#rusty quill fanfiction

[risingflora]

If you could see our future - Post MAG200

I think I finally finished editing this! Thanks to @the-lantern-lights for creating this art from my commission, for the fic 🌟 as a note, I headcannon Jon in skirts and nothing can ever take that away from me. Anyway, enjoy!!

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Martin heard ringing in his ears as his vision settled around him. When he had opened his eyes, he was met with a familiar and far away memory of the sky as it had been so long ago, and he wondered if that could be the sun hanging in the sky overhead. As the voices continued to echo around him, he registered the heat on his face, and was certian it was sunlight. Sunlight! He blinked hard, his eyes watering, and the voices became more clear as his senses settled.

"Excuse me, hello?" The female voice sounded strained, breathy and anxious. A woman was hovering above Martin, her brows pushed together in concern as she called out to him. "Hello - are you alright? Do you need any help?"

Martin groaned finally, unable to muster a real response. He was grasping for words, but he could only form pictures. He was trying to sort out what was going on, replaying the last bits commited to his memory that he could recall. There was the panopticon, the explosion... Martin tried to sit up, but his muscles were so sore. When he opened his mouth to speak, he found collecting thoughts to turn into words nearly impossible.

"I'm alright," he mustered, shifting slightly. He squinted at the woman above him, who seemed to be speaking with another nearby. She looked by all means normal - compared to what Martin had gotten used to. Her face was slick with sweat, her eyes colored with confusion and concern. She was still trying to talk to him, but Martin was still struggling to recollect himself.

Martin planted his palms in the grass under him and pushed up, trying to rise. The stranger recognized this gesure and grabbed at his shoulders, helping Martin to a sitting position. Even with the slow motion of sitting up, Martin began to experience vertigo. He groaned again, wavering and holding his head in his hand.

"Please, are you going to be alright?" The woman repeated, leveling herself with Martin. His eyes were settling now, adjusting to the light, and he was now able to register the scene around him. There were around a dozen strangers, wandering what appeared to be a grassy field. Some appeared to be searching, while others simply... wandered. One man was looking up at the sky dreamily, searching the sky for eyes. A small group gathered and hugged and recollected. A young lady behind the woman speaking to Martin was at her feet, searching the scene in concern.

"London," Martin managed out of nowhere. "I was in London".

"Well, we're nowhere near there," the woman responded, and Martin only now realized she was speaking in a Scottish accent. Had the world never ended? Was it all a dream? Had he fallen asleep in... a field? Outside Daisy's safehouse?

"The sky- the world- what happened? Is everything- are we back to normal?"

The woman's gaze faltered and she looked away briefly, unsure how to answer.

"We... just came to ourselves, and we are just gathering who we find to see where we can help."

"I need some time," Martin stammered as he once again leaned his head into his hand. "I can't seem to gather myself."

She pushed herself to her feet. "We will be around, but please don't dally. We should get to the nearest town to figure out what is going to happen next... if anyone knows."

Martin muttered a thanks and she turned to her companion behind her. Martin was still staring into the distance, his memory dragging behind him as words were dropped into the forefront of thought.

End... end of the world. Panopticon. The eye... fear... Jon. Alias - Jonah. The beholding-

Jon. Jon?

"Jon!" Martin shouted, so suddenly that the vibration of the shout through his body shocked even himself. In a moment it all came pouring back to him. He felt the cold stale air of the Panopticon on his skin, the memory of Jon's warped face and green-glossy eyes dotting his body, the sound of everything echoing through the walls as he made the desicion to...

He looked down at his hands. No blood. Martin began furiously patting at the ground around him, looking for the knife that he used to - the thought kept pausing in his brain, the memory replaying and freezing at that point. His breath quickened as each replay got closer and closer to the moment where Jon tightened his hand around Martins, pointing the blade at himself. He remembered the cold words. He remembered tugging on Jon's olive sweater meekly, begging him for an alternative. The way his lips felt cold, the way Jon looked into Martins eyes with his many, terrible, beautiful eyes. Martin choked on air as tears began welling, and pouring down his cheeks. He kept calling to Jon, but his shouts became strained and choked. His sobs caught the name in his throat, stifing him as his head twisted every which way. Martin was so certain Jon was alive, he had to be. He couldn't leave Martin alone in the aftermath of it all. Martin whimpered Jons name over and over, trying to pull himself to his knees, then his feet, only to stagger and fall back to the grass in defeat.

