#the archivist answers asks

[the-mogai-archives]

what the scallop does 'has pt' mean!!!

Has plain text! basically means if the original text has fonts/colours/etc there is a translation of the text that has none of that, it’s helpful for screenreaders + people who have issues reading things like that!

[silverskye13]

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

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

And I could tell that you were disappointed with that answer

So I carried on--

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Noe and Vanitas with an s/o who will ditch their hugs so they can cuddle cute things like plushies, children, and cats? S/o means no harm, though. If they see something cute, they'll only focus on that one thing

Noé

He can't really argue with them.

Noe has a weakness for cute things as well. Look at who he is courting?

Honestly, they probably would both be enamored with the cuteness (especially cats). So it's not a big hurdle for them.

Buys them all the plushies they gush over if his wallet, and floor space where they are staying, can afford it.

Vanitas

He is…less supportive of their distraction.

We all know that Vanitas has deep seeded abandonment issues. So, he feels like when they “take off” that they are abandoning him.

They always come back but he feels like his attention & company is second.

He also had problems communicating, so he doesn’t express those feelings. Instead he just pouts and, on extreme occasions, scares the cats away.

[regular-gnome]

What do the Archivists look like without their mask thingy?

they look however they wish to

I like the idea of them being able to take form they might find most useful in the moment, sticking to humanoid out of convenience and familiarity. Kinda like The Collector after being released first took form in giant floating cloak and then settled for one similar in size to King

It would be super difficult to play with someone 1/10 of your height

[red-velvet-0w0]

I love seeing ur post about tma without knowing shit about it like

Yeah the archivist went to the train how else are they supposed to get to all those libraries??????

/j

well technicaly the "archivist on the train" is Magnus Protocol, not Magnus Archives. in the magnus arcives the archivist is riding a Merry go Round!

[callilemon]

Sooooooo how we feeling about thr Marquis Machina reveallll?

✨️observer✨️

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

[luonnon-varainen]

I be wondering, as Collie grows older, do they get a apparence resembling more the archivists’s or nah?

I think they are already very similar. Collie is already after all larval stages and looks like proper archivist should. They only have to grow and expand their archive to be classified as an archivist. In general archivists and the collector basically did copy-paste in terms of appearance as this shape works well and mortals don’t pass out on their sight. It also quite convenient to have only one defined head instead of of five or more and working limbs. So not much will change

However, there are few things that will. Besides the obvious change in size and proportions one of main difference is the atrophy of eyes. Which just means the eye whites and irises due to the extreme expend grind down. Along with the aging the composition of the archive also changes, usually they become more and more metallic, especially if they specifies in decomposition magic(collie would still be more vitreous as they uses synthesis magic). Another difference is the fading of the glass. Like in the real world, if the glass is exposed to the sunlight it will fade and become a bit purplish. As beings made of glass they will also experience similar changes on the external layers. And lastly they would finally make their star-name-earrings.

In conclusion, yes, Collie will be even more similar to their older siblings and it’s inevitable…. They are not happy knowing that- they don’t want to to be dark and gloomy or loses their precious irises to maturation like the jerks who raised them-

But until it happens they will use their colour to roam the universe with their bombastic personality

[im-secretly-a-frog]

hihi you like the magnus archives. I know this I see you rebloging magnus archives stuff. I cannot look at the stuff because I am only up to season three. I have blocked tags about it so I don't get spoliers but tumblrs filtering system is not great. ALSO WHY DID YOU REBLOG SOMETHING ABOUT JON AND MARTIN BEING DEAD WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO THEM PLEASE DONT TELL ME I DONT WANT SPOILERS BUT AHHHH

anyways all i can think about is the Magnus archives and every time I see stuff about it on my tumblr feed, even when its filtered I want to look at it so badly but I cant :( I JUST WANT TO ENGAGE IN THE FANDOM BUT I HAVE TO FINISH LISTENING FIRST!!!

I need to talk about it with people and since the sickness has prevented me from infodumping to my friend on our walk to school I am attacking you with this ask. I hope this is okay :)

Oh my god I actually love TMA!!! I can't talk about it much with my friends because they're not really into podcasts. I won't spoil anything for you, all I'll say is that you're probably going to love the next two seasons.

Also, anyone who wants to feel free to send me asks about whatever, I love receiving these!!

[wren-writes-things]

Points. Birb

Gasp! Are you certain?

[mothwaistcoat]

Could we see ur ponytown tma and mechs skins?

(I've got Jonny and dbb with the intention of making more)

Of course! I don't have all of the characters made, but here's all the ones I have!

First, I've got this Pony that doubles as Lucille (from CH&T) or Gertrude Robinson depending on what I need

Jonny d'Ville

Marius von Raum

Nastya Rasputina

Raphaella la Cognizi

And we have two versions of The Toy Soldier

2nd version, it in a wedding dress

And I'm starting to work on some more TMA ones, but I just have Jon (and Gertrude) at the moment

Jonathan Sims/The Archivist

(Jedidiah CH&T as a little bonus)

[ask-thearchivists]

No, sir. I can attest that I sometimes forget I’m not actually a human

This is going under a read more because this anon got so out of pocket and I need to show everyone's reactions.

There is a cacophony of sound as everyone responds at once.

Uncle Coor: You do not have to be that honest. Please stop being that honest.

The Compelor: What a terrible day to be able to comprehend language!

The Copyist: THERE IS A CHILD PRESENT!

The Cartologist: Huh? What did they say? Sissy why are you covering my ears?

The Conservationist: I do not know what to say to that.

The Cataloger: Compelor, I need you to use a spell to wipe my memory of the last five minutes.

The Coordinator: I would rather I never hear about these things you think about my brother again.

The Charmer: Oh wow, how...flattering. Did you have to say that in front of literally everyone?

The Curator: In this moment I am truly torn between laughing at Charmer's anguish and flinching so hard I shed my skin.

The Cartographer: The second-hand embarrassment in this room is at lethal levels.

Truthful Captives Spell: 8/10 Remaining

[autistic-sidestep]

so bc im insane i went through the official fhr blog for all the tumblr-exclusive stories (at least the ones i could find) and turned them all into pdfs, does anyone want them lol

[silverskye13]

Question: if you gave Helsknight a 'fuck you in the language of flowers' bouquet, what would he do?

He's flattered. How much trouble did you go through to get this? They're like actual literal flowers. He wears one as a token to his next tournament. When someone points out to him those flowers mean "Fuck you, actually" he somehow finds them more endearing. Gotta respect the nemesis hustle.

[thewritetofreespeech]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Almost….there…!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[collectors-tablet]

Would the Archivists consider releasing the Maine Coon to roam around the archive?

Not a lot for a cat to eat here, anyways.

[Part 4]

[live-laugh-love-the-archivists]

who iz the most likely to use/say brainrot?

I can definitely see asrar using his hand to make orion mouth random brainrot while he's trying to focus on work.

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