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thatforgottenbasilisk · 4 months

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Jonathan Sims Is Dead In The End

Chapter 1: Prologue (AO3)

Summary:

Sasha James does not give up. She does not stop. Even when things seem hopeless, even when she is entirely alone in this apocalyptic wasteland of her own making, she does not lie down and take it. So when an opportunity presents itself to fix everything, take her all the way back to when she first got this promotion? She takes it by the throat and fucking throttles it.

Sasha doesn't know how long she's been walking. She's been alone here for as long as this world was reformed in Jonah Magnus' perfect image, all because she decided to read that one Statement-

She can't think about that right now. There's no point to it except to work herself up, and there's no one to calm her down anymore, no one to stand by her side and vent to, at the very least.

God, she misses Tim. She misses Martin. She misses Melanie and Georgie. She even misses Jon, for how little the real him was left by time he'd transferred to the Archives.

How many deaths could she have prevented? If she'd said the right thing here, stopped or even hesitated there, held off on bending to Elias' fucking whining about audio recording for the Archives- how much of this wouldn't have happened?

Sasha is only walking because of a pipe dream. She knows that this world probably can't go back to normal, not when it's been reformed like this, not when the fears have their tetherhooks so deeply inside. It won't let go, not now, not ever. The only hope is to beat it out, sever the connection, but she doesn't know if that could work. An Eye cannot look inside itself, and an Eye cannot See how it will fall.

But still she marches on. Hoping against hope that killing Jonah Magnus could do something to hurt the connection, enough to generate a moment of weakness, a chance to beat it out of her world, beat the fear back to the edges of reality where it belongs.

If there is still even the tiniest spark of hope left in a world like this, she will chase it. That's the way that she is, the way that she always has been, always will be. Sasha James does not give up. Sasha James does not give in. Sometimes she has to repeat this to herself like a mantra, but it holds true. She keeps going.

Through the fog, through the flames, through the rot and disease, through the dolls, through the blood, she keeps going at a steady pace. She walks and talks, making Statements into the ever-present tape recorder because that's the only company that she has anymore, pressing on because if she stops, she doesn't know if she can start again.

She Knows that she can. She Knows that she would, eventually, the only question is if her heart would still be in it, or if her movement would be dictated solely by the Beholding. She doesn't want to find out, so she won't.

She doesn't know how long she's walking when she comes across a familiar door. She kind of wants to open it, see what Helen wants from her. Helen now and Michael before- both of them were always pleasant, even if only to her.

But she doesn't need to touch the handle or even knock for the door to swing open on its own. Has she ever, really, or has it always opened itself to her? Instinctively, she tries to remember, go back over every interaction with a fine-toothed comb, anything to make this train of thought last as long as it can because it doesn't hurt as much as everything else, and anything that doesn't hurt has to be savored for as long as you can taste it- but she can't do that right now. The door is opening. She has to pay attention to what crawls out.

It is Helen, of course. Michael is still dead. The end of the world does not return anyone or anything to the land of the living, no matter what the new definition of "living" is.

"Hello again, Archivist! Isn't it a wonder to catch you here?"

Its grin is widening impossibly across its face, curling up and around its cheeks and very nearly cutting into its ears. Its fingers are still as sharp as shattered glass. It stares at her with impossible eyes, and she does not know where the real question lies in the greeting.

It is a strangely giddy feeling, that of not knowing something. Or Knowing it. Sasha never thought that she could miss it, but here she is.

"Maybe it is, but I think that it's not. What's your game today, Helen?"

She keeps the circular nature of the conversation going, fucking sue her. She hasn't gotten to chat with anyone or anything vaguely coherent in so long, not to mention something that at least pretends to be on friendly terms. Maybe Helen's dangerous, maybe it isn't, but she can't quite bring herself to care right now. She's catching up with an old friend. She's ignoring reality for just a moment, not even a fraction of a second in the grand scheme of things, and she is letting herself entertain and be entertained by one of the only things left that isn't horrifying right on the very surface.

"Wouldn't you like to know? Don't worry your pretty little head about it, you'll find out soon enough. In the meantime, I've got a question for you, Archivist. I know you're not used to being the one interrogated, so I'll try and be painless, alright?"