Martin was weak, his body was shaking, and he could clearly see the moment in his memory when he sent a blade through his boyfriend. Jon was not alive, he couldn't be.

Martin's sobs wracked through his body, vision became blurry once more as he stared blankly at the horizon. For the first time in- however long it had been, the real sun was hanging in the real sky, like a promise, shining down on a complete and cured world. The grass was not broken, nor was it incorrect. The distance gave way to a small village of sorts, and the field was still dotted with those strangers, some of which paid cautionary glances at Martin. Martin did not care, nor did he mind that his mouth was hung open, caught words struggling to escape, nor that snot ran down his nose and tears poured over his cheeks. He kept searching, stammering Jons name over and over, like a prayer.

What was I even to do, Martin thought? Where do I go? Who is left? How do I go on? All these questions flooded his mind as he began to settle into the reality that Jon forced him to recreate. All he ever wanted was to confess to Jon, and they spent God knows how long living through hell in love, and all he wanted now was to cozy up in that cottage and grow old with Jonathan Sims. Martin had dreamed of it during their cross country escapades through the hellscapes. He dreamed of Jon coming home from work, wherever work was, and kissing Martin on the forehead. He dreamed of making dinner together, burning the food and still enjoying it as the activity and not the product. Watching movies on the couch over whiskey and tea, under a warm blanket. Getting tangled in a bed together, losing the hours of a weekend to love and laziness, simply enjoying the sound of each others voices as they talked about nothing and everything all at once.

Martin had known it could only be a dream. Somewhere in his gut he knew this would happen. He knew Jon couldn't - wouldn't- survive. But he had imagined it so clearly. He memorized the smell of Jons clothes, and played it into his fantasy of cuddling. He remembered Jon's drink of choice and worked it into the images, he listened when Jon would rant about struggling to learn to cook. He memorized all these details about the man he loved, so that he could live in this fantasy forever, even after... even after Jon was gone.

Martin let out a small wail of heartache as he pulled his knees to his chest and hugged them tightly. He buried his head into his knees and cried, hard, until his head was pounding and his mouth was dry. Martin sat there in the heat of the growing morning and cried and cried and cried, until the memories were messy and confusing and incomprehensible. He hated Jon, and loved Jon, and wanted to see him so badly, and wanted to have never met him in the first place. He wanted to die, but also wanted to be able to thrive. Martin was lovelorn, conflicted, broken, and scared. There was nothing in his mind, body, or soul he could think of to make him feel corredt again.

Finally, he ran out of tears to cry, and he hung is head back. He leaned forward and rocked onto his knees, and weakly stood. There he hesitated, feeling his feet on the ground. Part of him never thought he would see the world like this again. He wondered if their love could only exist in the hellscapes. Martin's mind was so busy, so loud he could not focus on any one thing. He looked around at the figures that continued to stagger around him, many of which had put distance between themselves and Martin. He recognized the woman some distance away, and even noticed that strange man in an olive sweater gazing up at the sky, unmoved. Martin stared at him for a long time, wondering what he was looking for. As Martin's heart slowed to a steady pace, and his breathing settled, he squinted at the strange man. Martin leaned in his direction, and his foot clumsily came forward to catch him. His body was still weak, but Martin pulled himself forward. After a few steps, he saw long, dark hair riding on the wind, and settling on the olive sweater. A few more steps, and he saw a familiar skirt flowing from his hips. Martin abandoned the fatigue in his muscles and committed instead to adrenaline as he quickened his pace, wiping his face on his sleeve.

"Jon," he stammered, far too quiet for the man to hear. "Jon!"

His head did not pivot from its cursory stare upwards, and Martin now was briskly walking. Martin would break into a straight sprint if his body would allow it. His heart began pounding as he inched closer and closer to the mirage of his lover, begging whatever powers may exist that this was in fact his Jon.

"For the love of - Jonathan!" Martin shouted with a crack in his voice, as he got close enough to recognize circular scars on his face.

