#the magnus archives fix it fic

[scattered-dreamers]

Gah!!

So I think I have the fic I am currently working on almost completely mentally plotted out.

It’s going to be 8-9 chapters of pre-canon stuff.

This is where Jon STARTS leaving the post it notes for Tim—he’s trying so hard to get Tim in as the Head Archivist.

He goes off and states what statements allude to which entity and if the statement givers are dead. He gives insight to later events and such.

The thing he is going to do most is warn about the Lonely. “Leave it alone”, “Don’t interact”, “Dangerous when approached”

He remembers full well what happened to Martin and he doesn’t want anybody to go through that. He knows what it’s like to be alone and to feel alone and he wants to keep his friends away from that—which is why he tries so hard to make sure Tim doesn’t forget to include Martin in things.

He leaves all the notes he can so his friends can avoid his fate and the fates they had before.

This is going to be a fucking tragedy and I hate that there isn’t a way to avoid it!!

This series will be three parts; the second part will begin after I finish reading the series. I’m stuck on 120 and think I will be until I finish this fic.

After this fic—while I’m still working on finishing TMA—I will be working on a TMA/Mechs crossover starring Jon and Jonny. Some comedy to counteract the tragedy.

[fuckjohncalvin]

agnes montague is living evidence that even within a coffee shop au the characters of tma could not find happiness

[driedlillies]

Tma AU where Jonah fucked up his ritual when transferring to Elias’ body and still exists but is like. On the backburner unable to control the body. Because he’s a loser. So OG Elias is able to hear everything he thinks but Jonah can’t do anything. And so he learns the evil plan to end the world and immediately decides nope that’s NOT happening.

And since James Wright appointed him as the next Head of the Institute he has full control over everything he destroys every single bit of Jonah’s carefully laid masterplan. And Jonah suffers seeing everything he’s build fall like a house of cards. At the end Elias just goes and kills Jonah — there were concerns that it may also kill him, but he was ready to sacrifice himself — and comes out alive and free from voyeristic georgian men.

Elias establishes something of a truce with Gertrude after explaining the situation and also perhaps maybe telling her that Jonah mentioned one of her assistants is of the Web and what does that mean? Also what are the rituals and why does Jonah keep saying they don’t work unless you— (Gertrude cuts him off before he says it out loud. Walls have ears. You never know who might be listening).

Michael doesn’t die. Neither does Gerry, because after he faints for the third time at the Institute — Elias doesn’t have spooky eldritch eye powers, but he has office gossip, and that’s basically the same thing — Elias personally goes down to the Archives and tells him to go to the fucking doctor dude. Gerry smokes weed with him after a few months and thanks him for potentially saving his life

By the time Gertrude dies, which is post Stranger ritual (not shot by him, but still probably not peacefully, knowing her) Sasha becomes the next Archivist, and her role in the overall world of the Fears — Elias is not an avatar, doesn’t want to be, but has some leftover traits from Jonah’s inhabitance in his body, and knows a lot — is explained before she signs any contract. Also you’re not tied for life, fuck that. There’s a mandatory Entities 101 for every employee, no matter what department they work in; the vast majority of them come here seeking answers for what really ruined their lives, none of them deserve to die because nobody tells them what they’re actually fighting against. Tim — very much alive — goes to the Archives with Sasha, Jon stays in reaserch and eventually becomes Head Researcher. Martin goes to college part time at some point. Life is good

[citrusbrew]

heeheheeee I lobe them <33 also I keep making everyone in this AU hunt avatars I can’t help it rahagahghhhrr (Gerry is a hunt avatar, so are Tim and Melanie)

Close ups under the cut, a feel free to use them a pfp’s with credit!!!

the little sticky notes on the shelf <3 gerry also made those scratches bc he spends so much time there with Jon it’s practically his territory <3 Jon drew a little tea in a heart <3 Gerry called him gay for it <3 there’s a little kitty figurine on the shelf <3 Gerry is wearing a Mechs shirt <3

[lizard-queen-izzy]

I Hate Everything About You

Summary: What if Jon and Tim's fight at the end of MAG 65 had gone a little differently? [Most of the dialogue is from the transcripts so obviously full credit to Jonny for those lines.] Word count: 1952 Author's note: It's finally here! Sorry to keep you all waiting, but it's here now! I would apologize in advance but, I'd have to feel remorse to apologize so.