Sasha nods her consent. She wants to find out where this is going, learn it, not Know it. She has a feeling that it will lead somewhere interesting; the Spiral always ends in the most fascinating of places.

"Just how much of me do you See?"

Sasha opens her mouth to respond, takes a sharp breath, and then realizes that she has to think on the answer. At a glance, not much, Helen is as impervious to her Sight as Michael always was, but as she thinks on it, as she Looks, the pathways become clearer and clearer. Still, she cannot Know everything, and while she suspects that she could come close to that upon entry into Helen's Domain, that would also be... rude. To Know the Unknowable. To distinguish Truth and Lies in the Twisting Deceit.

Vaguely, she notices Helen's face has become twisted in a sort of discomfort, but as she mentally backs away from the hallways, the face morphs into that of contentment. It still looks rather violated, but there's an aura of victory in that expression. Has Helen felt the answer just as Sasha was finding it?

"I understand. I know that you don't like it here alone, Archivist, and quite frankly I feel that the world like this is going to become rather boring rather quickly. So I think that it would be in both of our best interests if you closed your Eyes and trusted me."

Sasha doesn't fucking trust that. She might have been dumb enough to start the apocalypse, but she still has enough self-preservation to keep herself from getting killed, no matter how friendly Helen is. It is still very much the human form of untrustworthiness.

"Oh, don't give me that look, and don't say anything, either. I can read your face plain as day. How about I tell you a little truth, hm? Satisfy your curiosity, just a tad. Time does not move only forwards. With as much power as I have now, I can move you to any time I please."

Sasha can taste the Truth in the air. She can see the pain on Helen's face as it spits the words like poison, and she knows that it is true. She sees the offer as what it is.

Helen has not betrayed her like this before. It has no reason to do so now, not when she could very easily kill it if she finds out about any attempt at deception for malicious ends. The only other option for fixing this mess is going where Beholding wants her to go, and Beholding doesn't want its newfound power to be usurped. A pipe dream or a possible trap, those are her only options. She knows where she is going in a heartbeat. It's not even a real choice.

Sasha closes her eyes, and steps inside the door.

#tma #tma fic #my writing #jonathan sims is dead in the end #jonathan sims is dead in the end fic

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neo--queen--serenity · 1 year

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It’s heartbreaking how many times in season 3 Jon casually mentions how he is looking for ways to prove that Gerard Keay faked his death in 2014. It’s so clear that he’s become attached to this chaotic good hot goth vigilante who burns Leitners and helps people touched by the Fears because it’s the right thing to do.

It almost looks like Jon addresses the reality of Gerry’s death less and less (not quite denial, but close) the more he learns about Gerard, and all the good he’s done. It hurts him to face the fact that this ally is gone forever. And when he finally meets him via the Catalogue of the Trapped Dead, he agrees to burn Gerry’s page, despite it being the one, real loophole to Keay’s death that he’s been looking for all along. He’s finally found proof that Gerry’s death wasn’t permanent, but because he chooses to do right by him, he respects Gerry’s decision to finalize his passing.

#the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #gerard keay #gerry keay #mag 111 #family business #catalogue of the trapped dead #mag 117 #testament #tma season three #tma season 3 #the end #the eye #jongerry #neo queen serenity’s posts #tma spoilers #tma meta

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f0rtunes-fool · 8 months

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Gotta love them autism coded characters, one of my favourite genres fr

(I would have added more but I hit 30 tags lol)

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niroke · 1 year

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New meme template just dropped

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trousle-ink · 5 months

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I just realized that the majority of the magnus archives fandom has headcannons where jon looks like bruno from enchanto

And i am so here for it

#why did typing this give me very breif dejavu #anyway was doom scrolling and got one of those dumb bot account reposting entire movies and saw brunos little grey hairs in the light #and i was like WAIT A SECOND #also im like dead in the middle of season 4 i think so no ending spoilers even though i probably know them already #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #rusty quill #Jonathan sims magnus archives #jon magnus archives

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themagnustournament · 1 year

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Round Two Part Six - Match 49

Statement of Hazel Rutter, regarding a fire in her childhood home. Wait a minute, how did that get there? Hello voters, apologies for the deception. We actually have the Season 4 finale here, The Eye Opens! Could Jon ending the world beat out Book of the Dead, which comes with 141 votes?