Martin managed a few feet from Jon, and stood there. He was half waiting for Jon to meet him in the middle, and half afraid to go on in case he was wrong and this was a stranger, or even trauma playing tricks on him. But now that we was so close, he was sure this was in fact Jon, staring up at the sky with his mouth slightly agape. His arms hung loosely at his sides, and he so slightly swayed as the wind caught him. After what felt like an eternity of waiting, Martin gave in and closed the distance between them.

Martin was inches away, and reached a hand out to touch him, but wavered. He reached for Jons arm, then his face, then his shoulders, but retracted as he felt the tears well up again. He sniffed, and mumbled his boyfriends name once more, stifled by a cry.

Finally, Jon lowered his chin with a jerk, and gasped. He turned his head, ever so slightly. He licked his lips, his mouth moving to form Martins name - but barely any sound came out.

It was now that Martin collected the features of Jon once more, breathing hard as he recognized Jonathan Sims. He drank in Jon's lithe figure, his long fingers and broad shoulders, his angular jawline and dark hair - with just enough gray. Jon's face was speckled with scars, and was collecting stubble that had ceased to grow during the end of the world. And his eyes were no longer a horrific, glossy green. Instead - why instead, they were -

"My god, Jon, your eyes-"

"Martin," Jon interrupted with a stammer, and what Martin could swear was a meek laugh. Jon moved his hands up, shaking, and searched for Martin, finding and resting on his forearm. Jon glided his fingers up, following the form of Martin until he made it to his neck, where his hands cupped Martin's face. "I'm... I'm blind."

Martin couldn't help but laugh at the irony. He immediately caught his breath, but before he could blurt out an apology, Jon laughed too, and it was a laugh indeed, a laugh like he had never heard from Jonathan Sims. His milky white eyes began to water as he laughed, and he brought his own hands to his face, feeling himself for the first time since the end of the world. Martin joined Jon, gently caressing Jon's face and reminding his fingertips of the feeling. They continued to laugh at nothing in particular, or maybe at everything, maybe even at each other - and Martin pulled Jon into his arms for a strong, needed hug.

"You're- thats my sweater," Martin cooed as Jon's laugh quieted. "You wore my sweater through all of that, you thief."

"It looks so much better on me, I think," Jon joked, then he paused and laughed once again at the irony. "I suppose I can only go on memory."

"I can assure you it fits me better, but I won't judge you as long as you wash it before giving it back."

Jon buried his face into Martin's chest, wiping his tears, and took a deep, long inhale through his nose. He paused, considering his next words carefully.

"You could just wash it, you know."

Martin stepped back, cocking his head and raising an eyebrow before remembering Jon's latest development. "And what do you suppose you mean by that?"

"We will be sharing a washer, I presume." Jon said in his very familiar, presumptuous voice, as he looked past Martin - but still cocked his own brow and smirked.

Martin's heart fluttered, his eyes lighting up as he, in an instant, dove into a domestic fantasy with Jon once again. He dreamed up the scenario of pulling the sweater off Jon to toss in the washer, and smiled big. Jon clumsily searched for Martin's face once again, tracing his form and holding his face. His fingers slid through Martin's hair slowly as he seemed to relish in the sensation, and he sighed in delight. His hands rested on the back of Martin's head, and he pulled Martin close, attempting to press their lips togeter and missing. Jon's kiss landed shy of Martin's lips by just a bit, and this caused them both to once again laugh.

"This is different, Jon." Martin said, listening to the song on Jon's laughter. "You are different."

Jon hesitated for a moment. "I'm not bound to anyone but myself anymore. I suppose I have freedom, finally." He sighed. "This is... I'm confused, and unsure of what I am without the Eye, or my own eyes."

"We can find out together, if you'd like."

Jon laughed out his nose, the corner of his lips curling. The way his eyes and eyelids moved, he appeared to be searching, but he was moreso considering- what Martin could not see, was Jon dreaming his own dreams in an instant. Dreams of holding hands, walking down cobbled streets, sitting on a patio listening to rain. Smelling spring and feeling winter. Feeling the warmth of Martin every night as they rest. The smile faded when he recalled his last sight, the last thing he will ever have committed to vision - a tear stricken Martin saying what he thought was goodbye. Then it returned when he realized the last person he saw, was the only one that mattered now.

