#the spirit of the archivist???
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james-spooky · 5 months ago
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BABE WAKE UP NEW ARCHIVIST JUST DROPPED 🔥
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eekonis · 1 year ago
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the archivist and the 13 fears
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whoishotteranimepolls · 1 month ago
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"Who's Hotter?" White Haired Boys
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buonaseranatasha · 2 months ago
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Yeah Sammy you certainly got Wizard of Oz’d there
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iwillfightgodandwin · 11 months ago
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seraphiteshaven · 1 year ago
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Okay so- get this—
I've seen a lot of fanfics where Jon vomits ink and okay so that's because he “eats” statements, right? Okay well what if he actually ate the words right off the paper and that's why.
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toms-topic · 1 year ago
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AU where Sasha and Tim became avatars instead of dying so now there are 3 avatars loose in the archives
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princess-of-purple-prose · 2 months ago
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HIII writing prompt “monster” and 7? 💕
Giggling the teensiest bit, I love you <3 No, really, I love you, because 7 was, amusingly, the wildcard number, so randomly picking landed me on TIM STOKER, and I don’t think I’ve ever written in his pov before but this CONSUMED ME?? I haven’t written this much in one go in weeks, forget this fast?? This also, uh, turned into full-out jontim, which was a complete accident because this was SUPPOSED to be a meditation on him mid-Research era. Aha. Enjoy!!!!
“—and that,” Jon declares, “is why it’s so vital to continue establishing Hope Spots, not just in spots ripe for ecotourism, but across the world.” He takes what must be his first breath in ten full minutes, and it’s only then that he seems to register Tim and Sasha’s twin gleeful expressions. His own expression goes a little funny. “Tim, Sasha, please tell me you weren’t—”
Sasha is already stabbing at her phone, fumbling a little before she actually hits the right button. “Twelve minutes and forty-six seconds! A new record!”
“The man’s a monster!” Tim toasts Jon with a whoop, and Jon—there’s really no other word for it: he fully pouts at Tim, wrinkling his nose so primly it makes Tim want to bear-hug him right then and there. He sublimates the urge by being even more over-the-top, trying to see if he can make Jon’s nose scrunch up even more. “Attenborough who! I want all my documentaries voiced by this man!” Opposite him, Sasha dissolves into tiny giggles, sweet and delicate as a spray of mayflowers.
“Sasha missed the ‘stop’ button about five times, you can’t call that—” Jon snorts, but his cheeks have turned the rich cherry of his desk back at Research, so he can’t be that mad about their subpar timekeeping of his latest incredibly disorganized, incredibly endearing overview of the last documentary he watched.
“Jonnnnnn, take the win!” Tim cries, and he gives in and slings an arm around Jon’s shoulder like it belongs there. God, the man’s teeny, they need to make sure he gets some carbs in him. On that note— “Take some chips, too, you’re built like a bird!”
“And you’re built like,” Jon grumps, “a—a—” He scowls and takes a chip, presumably only to cover the fact that he’s too drunk to come up with a simile. Contrary little bastard, he is. “Get off me, you arse.”
Tim makes a complaining sound even as he immediately pulls away—only for Jon to jolt and then practically butt up into Tim’s hovering arm, far more housecat than bird. Tim freezes, not putting any pressure against Jon even though they’re skin-to-cardigan again.
“Jon…?”
Oh, there it is, there’s that wrinkled nose. Tim loses his breath, a little bit. “I didn’t mean it,” Jon says, scowling even harder than he’d been before and refusing to look Tim’s way. “It’s—It’s cold in here, alright?”
As a matter of fact, it is a comfortable degree of stifling in here, and Jon is in a cardigan that’s more than enough to ward off the mild autumnal chill and drunk besides. Jon seems well aware of this, or maybe not aware at all, because as Tim settles tentatively against him again, he grabs for his long-forgotten glass and downs the rest of it. Tim gives Sasha a wide-eyed look, only for her—traitor! Disloyal turncoat!— to smirk back, propping her chin up with a hand and arching her perfect eyebrows at him.