MAG 160 - The Eye Opens | Spotify - Acast - YT | Wiki | Transcript

Vigilo, Audio, Supervenio

MAG 070 - Book of the Dead | Spotify - Acast - YT | Wiki | Transcript

Statement of Masato Murray, regarding an unusual inheritance and the causes thereof.

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cottoncandysprite · 2 years

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Subjecting you all to my two polar opposite spooky brainrots one cooldown sketch at a time

#anyway deadend good #the magnus archives #tma #jmart #jonmartin #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #dead end paranormal park #art

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buildoblivionthenwewilltalk · 2 years

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unstoppable force (rabid hunger for tma content) meets immovable object (15 seasons of s*pernatural)

#supernatural is my eternal ‘reminder show’#the known dead horse abuser #14 year old me never wanted the show to end #so one finger went down on the monkeys paw and I have never known peace since #but also I do trust Jonny to know this and have something interesting to say #i shall remain hopeful but armed #tma #the Magnus archives #Jonathan sims #Martin blackwood #rusty quill #spn

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we-never-stop-fighting-kb · 5 hours

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On the subject of my most recent panic attack...

I made the mistake of telling my siblings that I was absolutely terrified of Mr. Bonzo, so, naturally, while we were driving and I could not escape, they locked the doors, and played the Bonzo theme.

12 times.

Increasing the volume each time.

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I haven't hyperventilated like that since I got hit by a motorbike.

#ah #the joy of siblings #tmagp #mr bonzo #that...thing #better be dead or the equivalent by the end of s3 of tmagp #alexander j newall #jonathan sims #sam jones #you absolutely terrify me #thank you #and also i'm going to go lie down for a mo'#Youtube

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its-your-mind · 2 years

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The tma statements feel like someone is trying to piece together what happened in a tpk ttrpg via just the notes from the different players, all of whom were incredibly inconsistent in their note taking, and also the notes have been thrown haphazardly into a pile and shuffled around with a bunch of discarded and unused scraps of notes from the DM’s plans

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #tma is a dude trying to understand the narrative of a story that already happened!#so much of the cool shit happened before jon even read his first statement!#p much every recurring character is already dead!#tpk stands for total party kill ie every player character died so the adventure ended #ttrpg stands for table top role playing game (think dnd(

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thatforgottenbasilisk · 4 months

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Jonathan Sims Is Dead In The End

Chapter 2: Neisser and Harsch (1992) (AO3)

chapter summary:

Just after the Challenger Shuttle mission failed in 1986, the news spread across the US, and many found it to be such a tragic event that they vividly recalled where they were when they found out about it years later.

This phenomenon is called a flashbulb memory, which is a type of memory that is highly vivid, and is created during times of extreme emotion. Two psychologists, Neisser and Harsch, decided to test the reliability of these memories, using the recent Challenger Shuttle mission failure as an example of a flashbulb memory in their participants. The day after the mission, the experiment had been proposed and approved, and participants were brought in and asked a series of questions, in addition to being asked to write down a summary of where they were when they first heard the news.

Two years later, they brought the participants back to answer the same questions, and again give a summary on where they were when they first heard the news.

Most people had very high confidence in the accuracy of their answers; however, very few responses actually matched up between the 1986 interview and the 1988 interview. Many participants didn't even remember being given an interview in 1986 at all.

Sasha is walking down the hallway with her eyes closed. She Knows that Helen is walking in front of her, but she's making a concentrated effort in not Looking at anything else. That would hurt Helen. That could fuck everything up.

So instead, she's thinking about everyone that she needs to save.

Will she be able to look Jon or Martin in the eyes again, or will their future selves override her memory of them? Will she be able to hear Jon's voice without flinching, will she be able to accept anything from Martin without looking for callouses that shouldn't be there?

She misses them, but she doesn't know if she'll be able to stand seeing them again. Untainted. Still- marginally- human.

Can she even save Jon? Can she do anything for him but tell him to run?