"I think, I would very much like to see what our future holds, Martin." Jon said slowly, softly, and met his lips with Martin for a long, and eager, kiss.

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[totheidiot]

good night, i love you .

fandom : the magnus protocol

relationship : nigel dickerson/mr bonzo

summary : 693 words

Be safe, okay?

Nigel's life is only just Mr Bonzo.

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taglist: @thermodynamic-comedian tagging you because you expressed interest in it !! hope everyone enjoys this little thing.

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[pikachic]

My piece(s) for the 2023 Rusty Quill Big Bang hosted by @pilesofnonsense!

It's a short comic of a scene from Tea time for the lonely mind by @gothic-narrator-voice!

This was my first Big Bang, and I had so much fun working on it! Comic layout go brrr :D

Thanks to gothic narrator for working with me (and for writing a fic that simultaneously clocked me over the head with a chair and filled said head with comic ideas), I couldn't have done this without them!

#the magnus archives #tma #magnuspod #tma fanart #martin blackwood #rusty quill big bang #rqbb2023 #fanfiction #my art

[theclod3215]

The few Malevolent and Magnus Archives crossovers are keeping me sane

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[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Pinned Fanfiction Post! Updated 4/11/24.

Fandoms:

The Magnus Archives

Malevolent (Podcast)

Deviser (Podcast)

I'm bad at updating this, my apologies! It's all on AO3, folks.

Latest:

The Magnus Archives:

One Six Zero Jonah knew what he'd chosen to do. He also knew he hadn't been chosen. AO3 || Tumblr

Malevolent (Note: all of these are complete):

They Both Just Gotta Be Dicks (Intermezzo spoilers): AO3 || Tumblr

All that Glitters (crack-fic one-shot): AO3 || Tumblr

Fragile (Intermezzo spoilers): AO3 || Tumblr

Double the Popcorn (Intermezzo spoilers): AO3 || Tumblr

God of Cowboys and Fools: AO3 || Tumblr

IN PROGRESS

MAGNUS ARCHIVES x MALEVOLENT CROSSOVER

CORRUPTED

Tim opened a book he shouldn't have, and now has the last remaining god in the universe stuck in his head. In the process of dealing with that, he will come up against invading deities, be marked by the Desolation, and turn—reluctantly—to the Magnus Institute for help. There is a lot going on here. Tim feels out of his league. He is. And lately, he's unnervingly certain that maybe, he should just burn it all down...

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MALEVOLENT

NEVER TELL

Arthur and Bella Lester are not in love. They came together as friends, to protect each other, to give one another the freedom to live—and love—as they pleased. Having a child was supposed to be part of that—quieting the rumors, providing a shield. But it wasn’t one baby; it was two… and something is very wrong with their golden-eyed son.

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MAGNUS ARCHIVES x MALEVOLENT CROSSOVER

JUST A LITTLE SIDE-QUEST

It is the Dark World. It is the place where all go when they die, from every world, from every timeline - and though they cannot die again, they can absolutely feel everything that happens to them. Jon, Martin, John, and Arthur will have to find their place here, all the while chasing Arthur's greatest desire: to someday find his daughter in the land of the dead. But first, they're going to have to figure out each other - and what to do about Kayne.

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FINISHED FICS:

(This is long, so under the cut they go.)

THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES

AND EAT IT, TOO

The voice gets under his skin. Is it pleasing or terrifying? Inside his head or out? Is it even real, or is his still-human brain just cobbling monster-sounds into something he can comprehend? It’s impossible to get out of his head, whether literal or not. Doesn’t matter, though, because the answer Michael gives is a terrible one, and ends the same way: Gertrude could protect herself, Jon can’t, and he’s going to die for her sins.

Playlist available here.

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QUIT

It’s a stupid-drafty manor—huge, never properly lit, all its frippery fraying at the edges. It has literal skeletons in the walls. It has a foyer right out of Crimson Peak, an empty cement hole with crumbling cherubs in the back yard that might have once been someone’s idea of a pond, and a library with more cursed books than Gerry could shake a match at. The part of Gerry that once used Sharpies to blacken his eyebrows loves this place with a truly unholy passion. If only it didn’t belong to the reason the world was going to end.

Playlist available here.

