummy thick cheeks keeps alerting The Eye. :(
Peter Lukas: 6/10: Evil bear-type bod. But, I think he's just too calm and non-confrontational that his ass is average. Evens out to about a six. Sorta unrelated but Mordechai had the dumpiest in his time. It's what lured in Jonah, like an anglerfish.
Jude: 10/10: Evil butch lesbian absolutely has killer cheeks. Has women falling for her left right and centre. I also just think we truly deserve fat-assed Asian butch representation.
Agnes: 0/10: Idk I just can't imagine her being flatter than a board. If you touch her you get splinters and she kisses you better <3
Mike: 8/10: He's thick as fuck and is bitchily nice enough to work it. It's his hidden talent.
Simon: -3/10: You may be sightseeing with him, but he sure as hell ain't the sights. The reason he has 849042 sugar babies is to make up for the vast emptiness that behind.
Annabell: 13/10: Idk she just fucking deserves the fattest ass for how dirty she was done by the plot </3 Also that cocky otherworldliness swagger she has just screams ABSOLUTE world-sized dumpy.
Annd that's the tea.
#tma#the magnus archives#jonathan sims#martin blackwood#timothy stoker#sasha james#not!sasha#elias bouchard#jonah magnus#daisy tonner#basira hussain#georgie barker#melanie king#peter lukas#jude perry#agnes montague#mike crew#simon fairchild#annabell cane#that's all of them god fucking bless#tma spoilers#tw nsft joke#i'm going to regret this tomorrow <3
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Mag 79
Hey this is the episode with Martin's poetry! I thought that was Mag 39, and then I was confused when this didn't happen forty episodes ago.
Oh lol, Tim didn't leave because he wanted to bail and didn't give a shit that Jon was obviously lying, he bailed because he could tell Jon was obviously lying and knew him well enough to know that confronting him directly would be pointless.
Extremely sad over the fact that Tim knows Jon well enough to see through his bullshit and accurately predict when he's about to do something life-threateningly stupid. They used to be friends. :(
The difference between Martin and Tim's character arcs this season is distilled in the help him/stop him lines.
Tim's so far gone he's convinced Jon's going to land himself in jail.
Oh no :( His poetry was on there!
Oh look, Tim's aware of the Eye! He knew he couldn't quit, but now he's talking about feeling watched. And Martin's abandonment issues are rearing their ugly head.
Hahaha Not!Sasha has brilliant comedic timing.
Yeah :( Something terrible definitely didn't happen to Sasha :( She's fine :( Yeah.
Martin is so brave!
Oh no the Archivist is saying swears! He must be upset for some reason.
#a mag a day#mag 79#reeah reacts to tma#jonathan sims#martin blackwood#tim stoker#not!sasha#the stranger#jurgen lietner#michael fuckhands
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Jon but weird Owl God who tries to hoard knowledge and gets confronted by Sasha, Martin, and Tim that are monster hunters?
#tma#the magnus archives#shadowhaven#shadow0haven#art#jonathan sims#digital art#tma art#god jon au#god au#owl god au#hmm#monster jon#monster jon au
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Vast!Jon AU - Archivist!Sasha Snippet
AKA: That Moment When you want to scream at characters to get as far away as they can... but it's already too late.
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It’s Eye stuff. It’s got to be.
Sasha lies on the floor, nausea rising, vertigo leaving her unable to do much more than be a slug.
Well. And churn Jon’s words.
Do you know what Elias is?
A boring, letter-of-the-law manager?
Except she suddenly knows he is not.
What this place is?
It’s an archive. It’s an intellectual curiosity, knowledge tucked behind glass and incorruptible.
Except she suddenly knows it is not.
If only her head would stop spinning.
If only she could stop feeling like she was falling off a cliff.
If only she -
“Sasha?”
Elias.
“I’m here.” She lies still, eyes closed, digging the heels of her hands into her forehead.
“My, my, he did hit you hard, didn’t he? It was an accident, at least. Sasha, I am going to touch you.”
“Excuse you?” she says, because he’d fucking better not mean what that sounded like.
“To free you from the grip of what has made you dizzy. It will not be inappropriate.”
Sasha laughs. “So appropriate that you have to tell me it’s going to be appropriate? What, I couldn’t figure that out for myself?”
“Lie still.” And he touches her forehead.
There is a snap, a flash of light behind her eyelids, and the vertigo abruptly stops.
Sasha makes a low, breathy sound.
“Take your time,” says Elias, who is not at all what she’d thought, and she grows afraid.
She tries to think. There’s nothing remotely like a weapon in here. Maybe if she got into Artefact Storage, but the things in there would be just as likely to eat her as they would him.
“Relax, Sasha. I am not your enemy. We’re on the same side.”
“What side? There are sides?” She risks opening her eyes, and finds the room has stopped whirling. Carefully, she sits up. Her stomach is still unhappy,
“This is not how I would have preferred to introduce you,” says Elias, who is seated where Jon had been, out of reach, non-confrontational. “You needed more time to acclimate, but our young Mister Sims accidentally accelerated the timeline.”