And what about Martin? Was he human at all, or was he in its grasp even before they met?

Tim, she knows, is fully human. He remained that way through to the very end. Even if he'd done some inhuman things... he'd remained unaligned. Is that the line? Is that the difference between good and evil, now? It wasn't like that in the apocalypse, is it- was it ever like that in true reality, or is it all just people trying to survive? Some people are just willing to hurt more people than others, but that still doesn't make them monsters. Tim was a prime example of that.

And the other side of that coin. Jon was a monster who never hurt anyone, and yet he still got screwed over in a way so much worse than death. At least he has the mercy of not being Jon anymore, of not having any blood on his hands at all. Sasha can't say the same.

None of that even mentions everyone who hadn't shown up yet when she was first promoted. That begs the question, actually- when is she going? Is she going to be there in the time before Melanie died? Before Martin changed, or else revealed himself, or- whatever he did. Would she be there before the Unknowing? Before Jane Prentiss, maybe- but that feels like too much to hope for. Even in her head, that feels like a pipe dream.

She is stopped, suddenly, by a sharpened hand upon her shoulder, gripping tightly enough to warn. To be a threat, if necessary. Sasha doesn't need the reminder that Helen is dangerous. She also doesn't need the reminder that she needs to be threatened- the temptation to open her eyes has been awful, the need to Know and Understand has been driving her wild in the back of her mind. But she doesn't, or at least, she does her best to ignore her surroundings.

"Your stop! For the record, Archivist... it was nice knowing you."

Sasha knows that that was a lie. Still, she returns the words- "It was nice to know you too, Helen." Then she walks forward, out of the door that has just opened in front of her.

She doesn't open her eyes, no, she doesn't get the chance before she's assaulted by an intense sense of vertigo. She doesn't know which way is up, which way is down, she thinks she's fallen to the floor, or- no, she's on a bed? At least, this feels like a mattress, and a comforter, and is that sunlight that's hitting her eyelids or the fluorescent lighting of the breakroom that became more familiar to her than her own home?

Only one way to find out, really. Sasha opens her eyes to see her old bedsheets tangled around her, like she'd tossed and turned like everything that she had seen, experienced, lived and died through- like all of it was some nightmare. She's drenched in sweat, her heart is pounding, and she's got a little bit of a headache, but that's alright, because outside, there is no giant eye staring down at everything. There is only the sun, and the sky, and the constant cloud cover that couldn't possibly do anything to dampen her spirits. Not now, not after getting what she always wanted- a chance to fix things.

She doesn't think that she'll fix things very well when she's dripping with sweat, though, so she makes her way out of her bed and over to the shower. Before she gets to the bathroom, however, she decides to check her phone and see what kind of a timeframe she's working with. Maybe, if she's lucky, she'll be somewhere just before the Unknowing. She won't get her hopes up, though, and if Peter Lukas is the Head of the Institute it'll still be somewhat alright. She picks up her phone, and checks the date.

Sunday, March 20, 2016.

Sasha nearly drops the phone in shock. The day before her first day as the Archivist! This- this is better than anything she could have possibly anticipated. She can save everyone, at least, everyone who isn't Jon or one of his friends. She spares a quick thought to mourn them before she meets them again, mourn them before they die-and-live-but-not all over again, before refocusing on everyone that she can save.

Everything starts with Prentiss, she decides as she gets in the shower. She takes more than a moment, then, for her thoughts to derail as she finally sees her newly scarless skin, the way that she's got full dexterity in her hand again, the way that she doesn't feel a pulling at her throat if she turns her head just the wrong way. She'd forgotten how much she missed this.

Everything starts with Prentiss, so should she do everything that she can to prevent the attack in the first place? No, she dismisses that idea out of hand, because it would make Jonah suspicious, and besides, something else would just come in her place. She can't have that, she can't risk a casualty when there were none the first time around.

She just has to keep Jon from encountering the Not-Them again, but it's not like she can arrange it so that it won't kill whoever's sent in his place- the only reason that Jon didn't die then was because he was going to die later. Her best bet is keeping everyone from Artifact Storage, and if that doesn't work, then she's willing to take her chances with it.