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TULIPS IN SPRING

Martin crawled back into bed like he’d crawled through the burned-flesh hole in his heart, and knew he still loved Jon. Martin knew Jon loved him, too. Jon had thrown away godhood for him, like it hadn’t mattered. Maybe it hadn’t.Jon loved him, and that meant they could fix this.All Jon had to do was wake up.

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CRUCIBLE

Martin's been having dreams.He doesn't understand them. Surely, if Jon had ever looked like that, with unreal wings and a crown of spinning eyes, he would have remembered. But his memory isn't working as well as it should right now, and Jon never blinks. Martin is afraid.

Inspired by The Watcher’s Crown by @raynecreates

Note: this is angst. Somewhere Else goes very, very wrong.

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INSTANT NOODLES (crack fic)

At least his new hobby kept him occupied in the evenings, when too much time to think turned to wretchedness. It just so happened that much of his life was public. On the internet. As part of some gods-damned podcast. There were no words for how fascinated he was. This was his story—and yet it wasn’t. It was focused on Jon, for some bloody reason, which made no damn sense, since Jon showed up at the very end. Well. There was no accounting for taste.

Note: This is nonsense. Full apologies to Jonny and Alex, who are 100% the creators of my favorite podcast, The Magnus Archives. This is a work of fiction, etc. and so forth. Take it as the joke it's meant to be. Written because I wanted Jonah to suffer.

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SHORT STORIES FOR TMA APPRECIATION WEEK, 2023

Just what it says on the tin. Silliness, angst, and crossovers incoming.

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THIS DARK THING THAT SLEEPS IN ME - Rusty Quill Big Bang 2023

This is a DARK AU; it is not a kid-fic, though Jon is young. Bittersweet ending ahead. Spoilers for the whole show, though this is very much an alternate universe. In a world where the End won and Jonah Magnus is its Heart, the cycle of death and rebirth is a given: no one lives past thirty, the Other Fears scramble for scraps, and any infant without an Alignment—called Uncertain—has until the age of ten to be claimed, or they are sacrificed. Jon, an Uncertain child, knows things he shouldn’t, has memories he shouldn’t, and also has a purpose: apparently, he’s been called to do what no Aligned person can do and stop Jonah. Sometimes, there is no happy ending, only the right one. Jonah broke the promises he made to take over the world, and Jon is here to make it right. “I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me; all day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?” ― Sylvia Plath

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MAGNUS ARCHIVES x MALEVOLENT CROSSOVER

I PREFER MY HEART TO BE BROKEN

Jon feels seen in a way he has not since the Panopticon, examined from cell to soul, from ankles to ego. Does that feel good or horrible? He doesn’t know. He tries to see into this thing, just a little, but just that glimpse is enough. Fear shortens Jon’s breath, shivers up and down his form, because this thing is a god.

Playlist available here

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MALEVOLENT (PODCAST)

They Both Just Gotta Be Dicks (Intermezzo spoilers):

Not much surprises Kayne anymore. A melting Arthur manages.

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All that Glitters (crack-fic one-shot):

John and Arthur, Lester and Doe, going mano a mano against their greatest foe: 1970s Arkham bureaucracy.

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Fragile (Intermezzo spoilers):

Arthur got low in Larson’s house. He hit bedrock; he admitted, brokenly, that they won. John didn’t let him drown. Which is ironic, because John was already drowning.

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Double the Popcorn (Intermezzo spoilers):

You think there’s anyone I haven’t seen? Fucked around with? Followed? You think there isn’t a version of you I haven’t tweaked to be the very d-d-darkest you could be, with flesh in your fingernails and blood in your cheeks like a really fucked-up squirrel? I. Have tried. Them all. And pal… they don’t fucking work.

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God of Cowboys and Fools:

Well. No time like the present. “I am the King in Yellow, and you are now my slave,” I tell him, because that is the truth and we might as well get it done. He is a god, awakened in the crater of his birth. Somewhere out there is the Wizard he needs to ensure his misplaced immortality. Now, if only the Wizard would just do as he was told instead of fighting back, they could get on with the business of living forever.

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SACRAMENT - an Oscar one-shot

Arthur and John are long gone from Oscar's life, and whatever they did has left more than one wound in the world. Oscar's is obvious. Scratch's is not. Oscar certainly hadn't planned on encountering the malevolent spirit ever again, but now that he has, he faces a choice.

