#the magnum archives

[vinofworms]

Vaguely tired jmart doodles

[atayart]

he was taking so much laudanum i just know it

[highly-invested]

🌬️ StormfatherOfficial Follow

𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖉𝖚𝖉𝖊𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒. 🙄 𝕿𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖔, 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖜 𝖒𝖞 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖘?

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🐌 Chullgirlshell Follow

Practicing the masculine arts is gay as fuck. Why do you need two hands? To hold other men?

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Do you like the color of the Highstorm?

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🤸🏿‍♂️Chasmfiendfucker Follow

Who else up milking they knobweed?

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🖤 Smokestoneee Follow

It can't just be me that finds singer swirls hot right? I wanna lick them unnf

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[arealtrashact]

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas...

[laertesthelocalstranger]

Oop! Sounds like you got nabbed by a thing. Been feeling any inexplicable feelings of rage, a developing oddly affectionate relationship with fire and/or pain, or a deep-seated hunger that can only be satiated by committing deeds that you don't want to want to do?

So you're the one who took out Orsinov! Thank you, she's been bothering me for a while. I owe you one. Is there anything I can help with?

oh, uh, you're welcome? I'm not really sure, but you might be able to tell me why literally every food or drink I try, no matter how cold, burns? Oh, and things have started melting when I touch them now?

[silvasteel]

has anyone done this yet

[eeveeights]

helen melanie part 2

recent helanies i think we're all caught up now . i hope you all understand my madness

[psykopaths]

[murderandcoffee]

can you imagine if instead of using co2 fire extinguishers to fight jane prentiss and the worms the archival staff just had guns

[zackistired]

this is how season 2 went right

[crouteann]

i drew fatestrung gang as a little break from merch work over the weekend… its been a while and they actually look really good with the way my styles been developing. enjoy the rare mr thalu hollis smile

[newsiesasvines2]

Characater A: Do it or you're straight.

Elias: *Loud gasp*

[dilanyum]

I sooo need alive magnum archives fandom

[apple-grass-and-smiles]

First Sentence Game

I promised you I'd do this, @sisterofficerlucychen. It's only been 10 days, which is kind of a record for me.

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Tagging (hopefully I'm not misremembering that any of you write fic) @chenlucys, @violetsandmagpies, @daisyejones, @whitesunlars, and @electricbluebutterflies.

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Bearing the Unbearable Weight (The Rookie):

In the days immediately after the break-up (the collapse of her world) Lucy logs a record number of hours at the LAPD shooting range.

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Nothing More Than His Wife (The Rookie):

The new Mrs. Tim Bradford is haunted by a ghost. It follows her everywhere, popping up in the most random spots. The ghost is at the nearby Korean food truck, in her husband’s car, hanging out in the park they had a picnic at. The ghost is not a particularly malicious one, but Mrs. Bradford can’t help but feel like she’ll never measure up against it, against the specter of Lucy Chen. 

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i used to know my place was the spot next to you (now I'm searching the room for an empty seat) (The Rookie):

The hardest part of Lucy’s day is going to bed. Two weeks earlier, before the breakup, when going to bed meant making funny faces at Tim as they brushed their teeth together and slow kisses and cuddling, it had been the highlight of most days. She had looked forward to bed. Now she brushes her teeth alone and crawls into a bed that is just hers. Or almost just hers. 

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How I Show I Love You (The Rookie):

Tim doesn’t know the last time he spent time doing something solely because he enjoyed it (other than watching a couple hours of football each week). Never mind doing something fun with another person. And certainly never with a rookie who hadn’t even passed their one-year mark. But he also hasn’t trained someone like Chen before. 

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i get along without you some nights (Prodigal Son):

The Christmas tree was already up when Martin was… (Jessica was still trying to find the polite term for it, trying different ones on) taken away. Normally Jessica insisted on no hints of Christmas in the home until the Thanksgiving dinner had been cleared from the table, but Malcolm had campaigned valiantly to put it up early. As per usual, Ainsley had joined in, asking Jessica to make an exception to her rule and then Martin had given Jessica that look, the one that had been crumbling her resolve since the day they met. 

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Cotard's Delusion (or the Process of Being Resurrected) (The Rookie):

I am dead. It’s the only thought ringing in Lucy’s mind as she closes her eyes, leans her head forward, finding no place to rest in the barrel Caleb has determined will be her last resting place.

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Dirtying the Slates (The Rookie):

So, Bishop and Lopez, or mostly Lopez, rig the roundup so Tim wins. Interesting , Lucy thought. She twirled her ring on her finger for half a moment, considering if it was her place to comment or not, before throwing caution to the wind and interjecting. “Wait, uh, are you guys trying to rig it so that Tim wins?” (Rule one of getting information in an interrogation: start with a question you already know the answer to.)

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Wrapped Around Your Finger (Like a Ring) (The Rookie):

Chen would not stop messing with her ring and Tim was a matter of seconds from using his TO Voice to go and confiscate it. Even winning the round-up (again) hadn’t put him in a good enough mood that the reflection from the light of the food trucks bouncing off the opal ring wouldn’t annoy him. Chen clearly was not aware that her rhythmic movements meant he was hit in the eye by a reflected ray of light every four seconds. 

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In Search of Air (The Rookie):

During her sophomore year of college, Lucy had had to memorize all of the symptoms of a panic attack as listed in the DSM-V. Technically the assignment was just to learn four or five of the 13 listed in the manual, but Lucy, ever the perfectionist, had been determined to memorize them all, to always be just that much better at psychology than the people around her. So, when she found herself once again locking herself in one of Mid-Wilshire precinct’s utility closets, it was that list of 13 symptoms she thought back on. 

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Through a Glass Darkly (Prodigal Son):

Malcolm Whitly's favorite color has always been red. It’s warm and bright and passionate, just like him. It’s the first color you notice in any crowd. It calls out to you and then pulls you headfirst into its world. His father had a red sweater when Malcolm was about 10. It was the softest thing Malcolm had ever felt. Martin said he had had to throw it out one night after spilling tea on it, but Malcolm had always loved that sweater. He still does. He has spent the intervening years searching for one that was similar so he could buy one for himself. He has loved the color for almost three decades now with absolutely no sign of his opinion changing any time in the near future. Red reminds Malcolm of his father and he loves his father. 

Malcolm Bright's favorite color has been blue most of his life. It’s calming and stable and peaceful, all the things he strives to be. It’s a color that can fade into the background when needed but also draw your eye if you’re looking for it. It’s always there to be beside you when you need it. 

[silvasteel]

And I will kiss you on the top of your head for that is the kindest place to place a kiss the most reverent compassionate and dear

[bungerisme]

HELLO TODAY IN MY ARCHIEVE I WILL ARCHIEVE THIS RANDOM HOTDOG I FOUND

Oh that’s me hotdog now muahaha

TIM YOU BASTARD GNOME GIVE ME BACK MY HOT DOG I NEED IT FOR MY ARCHIEVE

See you in hell archive man

NOOOOOOOOO MY BUISNESS WILL FAIL