That still doesn't cover what's going to be done about Gertrude's body, and the ensuing paranoia that had taken the entirety of the Archives hostage. Had that been because of her, though, or would everyone be alright if she just reassured them that she hadn't murdered her predecessor? She can find out later, and really, most of her later moves would be dependent on who does or does not encounter the Not-Them during Prentiss' attack.

So Sasha takes a breath, and decides to enjoy the first shower that she's gotten to have since the start of the apocalypse. By time she's done, steam has fogged up the mirror so much that she can barely see her reflection. That's fine, though, she doesn't know if seeing an unmarred face staring back would even register as her own, even with the Beholding-green eyes that she knows must still be there. She misses when they were brown, but what little of her face she can see betrays the single change in her appearance from this time period.

Sasha gets dressed, slowly, taking the time to appreciate the way that the colors don't warp under her eyes, the way that they don't have bloodstains on the edges, the way that they are nothing more than a hoodie and some fucking sweatpants. She's relaxing. She deserves it.

Sasha moves out of her bedroom, finally, and goes to her dining room table that she doesn't use for eating, instead, it's practically another shelf, and she clears all of the crap off of it. Paperwork, mostly, none of it important. She takes a notebook out from a bookshelf nearby, and gets to work drawing out a timeline of events from the original timeline.

She realizes very quickly that almost everything really is dependent on Jon's encounter with the Not-Them during Prentiss' attack. The whole thing with that officer, Basira was her name, though she isn't sure- that wouldn't have happened if not for Jon. Tim wouldn't have- he wouldn't have done anything drastic.

Speaking of Tim- he won't die this time around. Now that she knows that the Unknowing doesn't necessarily need to be stopped, only a passable enough attempt needs to be made for Jonah's sake, the explosives won't need to come into play. Tim's going to be fine.

Sasha spends most of the day mentally and physically going over every event in the original timeline- every death, every mark, every tragedy that can now be stopped. Even the smaller ones. Don't send Martin to investigate the Carlos Vittery Statement, that won't do much but introduce corkscrews and CO2, and, well, she knows about that already. All the other smaller things, they're also dependent on the Prentiss attack. That's going to be a hell of an operation, keeping the Not-Them from fucking everything else up.

All of a sudden, it's 6 in the evening and she hasn't eaten a thing. She's got a tidy little collection of takeout menus, and rolls a spare die to decide which one she wants. Sasha lands on a menu for a Greek pizza place that might have been open since before she was born and she's almost certain was still there in some fashion during the apocalypse, and orders her favorite personal pizza.

When it arrives, Sasha eats the whole thing on her couch and treats herself to a bit of ice cream right out of the tub- it's fine, it's not like she's going to invite anyone to her place anytime soon. Or ever, really, she's gotten a bit too vigilant for a non-apocalyptic London.

As she looks over at the timeline made of torn-out pieces of notebook paper that was painstakingly arranged on her table, she doesn't feel ready for her first day of work tomorrow. She feels prepared, certainly, but not ready to see faces that she thought that she would never see again.

Either way, she's going to have to deal with it. She can't miss her first day as Head Archivist tomorrow, and as she cleans her food waste up and gets ready for bed, she decides that acting like nothing has happened might be the greatest challenge that she's going to face in all of this.

#tma #tma fic #my writing #jonathan sims is dead in the end fic #jonathan sims is dead in the end

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ahsterism · 2 months

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she magnus on my archives til i institute

#✧ gerard keay. ic / dying isn’t so bad. it’s staying dead that sucks.#✧ gerard keay. musings / every night i burn waiting for the world to end #✧ gerard keay. visage / and like the blade you stain well i’ve been holding on tonight #✧ gerard keay. headcanons / as he fell away for the final time‚ he felt that all-consuming fear #✧ jonathan sims. ic / and at last‚ the archivist looks up #✧ jonathan sims. musings / i refuse to become another goddamn mystery #✧ jonathan sims. visage / he’s all eyes. he’s all eyes.#✧ jonathan sims. headcanons / you wear guilt like shackles on your feet. like a halo in reverse #+ martin but his tags are already on here lmao #these are NOT going to save. oh well

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swiffin · 6 months

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I wanted to draw this lad normally but the urge to green squiggle was too great :>

[ID: Magnus Archives fanart of Jon Sims sitting at his desk, clicking a tape recorder and beginning to read a statement. Much of the background is filled by the snaking green coils of Jon's speech bubble, which contains the opening lines of MAG75- A Long Way Down.