Sasha thinks maybe she knows now why Gertrude was always so secretly crunchy. “Forgive me, Elias, but what the actual hell are you talking about?”
Elias smiles.
It is a terrible smile.
It is knowing, and smug, and absolutely eager, as if whatever is happening now is satisfying some deeply creepy need. “It’s very simple, Sasha: Do you want to know?”
And it’s not even a fully fleshed-out sentence, and it’s not even a question that should make sense, but it resonates in her, rings her heart like sympathetic tuning forks, gongs through her skull as if he’d hit her brain like a bell.
She needs to know.
She needs it badly.
She needs it with a hunger she’s never known in her entire life, and it eclipses everything else in this moment.
Vaguely, she’s aware of staring back at him, not breathing, so caught in those five, simple words that she’s lost the thread of herself. “Yes.”
“Perfect. Come join me at the table. We have a lot to discuss.”
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“Fuck that guy,” Martin says the moment they’re outside, taking out his phone. “I’m so mad I’m getting us a rideshare. And we are going someplace ridiculous, and having substandard ice cream, and maybe some booze. Right?”
“I have to go back in,” whispers Jon.
“Nuh-uh. Simon Fairchild has to know some other guy to teach you how to be a proper monster, because that one is full of bats.”
"I hurt her," Jon whispers.
Martin stops. Grips Jon’s shoulders. "What?"
And Jon won’t meet his eyes.
“Jon?” says Martin, soft.
“I hurt her.” He’s trembling, and his lashes are wet. “Completely by accident, I hurt her. I… I hit her with the Vast, somehow, and I don’t even know how I did it. I have to go back. I have learn how not to do this, so I never do it again.”
Martin stares at him. His phone buzzes. He ignores it. “Jon… should… should we go help her?”
“She asked me to leave. Twice.”
Ouch. “I know you’d never hurt anyone on purpose.”
“I have to go back.”
Martin’s phone buzzes again. He resists the urge to lob it across the street like a grenade. “Jon. It’s been a crazy few days. Apparently, there are fear gods. We’re going home.”
“Martin, if I hurt you - ”
“You won’t. Jon, you’ve been kipping with me for three days. If you were going to hurt me, it already would have happened.”
Jon glances up at his face and away again, but that was long enough.
Martin gasps. “Jon… your eyes.”
“Don’t look!” Jon tries to pull away.
Martin pulls him in instead, both arms around him, and holds. Jon practically goes limp, face to Martin’s shoulder, and trembles.
Martin cannot process what he just saw.
Jon’s eyes.
They were galaxies.
Looking into them was looking at those fancy NASA photos, shrunk to a thumbnail size.
Martin was absolutely sure for one irrational second that he could fall into Jon’s eyes and be lost in space forever.
Then he shakes it off, because that is ridiculous, and this is stupid. “Come on. Copious amounts of sugar. No arguments.”
“I don’t think I can. I think… I probably need to be alone. Away from you, especially. I can’t… risk doing this to you. I can’t.”
“You won’t.”
“At least give me a couple of days to be sure I won’t just start… hurling people into the air off the street, or something.” Jon risks a glance again (stunning, stellar, impossible), then gently puts his hand to Martin’s cheek. “I’m not going to do anything stupid. But I… if something happened to you because of me, I don’t…”
Martin’s thoughts have derailed thanks to that hand. Jon’s never done that before.
After a moment, he puts his hand over Jon’s. “You promise you’re not doing something stupid.”
“I promise.”
“Okay.” He wants to kiss Jon’s hand. “Okay.” He wants to kiss Jon’s lips. “Okay.” He wants…
Jon gives him a tight, desperate hug, face to his neck, breath warm and fluttering, and then he’s hurrying away down the street, head down and hands in his pockets, visibly trying not to look at anyone who might cross his path.
Martin stands there, feeling bereft.
Should he run after him?
Maybe?
No?
Jon had the right to ask to be alone, and they had been together for the last three days unceasingly.
Should he check on Sasha?
Maybe?
Probably?
There wasn't an ambulance coming, or anything, so she was hopefully okay?
This was fine.
Sure.
Completely within reason and all very healthy.
Martin’s phone buzzes a third time.
In a daze, he takes it out.
The first text is an enormous privacy invasion, because he had not given Peter Lukas his number. Had a chance to look at that link yet?
Ugh! He deletes it.
The second text is automated, and expected, reminding him the monthly bill for his mother’s care is due.
But the third text.
The third comes from his shift manager.
Martin, it’s Nicole. Antoine lost it and burned down the kitchen, ranting about “desolation” and “lightless flame” and I don’t know what else. We all got out, and we’re not hurt, but Antoine is dead and the restaurant is ruined. Sorry, Martin, I know you needed the money, but Poisson is closed until further notice. Take care of yourself.
Martin stares.