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BOYO

Warning: this is a dark fic. I liked me boyo’s anger, and he was just scuttered enough to make this work. To join me hitting the prop, and hitting too much. To not know when it was time to stop, and to follow my lead as we went far beyond. Wasn’t quite perfect. Didn’t have the rhythm yet. But I knew he’d get it; musical lad, or I’m a whaler, and I’d get him singing my tune. The fool died, and my boyo stood there, panting, blood everywhere, and hit the body again just because. Fuckin’ beautiful, that was to see.

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THE INCIDENT - a one-shot for the @malevolent-fanzine

Arthur and John are in Arkham, getting their burgeoning P.I. business off the ground. And then Kayne asks for a favor, and everything goes to hell.

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TRY, TRY AGAIN - a one-shot for the @malevolent-fanzine

The King in Yellow worked for a month to get Arthur to spill the information he wanted. Eventually, he got what he wanted through a made-up Bostonian, Adam Fry. What happened in the month before Arthur woke?

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CONFESSION

There’s a trick to confession, if you want to keep another from hearing what you said. But not hearing it don’t make it not true, don’t make it go away.

I fear Arthur’s truth, so big and bright. I fear ours together may strike like flint and leap into devouring flame.

An Oscar one-shot

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PEDANTIC

Arthur Lester is the best IT architect in the world, and the reason Carcosa, Inc. has its fingers in every pie. Government, medical, everyone in the world uses its systems. Arthur is also going blind, with a rare genetic condition that can’t be fixed. The looming depression is bad. He can’t imagine a life where he can’t create anymore. Arthur nearly gives up… until a deeply annoying cybersecurity programmer prods him into trying something new. Great, right? Now, if only this John Doe weren’t clearly hiding something so wild that not even PI Parker Yang can dig it out….

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PET

Arthur loses John. Hastur loses Arthur. Yellow does not deserve what happens here.

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PUSH

They survived. John got his promised body. They're free. But Arthur is still blind, and now, he no longer has someone in his head, helping him around. He's not all right. It's all coming out of him in anger. Today, John needed a break... and, left alone, Arthur tries a four-legged substitute. It goes about as well as can be expected.

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NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY

Angst warning Things happen when we age. Unavoidable things. Until death do we part.

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CLOUD CITY - MALEVOLENT BIG BANG 2023

The sun never rises in Cloud City. Owned by distant gods, the world creaks along in techno-magical paralysis, making Contracts with spirits, and limping along in isolated enclaves while monsters run wild in the Wastes. Five years ago, Arthur Lester, a private investigator, made a Contract with a Summon called Hastur. The deal? His soul in exchange for the identity of his daughter's murderer. Until the time Arthur's soul is ripe for harvesting, Hastur will give him power, and eventually must find Faroe's killer. If he doesn't, they both die, so failure is not an option. Hastur, however, is not a normal Summon... and it turns out he's come here and chosen Arthur in order to stop a threat that will destroy the entire universe if it succeeds. Unfortunately, humans aren't meant to channel power like Hastur's, and Arthur's body is beginning to break down. It's a race against time to solve Faroe's murder and stop the incoming threat before he simply drops dead.

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PUSH

They survived. John got his promised body. They're free. But Arthur is still blind, and now, he no longer has someone in his head, helping him around. He's not all right. It's all coming out of him in anger. Today, John needed a break... and, left alone, Arthur tries a four-legged substitute. It goes about as well as can be expected.

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THE BIRTHDAY SONG

Very much post-canon. Very much fluff. John has a body. Arthur has his sight. They've figured it out, working in Arkham, making their way through life, and John, at last, has chosen his birthday. It's all fluff from here, folks.

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WORTH THE PRICE OF A BOTTLE OF POP

So, anybody want a crack-fic with Kayne, Arthur, and too much sugar even for an Outer God?

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FIVE TIMES JOHN WANTED TO SEE A MOVIE, AND ONE TIME KAYNE MADE IT SUCK

In which Arthur struggles with right and wrong, bemoans the Hays Code, tries (and fails) to define love, and gets a second chance.