The next two paragraphs are the statement text; otherwise, the ID ends here.

Jon reads: "Statement of Stephen Walker, regarding his brother's disappearance from the top of Tour Montparnasse in October 2006.

Original statement given November 7th 2006.

Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

Statement begins.

"I hope my brother is dead. He must be dead. I would love to believe that this is all some elaborate prank, some bizarre attempt to fake his own disappearance, but deep down I know that's not my..." End ID]

#tma #art #artists on tumblr #the magnus archives #jon sims #digital art #jonathan sims #tma fanart #mag 75 #swiffin

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crowclubkaz · 4 months

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💚👁️🕸️ In honour of The Magnus Protocol releasing today, here are some book recommendations based on The Magnus Archives Fears!! 🕸️👁️💚

Detailed list of books below the cut!

For more book recommendations, especially queer horror, check out my Bookstagram @hauntedstacks

The Buried ⚰️ - Into the Sublime by Kate A. Boorman - Stuck by Ben Young - The Luminous Dead by Caitlin Starling - The Deep by Nick Cutter

The Corruption 🦠 - What Moves the Dead by T. Kingfisher - Green Fuse Burning by Tiffany Morris - The Honeys by Ryan La Sala - She Is A Haunting by Trang Thanh Tran

The Dark 🌑 - Dead Silence by S.A. Barnes - Nightfall by Jake Halpern & Peter Kujawinski - No Power by Todd Kirby - The 5th Wave by Rick Yancey

The Desolation 🔥 - Firestarter by Stephen King - Burner by Robert Ford - Those Who Wish Me Dead by Michael Koryta - Burn the House Down by Kenna Jenkins

The End 💀 - Funeral Girl by Emma K. Ohland - Pet Sematary by Stephen King - Under the Whispering Door by TJ Klune - This Thing Between Us by Gus Moreno

The Extinction 🦴 - Lost Signals by Max Booth III - Bride of the Tornado by James Kennedy - No Safety in Numbers by Dayna Lorentz - The Rules of the Road by C.B. Jones

The Eye 👁️ - Video Palace by Maynard Wills - Episode Thirteen by Craig DiLouie - A History of Fear by Luke Dumas - The Watchers by A.M. Shine

The Flesh 🦷 - You’ve Lost A Lot of Blood by Eric LaRocca - Carnivore by Justin Boote - A Certain Hunger by Chelsea G. Summers - Tender is the Flesh by Agustina Bazterrica

The Hunt 🏹 - Hunt by Alexandra Nisneru - The Woods Are Always Watching by Stephanie Perkins - Survive the Night by Danielle Vega - The Hunger by Alma Katsu

The Lonely ☁️ - Red River Seven by A.J. Ryan - Solitude by Michael Penning - Dark Matter by Michelle Paver - We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson

The Slaughter 🥩 - Manhunt by Gretchen Felker-Martin - Your Shadow Half Remains by Sunny Moraine - American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis - The Summer I Died by Ryan C. Thomas

The Spiral 🌀 - That Darkened Doorstep by Catherine Jordan - Mind the Mirrors by Amanda Leanne - Grey Noise by Marcus Hawke - Last to Leave the Room by Caitlin Starling

The Stranger🕴️ - It Looks Like Us by Alison Ames - My Best Friend’s Exorcism by Grady Hendrix - The Deep by Alma Katsu - The Outside by Stephen King

The Vast 🪂 - From Below by Darcy Coates - Into the Drowning Deep by Mira Grant - Floating Staircase by Ronald Mafi - Nightmare Sky by Red Lagoe

The Web 🕸️ - The Taking of Jake Livingston - The Fervor by Alma Katsu - The Book of Accidents by Chuck Wendig - Come Closer by Sarah Gran

If You Like The Magnus Archives 💚 - Thirteen Stories by Jonathan Sims - Family Business by Jonathan Sims - Gas Station by Jack Townsend - Horrorstör by Grady Hendrix

#the magnus archives #the magnus protocol #tma #tmp #Jonathan sims #rusty quill #martin blackwood #jonmartin #booklr #bookstagram #books #horror books #queer books #horror book recs #book recs #mine

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hauntedhotel · 1 year

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As much as it isn't fun to hear Jon yelling at Martin, the end part of Mag 56 is so hilarious to me.