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The tape recorder clicked back to life. 

“Supplemental. It looks like my posting on a few of the more tech-savvy boards appealing for statements has worked. While the incident itself seems ultimately inconsequential, I was able to convince Tessa to have a look at Gertrude’s laptop, claiming to have locked myself out,” Jon turned to the now glowing screen of the laptop. “I don’t know what she did - something about “command lines’’ and “administrative privileges” - But I now. Have. Access.” he let out a slow, shaky breath. “I’m almost afraid-” he froze at the sound of the door creaking open. Tim stepped through the door.

“Hey, where did you put the-” He stopped at the sight of Jon hunched over the recorder. “Oh. Sorry. Didn’t mean to disturb you while you were being suspicious-”

“It’s fine.” Jon cut him short before he could drag this nonsense out again.

“No, no, I’ll - catch you when you’re not scheming.” He threw his hands up and backed out the door, turning and reaching to pull it shut behind him. Jon knew he should leave it at that. But he couldn’t help the words that spilled from his mouth, unfortunately, loud enough for Tim to hear.

“No need to take that tone-” Tim whipped around faster than Jon thought possible.

“What?” There was a venom in Tim’s voice, the look of disbelief on his face made something twist in Jon’s stomach. He straightened in his seat, attempting to smooth things back down to their normal levels of discomfort. “Nothing. I’ll see you later -”

“No.” Tim stepped back into the room, the door closing silently behind him. He turned the chair in front of Jon’s desk around, sitting on it. “What did you say?” He was leaning over the top of the back of the chair, still managing to tower over Jon even seated and at a distance. Jon once again readjusted in his seat, hoping he didn’t look as uncomfortable as he felt.

“I said there’s no need for the attitude, I know things have been difficult but -” Tim cut him off, again.

“Oh, they have, have they? ‘Things have been difficult?’ You’ve spent a month staring at that footage -” he leaned even closer, practically laying on the desk, “double-checking every moment, timing every tea break, looking at me like I somehow staged it - but no! You’re right: ‘Things have been difficult.’” His face was twisted in anger, his breathing was getting shallower. 

“It just seems a little too convenient!” Jon could feel himself getting worked up, could feel his composure slipping. “Excuse me!?” Tim sounded like he’d been shot. His mouth hung slightly agape, and Jon couldn’t place the look in his eyes.

“I mean, the CCTV is so corrupted that the police can’t just use it immediately, and then they happen to finish restoring it when I start really digging into the murder!? And if it was an option, why not clean it up when she first disappeared!?” He could hear himself getting louder, but he didn’t care. Tim wanted to talk, they were talking now. “And don’t get me started on the lack of cameras in the Archives - I know, I know Elias’s whole spiel about ‘signal degradation’ and ‘installation issues,’ but I don’t buy it. I mean, he got the CO2 system put in easily enough-”

“Shut. Up.” TIm’s voice cut through Jon, silencing him. He looked up to see Tim staring at the desk, teeth and fists both clenched, tight. 

“What-”

“Shut up. Just stop talking. I’m sick of this. I’m sick of you! We didn’t kill Gertrude, and no one wants to kill you, you pompous idiot!” 

“Now, listen here-” Tims hand slammed into the desk.