He pulls up the news, and there it is: wild photos of the blaze, black smoke licking the sky, people gaping from across the street, firefighters in full gear and blasting the building with hoses.
He stares.
It’s just… one too many weird things in a week of weird things, and Martin sits down right where he is on the curb.
Right, he thinks, because he was barely making ends meet even with that job.
Right, he thinks, and tells himself it’s absurd to assume the Lukas thing had anything to do with the fire.
Right, he thinks, because the bill for his mother’s care is due, and without the next paycheck, he won’t be able to make it.
For one moment, he drowns.
In a daze, he texts Sasha to ask if she's okay.
Then he scowls. “Oh, fuck it,” he says, and fishes Lukas’ card out of his wallet.
The link still works.
“Fuck it,” he says again, feeling reckless, telling himself asking about an opportunity is not tying him down to anything, and it’s at least worth his time to see if they’re serious.
Coincidences happen.
They do.
"Fuck it," he says one more time, and calls the number.
He just wishes he could lose the stupid, obviously wrong feeling that a net was closing around them all.
#vast!jon#archivist!sasha#tma au#tma#tma fic#fic in progress#wip#amwriting#martin blackwood#peter lukas#elias bouchard
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Paranoia
540 words, General
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There are so many emotions the human body is capable of feeling. So many feelings, positive and negative and a whole gradient in between. An array of different words to choose from to help others understand the intricacies of what one is feeling so expressions of empathy can occur.
The main thing Jonathan Sims is experiencing, though, doesn’t need a fancy name or a word full of subtle meanings to explain. He can sum it all up by saying he feels immensely unsafe in his life.
This level of paranoia is new to him but he is, thankfully, a rather quick learner. Even the general unease that at any point in time he could find himself confronted with something akin to a worm monster or, even worse, someone he knows pointing a gun at him, is new. He’s felt unsafe in the past before, sure: when he watched a childhood bully disappear through a door, spindly legs surrounding him as he was swallowed by darkness; when he witnessed a mugging in London; a few times when holding what he suspects were more books from that cursed library. But never this much, and never has it pervaded every aspect of his life.
Work bears the brunt of it, of course. This is where he was attacked and the remains of his predecessor were found in secret tunnels underneath the institute. Even that would be manageable, he thinks, if not for the fact that he knows deep in his bones that he can’t trust anyone. Not Elias, not Martin, not even Tim or Sasha, two people he would have, at one point, said he trusted more than anyone else in his life.
That’s what gets him the most. He has no one to lean on in his hour of need, not a single damn soul he can talk to or bounce ideas off of or, god forbid, complain to. Martin’s lying to him about something, Tim’s reasons for working here are unclear, and Sasha is…
Sasha is… Well. He’s not sure what she is, but he’s suspicious of her, too.
They talk about him when he’s not around to hear it. He’s sure of this fact, even if he hasn’t caught them yet. No doubt planning how to kill him or usurp his office or get him fired or whatever other bloody nonsense they come up with. Of course they do, that’s all they’re good for.
This could be the paranoia talking, naturally, but he ignores that whisper in the back of his mind. It’s more logical and certainly safer for him to suspect their motives. His chances of survival are higher if he doesn’t place his trust in the wrong hands.
Also there’s a significantly less chance of him being hurt emotionally if he doesn’t let himself believe they care for him, or that they’re his friends. For as unfeeling as he may pretend to be, Jon certainly does possess the bane of emotions and they deign it proper to be hurt quite often. He can’t afford that, not right now.
So he watches and waits. He doesn’t engage more than he has to, suspicious of every movement and murmur.
What else is there for him to do, after all?
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So uh I have some ha ha fun tma head cannons. Specifically about Martin. So uh. Here’s a list/explanation
Martin curls his hair up until his mother’s death. She had always fussed about his hair looking ‘flat and sad’ and would either keep his hair cropped short as a child and make him wear hats. When he was old enough to do what he wanted with his hair, he found that when he curled it his mother was in a slightly less terrible mood. So he went from his teenaged years until her death curling his hair. When she died, he woke up the next day to go about his regular routine. As he went to curl his hair, he kind of just broke down and decided it wasn’t necessary anymore. He let his hair grow into his eyes through the course of working for Peter. (Does this spawn from me liking fluffy haired Martin but hating drawing it? Maybe. Shut up)
When first working in the archives, Martin knew Jon was not fond of him. So when he first started bringing Jon tea, he would switch what kind of biscuits he would bring Jon with his tea until he found some that Jon actually liked. It was a way to get to know Jon better without having to confront Jon directly. (since season one Jon is such a prick) Tim obviously found out about this pretty quickly and teased Martin about it for a little while, saying things like “kissing up to the boss man”. He stops whenever he learns that Martin genuinely has a crush on Jon.
Tim is actually a light weight despite claiming to handle his drinks well. Anytime he, Sasha and Martin would go out after work for drinks, Tim would end up being carried out by one of his two coworkers. (Usually Sasha)
That’s all for now! I have a lot more but I’m tired of typing.
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