“Oh, shut up,” he snips, cheeks warming, just as Jon sets down his now-empty glass. Jon turns to him curiously, having entirely missed the exchange, and Tim turns his brightest beam on him and coos, “Not you, you’re a delight and I’m glad you’re sitting next to me and not”—he aims another scowl her way, and Sasha sticks her tongue out at him—“Sasha over there, because she gives me a hard enough time without you there to egg her on worse.”
Sasha smirks harder. Tim wishes he could kick her under the table without Jon noticing.
“I’m perfectly capable of siding with her even while sitting practically on top of you,” Jon sniffs, drier than anyone should be capable of being with that quantity of liquor in them, and Tim gapes in outrage even as delight fills him up to the tips of his ears to match Jon’s still-red cheeks.
“That’s what I like to hear, Jon!” Sasha cheers, raising her own empty glass to him. Jon quirks a wicked little grin and does the same.
Tim emits a high-pitched squawk of disbelief. “With friends like you, who needs enemies?” He sags dramatically against Jon, relishing in his little grumble of annoyance as he gets crushed. “What’s a guy to do?”
“Buy us more drinks?” Sasha suggests innocently to the tune of Jon’s sniggering, and Tim groans theatrically even as he flags down the waiter for another round. Monsters, the both of them! he laments to himself. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
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personnotfound · 9 months ago
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The newest episode of tmagp actually has one of my favorite incidents of the series so far and, while I fully understand why, it is a little unfortunate how overshadowed it has been. It just really works for me as a spooky little story that feels terribly familiar to me as someone who is frequently in situations that are scarily unfamiliar and wrong, usually followed by my senses not working right. My memory has lense flare and faces look the same. Only voices are distinct, but I do not know what they are saying. There are a few other things but the point is, I liked it a lot.
On a related note, I might be the least surprised person in the fandom that I have seen about Gerry and Gertrude. Once Celia showed up I pretty much completely shifted my perspective on the series. It has been said that you don't need to listen to the previous series to understand this one, which doesn't actually mean they're unrelated. Really it just means that the overlap will be adequately explained for new listeners to catch on.
But it seems we're mostly on the same page about that.
To bounce around a bit, it was established in the previous series that different universes can have time differences, so either Gerry doesn't have cancer or the cancer hasn't killed him yet here, and Gertrude successfully burned down the institute. Good for her.
I know that they must be involved in the supernatural somehow because. She called him her grandson. Unless she adopted him after something happened to his parents (not impossible, his dad did work for TMI), they still met later in life and developed a close relationship.
I could be relying on TMA too much here though. Feel free to speculate with me.
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levbolton · 2 years ago
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I be like: skrunkly blorbo! and it’s just a white haired man
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and whatever’s happening with Bokuto’s hair
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steampunkserpent · 1 year ago
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**Christmas war crimes**
Christmas war crimes But with fun little rhymes As he wonders what are his lines Haarlep proclaims with holiday chimes. "Old man, holy fuck are you behind with the times~" Ascended fiend, breaking its confines Is sliding against the floors to break their spine He thinks it's a growl but it sounds more like a whine "Haarlep, you harlot, don´t forget you`re mine" And the Archivist, forgotten as ever, sighed as he behold the floors lost shine
Thank you @dmagedgoods, @karneo for this glorious masterpiece in the server
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just-an-enby-lemon · 1 year ago
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After the end of the world think I'm gonna give a small pause in TMA and go listen to Spirit Box Radio.
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spirits-art-blog · 2 years ago
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New Sona I call The Archivist.
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whoishotteranimepolls · 2 months ago
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"Who's Hotter?" White Haired Boys
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hopeful-hugz · 2 years ago
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🥚 Keeping track of some of the loose “Storylines” going on and making tags for them. Also mentioning the blogs involved in the tags.
🌌 Moving the Story Along... (Main Plot) 🤍 Teyvat Travels (Hope || Quest to Make Joel a Custom Calayst) 🖤 The Heartless Archivist (Chamyle || Wonderworld Side Plot) 🖤 Truth, Lies and Parties (Chamyle || Mystic Messenger Side Plot*) 💜 The Too-Pure Spirit (Melody || Wonderworld Side Plot) 💙 Three’s Company (Teal || Pokemon Side Plot*) 🧡 Little Fires, Big Beginnings (Fir || Pokemon Side Plot)
* Ship potential
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iwillfightgodandwin · 11 months ago
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