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SURROGATE

The beginning of the series, Surrogate: The Director's cut.

The King in Yellow has a plan. The first part works, and Arthur Lester is broken. The second half blows up in his face. John has gone mad, and Hastur’s adopted daughter is upset, but that’s not all. It turns out a certain Outer God wasn’t done watching that show, and when he arrives with director’s notes, not even the King in Yellow can refuse him.

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DEVISER (PODCAST)

DEVIL

Dad knew he'd failed with humans. Dad did not know he'd succeeded somewhere else.

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RED

Son likes painting. Son likes red.It makes him feel some odd things. Things he doesn’t really have a word for. He really likes the way it looks splattered on his hands.

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[phynoma]

I'm gonna be honest, I'm probably going to post about this fic a lot because I spent 4 months putting it together and NOT ABLE TO SCREECH ABOUT IT

SO

You know how Jonny Sims and Alex Newell made the (very solid) decision to not include any explicit kissing sounds/particular types of trauma?

Have you ever thought "what if they did, tho?" Hang on that's not a good job explaining wait

SO

do you like angst? do you like monster!Jon? do you ever think "wow Jon went 0-60 on Martin by season 4, wish we had more build-up or a blatantly over-the-top excuse"

Read my pretentiously titled fic! It has multi-shipping! It has humor! It has surprising amounts of blood body horror! It has sex! It has romance! It has again, surprising amounts of teeth!

It has received rave reviews like "I read this in their voices!" And "oh my GOD" and "😳"

It's fully posted and complete, with gorgeous binding art!

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jon sims #tma spoilers #writing #elias bouchard #melanie king #basira hussain #tim stoker #helen distortion #original statements #consuming au #ao3 #fanfiction #do not archive #rqbb2023 #rusty quill big bang

[phoenixphire24]

I've had this idea rattling around in my head for months now and I finally got around to writing it: what if Zolf had encountered the Cult of Poseidon again during the reunion in Dover? What if they weren't happy with how things had turned out and wanted someone to blame? What if Wilde had to come to his rescue?

#rqg #rusty quill gaming #zolf smith #rqg oscar wilde #fanfiction #epilogue 1 #mostly I wanted to let Oscar show off some of his agent skills #it's my birthday this week so you all can have the prologue as a treat

[marandina-001]

I've been lostening to the magnus archives and im listening to chapter 186......

MARTIN MY BBY ILYSM PLEASE DON'T BE SAD 😭😭😭

can someone recommend a good angst (comfort or no comfort, either is fine) fic about martin please and thank you

#tma #the archivist #the magnus archives #the magnus pod #rusty quill #jonmartin #jonathan sims #jonny sims #martin blackwood #jon #the lonely #tma entities #fear entities #season 5 #tma s5 #tma lonely #jarchivist #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #tma fanfic

[indigosabyss]

TMA Podfic: Right By Them Pt 1

The original fic, Right By Them, is on AO3

Thanks to @esperosisdoeswriting for both writing it and giving me permission to record this reading.

First attempt at a fic reading. I've done character voicing before, but longer is... unfamiliar territory? I hope its good. (And if its not, feedback will be v much appreciated)

This is only a bit of chapter one bc the audio file would be too big for tumblr otherwise. And also I just decided to post it before I got too self-conscious to do it. I'll do more if it seems alright?

#fanfiction #podfic #the magnus archives #magnuspod #rusty quill tma #tim stoker #jonathan sims #existential dread #??? #ig thats what always gets me abt this opening #the slow piecing together #its good

[varyathevillain]

Hullo again, RQG fandom ♥

The anniversary of the RQG 218, the finale of the show, is almost here, in a little less than a week! And so is the RQGversary, a fan event I am organising.  

Today, I am revealing that we also will have a collection of RQGversary fanworks, that will have all of your fanworks posted on AO3, if you would like to share and preserve them that way.

Is this collection only for fanfiction?

Obviously not; it's for everything you post in celebration of the anniversary according to the prompts, from fanart and fanfic to podfic and crafting, to every single little thing you'd like about the podcast and fandom!

Are NSFW works allowed? 

Yes! Celebration of fandom via works that are of more mature nature is perfectly valid, and, frankly, celebrated by me in the same measure. But please tag them according to AO3 rules; works that aren’t tagged properly won’t be added to the collection.