“No. No. You listen, for once. I was fine in research. Happy. Then you asked me to be transferred here and suddenly it’s all monsters and killers and secret passages, oh my!” He was standing now, making his way around to Jon’s side of the desk. Jon turned in his seat to face him, not yet daring to stand. “And the worst thing - the actual worst thing - is that no one here has my back. With any of it! Elias doesn’t care, Martin just wants a tea party, and Sasha - ugh - and you! - You’re treating me like I’m somehow to blame for it all, like I didn’t suffer the worst right alongside you!” His breathing was ragged now, and Jon stood to meet him. “Well, excuse me if my experiences have made me-” but Tim cut him off again, this time punctuated by shoving him backwards into the wall.

“Your experiences? Fuck you, I got eaten by worms because of you!” His fist was balled in the front of Jon’s shirt, holding him in place against the wall. Jon squirmed in his grasp, turning his head as far up as he could to try and meet Tim’s eyes. Tim’s gaze was hard and set on Jon and nothing else. If looks could kill, well, Jon was glad they couldn’t. 

“Well, what do you want? You want sympathy?” He spat the last word out, and something flashed in Tim’s eyes. His grip on Jon’s shirt tightened and he pushed him further into the wall.

“You know what, yeah! Little bit of basic sympathy would have been nice!” 

“Jane Prentiss was not my fault, I did not bring her to the Archives-”

“Oh, but you went off the deep end afterwards, didn’t you!? Everything went to hell-” He was gesturing wildly at the air with the arm not currently holding Jon in place. “-and when you actually needed to be in charge, you just hid down here and played with your tape recorder.”

“Well, what would you have me do!?”

Tim’s other arm hit the wall, caging Jon in.

“Anything! Anything that wasn't turning into a paranoid lunatic would have been fine! Anything that showed you could actually do your job!” His face was close now, and Jon could feel his breath on his cheeks. He took in a shaky breath. “Well,” he let out a strained laugh, “Elias clearly thinks-”

“Elias should’ve fired you weeks ago!”

“What!?”

“After everything you’ve pulled, you should be gone. But no! Instead, we all get to talk about how you’re feeling, because we’re worried about our stalker boss. I, I can’t do this anymore!” Tim was shaking now, and it was sending shockwaves through Jon. Jon didn’t know what to say to help, because nothing would fix this. Whatever he and Tim had had before Jane Prentiss, before the Archives? It was gone. Dead and buried and never coming back no matter how much he dug. He could stand there searching for words forever and none of them would undo the damage. So instead, he said all he could think to, knowing it would be the final nail in the coffin. “Then quit.” He heard his voice crack and prayed Tim didn’t, “If you hate it so much, leave your post in the Archives. Permanently.”

“Are you firing me?” The shock in Tim’s voice was like a twist of the knife Jon was trying to desperately pretend wasn’t driving its way through his heart. That same, unidentifiable look passed in his eyes, and it made Jon hesitate for a moment before proceeding.

“...I’m offering you a chance to quit. No notice period, I’ll even make sure you get the rest of the month’s paycheck. Just say the words.” The silence hung between them like a challenge. Neither of them moved, Jon could barely feel Tim’s breath on his face, almost like he was afraid breathing would be response enough. Tim slumped forward, forehead practically resting on Jon’s.

“I want to…” It came out more like a release of breath than words.

“So do it.” Jon’s voice dropped to match.

“I…Can’t.” His voice cracked, and Jon saw tears beginning to fall from his eyes.

“Why not?” 

“I, I can’t! I don’t know - why can’t I quit!?”

“I-I don’t know. But I don’t think I can fire you either…”

“What?”

“It’s this place.”

“...I don’t understand.”

“Neither do I. I’m trying to figure it out I-I’ve got the shape of it but…” He started to reach for him, to offer him some kind of comfort, but his hand froze halfway to Tim’s arm. It hung in the air along with all their unspoken words. “I’m sorry, Tim. Truly I am. But I cannot and will not trust you. This place isn’t right - you see that now. I don’t know how or why, but there is something very wrong with the Archives. And I don’t know who here is a victim of it - and who is an agent.” The words filled the ever closing space between them, and they stung like salt in an open wound. Tim took in a shaky breath. “So… What do we do?”