Listen, there is NO evidence to support Martin's claim about lying on his CV, and frankly it's kind of a weak cover story. You are required to show proof of your qualifications when you get a new job on the strength of them - not to mention ID - and even though on a relisten we know Martin's telling the truth and that Elias has his own reasons for hiring Martin, Jon doesn't know any of that. There's nothing to back up Martin's story and given how paranoid Jon's been since Prentiss, not to mention the fact that his specific concerns about Martin were that he might be hiding his own cunning behind the image of someone bumbling and soft (Jonathan "right for the wrong reasons" Sims strikes again) it is wild to me that he accepts this so quickly.

It's almost as though he's eager for Martin to be innocent, even though everything he's previously said about him would indicate that he'd rather it was Martin than Tim or Sasha, the assistants he respects professionally and likes on a personal level. It's so easy to picture him just blue-screening while poor Martin sits there expecting to be fired/screamed at again.

Martin: Okay, that's the truth, do your worst. Jon? Jon??

Jon, internally: Martin's innocent Martin lied to Elias but not me Martin didn't kill Gertrude Martin's safe Martin's still my friend Martin doesn't want me dead

Martin: Jon?

Jon, internally: MartinMartinMartinMartin

#tma #a mag a day #mag 56 #the magnus archives #martin blackwood #jonathan sims #jmart #hotel talks about tma #if martins crush on jon really took hold when jon believed him about prentiss #took him seriously and did his best to keep him safe #then this is where jons crush on martin really started #when he realised that martin really did just care about him and all the tea and lunches and fussing were straightforward kindess #and that martin is a safe space for him too #neither of them have ever felt safe #obviously they would fall in love with the one person that tried so hard to keep them that way

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samwise1548 · 9 months

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Day 23/40 Schwartzwald

((it has been a real long time since I did one of these!! Hopefully I can continue it at least until episode 40))

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[ID: Two pen and paper comic strips of characters from the Magnus Archives from the twenty-third episode of the podcast, Schwartzwald.

Comic one: In the first panel, a figure wearing a long coat and wide-brimmed hat that obscures his eyes from vision, talks to Albrecht von Closen, a man wearing a scarf and a winter coat, poised to take something out of his satchel. The figure gestures to a building behind them and says "That crypt you seek is a very dangerous place." The next panel is a close up of the figures face as Albrecht says offscreen "What have I to fear from the dead?" The figure seems slightly shocked from this response. But in the next panel, he laughs and pulls his hat even lower. In the last panel an ominous, dark vignette halos the figures front facing face as he says with a wide, menacing grin, "No, sir. You've nothing to fear from the dead." Where the last word is underlined for emphasis. Under the comic is written "mag 23".

Comic two: In the first panel Jonathan Sims, a rectangle glasses wearing man with short messy hair and a moustache, is seated in a chair behind his desk. He has an angry expression on and a dark blue aura around him. He yells at Martin, a fat man with round glasses, curly hair, and arm hair. He says "Good Lord man, at least have the decency to wear trousers!!" in a green speech bubble. To which an awkward Martin, standing in the doorway to his office, says in a blue speech bubble, "sorry." The second panel is a close up of Martin's face from the bust up. We can see his red face and beads of sweat run down his skin. He is smiling awkwardly. Green and blue empty speech bubbles around him suggest he is still speaking with Jon. Behind him is screaming text suggesting his internal monologue being in turmoil currently. The top left corner reads "later." The artist would like it to be known that they forgot to exclude that from the drawing and it's not meant to be there. At the bottom some boxes text reads "Martin will be thinking about this interaction for the rest of his life." Under the comic is written "bonus mag 23"

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