Will this collection close on the 3rd of December, after the event is finished?

Actually, I've considered leaving it open for another week, and so it will be open for late additions until 10th of December! So don’t feel pressured to post everything on AO3 within the RQGversary prompt days.

Thank you for reading this post, I hope you will reblog it and the edited version of the RQGversary post, and wishing for all of us to have a great celebration of anniversary soon!

#RQG #Rusty Quill Gaming #RQ Gaming #fandom events #Varya RQGposting #text post #fanfiction #fandom #fanart #fanworks #crafting #podfic #RQGversary

[schnakota]

#the magnus archives #art #artwork #doug eiffel #isabel lovelace #jonathan sims #magnus archives #jonny sims #rusty quill tma #the magnus archive fanart #the last of us #tlou hbo #tlou #tlou fanfiction #markipler egos #in space with markipler spoilers #markiplier #mark edward fischbach #markiplier fanart #wolf 359 fanart #tsp fanart #the stanley parable #tspud fandom #tspud narrator #the narrator #tma entities #tma podcast #tma relisten #tma au #tma headcanons

[strawberryrock]

If anyone has not yet seen the rusty quill podcast episode where Jon and Alex read a bunch of TMA fanfiction, they mentioned wanting a crossover between Pokemon and The Magnus Archives.

As a fan of both and a writer, I can’t help but oblige

If anyone has any ideas or feedback please let me know!!

#I love fic requests #especially when they come from the fandom themselves #the magnus archives #rusty quill #rusty quill tma #tma #tma fanfic #ao3 fic #alex newell #jonathan sims #pokemon #fanfiction

[the-crooked-library]

TMA fic rec - COMPLETED

Title: Eulogy by CrookedArchive on AO3

Pairing: Jon/Gerry

Length: ~33K, 13 chapters including an epilogue

It's a fell-in-love-with-a-ghost romance; hits off and diverges from canon right after Episode 111 (Family Business). The ending is a happy one, despite the horrors that precede it, and it is the second installment in a series of stand-alone TMA fics (which are all nevertheless within the same AU).

As usual, mind the tags. There's angst and hurt before it gets to the fluff and comfort.

#the magnus archives #tma fic #tma fanfic #jonathan sims #gerry keay #jon/gerry #magnus archives #fanfiction #tma fanfiction #fic rec #tma fic rec #hurt/comfort #rusty quill #tma podcast

[genderfluidcrowley]

Hehehe wrote some trice forgotten fanfic

#trice forgotten #trifor #anhlestes #captain alestes #pham thi anh #Rusty quill #fanfiction #lesbian pirates

[thegaynessarchives]

Second fic: DONE!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48499099

CWs in beginning notes, please read them!

#tma #the magnus archives #magnus archives #tma fandom #the magnus institute #jon magnus archives #the archivist #rusty quill tma #tma fanfic #tma fic #tma fanfiction #the magnus archives fanfiction #the magnus archives fanfic #tma angst #tmangst if you will #the magnus archives fic #angst #sad ending #angst fic #tma angst fic #jon sims whump #whump tma #whump fic #tma whump #jonathan sims whump #hurt/no comfort fic #hurt/angst

[aryashi]

Chapters: 5/10 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gerard Keay/Agnes Montague/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Characters: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Gerard Keay, Agnes Montague, Martin Blackwood Additional Tags: Canon Major Character Death, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Mary Keay's A+ Parenting, brief appearances from other characters, Polyamory, Jon has enough love in his heart for everyone, Romantic Soulmates, Canon-Typical The Desolation Content (The Magnus Archives), Astral Projection, Bittersweet Ending Summary:

“My soulmates… well. I’ve always known them as Gerry and Agnes.” Even with all the build up, it takes a long second for recognition to hit. “As-- as in--” Martin bites his lip before his voice can go any higher. He leans forward and hisses across the table “Gerard Keay and Agnes Montague?!” Jon’s face does something complicated. “He really does hate ‘Gerard’, but. Yes.”

--- Some soulmates are unlucky, born too far apart in space and time to naturally meet. Jonathan Sims is one of them, because of course he is.

#fanfiction #my writing #Rusty Quill Big Bang #tma #the magnus archives