“For now…? I suppose we just… do our jobs.”

“I don’t want to.”

“No.” Jon let the moment hang in the air. Let it be for a moment, acceptance washing over him. This was it, the end. Tim made no attempt to move, still gripping Jon’s shirt like a life-line, his other arm firmly planted against the wall, both keeping Jon from moving an inch. Jon’s own arm still hung in the air beside them, half extended to touch the arm holding his shirt. Tim’s grip tightened on Jon’s shirt, which he didn’t think possible, and his face twisted like he was deep in thought. “Tim, can you please let go?” His voice was smaller than he was proud of, but he was worried to speak any louder would make Tim do something rash. His eyes were unfocused, still looking down at Jon, but more vaguely than trained on him like prey. He tried again, in case he hadn’t heard him. “Tim.”

“No.”

“Please..”

“SHUT. UP!” His voice boomed with the sudden raise in volume, and before Jon even knew what was happening, his lips were crashing into his own. It was nothing like he’d imagined kissing Tim would be like, though he knew he didn’t deserve the soft, careful kisses he had imagined. He knew he didn’t even deserve this one. He let himself be manhandled, Tim’s hand moving off the wall to hold his jaw firmly in place while he kissed him. Jon let his hand finally fall against Tim’s chest. Flat at first, then eventually allowing himself to also clutch Tim’s shirt, pulling him further into him. He didn’t know how long he had, but he was going to relish in it as long as he could. Tim’s weight shifted almost like he’d stepped closer, god could they get any closer, and then all at once he was gone. He pulled back, putting some distance between them, and stared at Jon.   His face was flushed, his lips bright pink and still wet from the kiss. And that look in his eyes was back though Jon still couldn’t quite place it. Jon took in a breath, his whole body shaking from the effort, he knew he must look pathetic. Neither of them said anything, the silence between them back, but so different now. Tim shuffled further away from Jon, back towards the door.

“...I. um, suppose I’ll see you later.”

“I suppose so.” The door creaked loudly behind Tim as he shut it. Jon fell back down into his chair, slumped with defeat. So they weren’t going to talk about it, great. What was one more thing they wouldn’t talk about? Jon thought of getting up and following Tim, but he knew Tim wouldn’t want that. His eyes fell to the tape recorder, wheels still spinning. 

“End supplemental.” The tape recorder clicked off. ------------------------------

[hemi-demi]

Jon can have some fantasy sequences where his vampire boyfriend feeds on him sometimes, as a treat ❤️

Art from chapter 14 of my long fic Lucid. There are two chapters with vampires and Jon wears a dress. Your welcome.

Heads up, I write Jon as a demisexual and the fic is rated extremely E, so please be aware of that if it isn't the flavor of ace you're comfortable exploring with this character. K bai love you.

[drawfitwr]

Had this random idea of a TMA fic

What if Sasha woke up from a long nightmare a few days after Jon's promotion. Her eyes more than slightly dry, as if she slept without closing them (and/ or as if she had cried a lot).

Her nightmare was about a creature that kills and replaces her (as if it could be about anything else, right? :p)

And, after her death, the nightmare was told/shown from another person pov (say Tim, Jon, Martin, or whoever). So, basically, she saw everything that happens in the whole 5 seasons. (Didn't felt it though, so she isn't marked, nor traumatized).

Now, yes, it's weird. But she only recently began working in the archives as an assistant, so she assumes it was her mind being angry at Jon for 'stealing' her promotion and, as an envy relief, having him go through hell.

Sasha feels bad about this, she didn't know she was that angry at Jon. As shown in the nightmare, it wasn't his fault (nor choice, maybe) to be promoted.

She also thinks that, if her nightmare were to be reality, not being promoted was just a way to dodge a big bullet of trauma. Another unconscious justification to stop thinking of her new job as incomplete and unsatisfactory, perhaps. But then, why would she die in said job either way?

She promises herself to not go near artifact storage ever again.

Now she just has to go to work and avoid thinking that she unconsciously shipped her boss with a coworker.

Avoid thinking how much sense it would make if her best friend died avenging his brother. She would hate that reality.

Avoid thinking of the terrifying idea of her nightmare being a premonition. And praying to not find Jon stressing about statements that won't record digitally.

When she makes it to the archives and sees Tim with a tape recorder in hand, she knows her prays went unlistened.

[cade-space]

Heeeeyyyy guuuuyyysss so I published my first fic ever on ao3 and if you like jmart one shots you should give it a read. Non explicit hurt/comfort that still ends with dread!

💚

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[vampires-oxymorons]

random jon&gerry average time travel fix-it bit

"You look like you've seen a ghost".

Jon observes the person in the doorway with wide eyes. They enter his office and close the door behind them. Jon sits in his chair silently, not knowing what to do. When nothing smart comes to mind, he grabs a pen from his desk and throws it at them.

"Ow," Gerry says flatly. "What for?"

"Firstly, you deserved it. Secondly, to check if it'll go through".

They chuckle. "Ah, what a warm welcome. Feels like it's 2014 again", Gerry jokes, but they quickly cringe at their own words.

[saturn-garden]

give me your best TMA fix it fic recommendations i beg

[star-lacedd]

i’m brainstorming for my tma fic rn thats essentially an epilogue/ fix it fic taking place immediately post-cannon and it’s making me want to sob.

those tragic little gay fucks are invading every square inch of my mind

[scattered-dreamers]

Started on my TMA fix-it fic!!

Everything for the foreseeable future is going to be pre-canon since I haven’t finished the podcast yet.

Jon remembers everything but yes the ONLY one who remembers everything. This is set a year or so before Mag 001 - Anglerfish.

This will give Jon a chance to become closer with Martin. Jon will also use this chance to become friends with some different sources and other characters will show up as well.

He will also get some precautions put in place super early.

Nobody dies in this fic—Well, nobody important: no main characters, no side characters who were mistreated.

Nobody does but shit still hits the fan.

[fartoomanyeyes]

Hello :)

I discovered book binding as somewhat of a new hobby for me and thanks to tumblr, I had a great start with so many nice people sharing their personal work.

So I thought, I might just do that myself. I made some book covers and also a formatted pdf version of "Yesterday Is Here" by CirccusGrey. It is one of my favourite TMA fics out there and it and the author deserves so much love!

This is my Google Drive I´m using now to share my designs, if some of you are interested :)

Lots of Love

Izzy

P.S.: the QR Code gets you to the AO3 page of "Yesterday Is Here" lol

[watchingyoufromthestars]

Statement of Rebecca Swallows, regarding her wife’s strange behavior with worms. Statement recorded by Scary Marlowe, Head Archivist of the Abramz Institute, Sam Dimas.

Statement begins.

Characters: Scary Marlowe, Rebecca Swallows-Oak-Garcia, Sparrow Oak, Normal Oak

Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Worms, Maggots, Trypophobia, Delusions, Trans Sparrow Oak, Screenplay/Script Format, Statement Fic (The Magnus Archives)

I haven’t written fanfic in a hot minute but I needed to put worms in my wife

[necer0s]

So I just finished a relisten of The Magnus Archives, and I’m having real trouble finding any fanfics that mesh with my personal headcanons and understanding of TMA. I love a good fix-it time travel fic, but it’s so hard for me to read a fic that professes to fix canon if it doesn’t deal with the fact that the Web is sentient and perfectly able to arrange a different apocalypse if the Entities aren’t destroyed or somehow bound to never enter reality. Does anyone have a TMA fic rec where the Entities themselves are actually dealt with? I know Esama wrote one, but I’d really love to read more.

[disappointingcabbage]

TMA fans gimme fic recs (my only rule is no jonelias and nothing super sexual)