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Don't tell Jonathan about this blog | Will, assistant archivist at the Magnus Institute | Gay and stupid and sometimes I write

[ddoodler]

👁️

[singersalvageart]

late nights at the archives (season 1)

[cosmoscore]

[Gif Description: An animated gif of Jonathan Sims from The Magnus Archives against a black background. Jon is a thin man with light brown skin and short dark hair. He is wearing a green cardigan, a light pink tie, and rectangular glasses. Jon is sitting at a desk surrounded by books and an open laptop. There is a steaming mug of tea on top of a stack of books. Jon is reading - looking very focused - and fiddling with a pencil held between two fingers. /end desc]

[forget-mad-not]

so... aziraphale potentially had some leitners in his bookshop, right?

[kovmi]

posting blursed jonmartin content before the world ends

[valeriamon]

[mykimouser]

“I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want.” -richard siken

[clarionglass]

as i’ve been threatening for literally months now, tiny martin is finally done! I Love Himb with my whole heart, and like with making tiny jon, i just had to create a version i could hug when things get rough in canon.

once again, the pattern has been ganked from designs by allison hoffman (craftyiscool) on ravelry, but i’ve done a lot of customisation :) 

more details on the making, and each pic in the sequence, under the cut!

Keep reading

[thecolabubble]

Jurgen Leitner Apology Video

[rejectedtmastatements]

Statement of Jurgen Leitner, regarding how sorry he is.

[ricetrippycreeps]

[gentlemanbones]

READER BEWEADER YOU’RE IN FOR A SCEADER

[assistant-archivist]

It’s been a hot minute since I wrote literally anything but um, here we are back at it.

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The man is not alone in the woods. 

Leaves and twigs snap and crunch beneath his feet. Leaves and twigs snap and crunch behind him - from where, he does not know. He keeps moving, because there is little else he can do. Nothing else he can do. 

The man is not alone in the woods. 

He does not run. He ducks beneath low hanging branches, steps over roots and fallen tree trunks, and ignores the eerie, distant calls of birds that should not be calling yet. He tries not to think too hard about the sounds surrounding him, all of which sound far away. A little too far. 

The man is not alone in the woods. 

The night is still. Too still. Everything but the trees around him and the sound of his footsteps - leaves and twigs snap and crunch beneath his feet, leaves and twigs snap and crunch behind him - fades away. Do the birds sound a little odd? The birds sound a little odd. A little strange. A little wrong. In the way that is more internally sense than outwardly perceived. In the way that one can know but not describe. 

The man is not alone in the woods. 

He is kept company by a presence that is inwardly sense, not outwardly perceived. 

The man is not alone in the woods. 

How did he get here? - leaves and twigs snap and crunch beneath his feet - Where is he going? - leaves and twigs snap and crunch behind him -

Leaves and twigs. 

Snap. 

Crunch. 

The man stops. “Where am I?” Where is he? He made a mistake. 

The man is not alone in the woods. 

Leaves and twigs do not snap and crunch beneath his feet. Leaves and twigs snap and crunch behind him. 

The man is not alone in the woods. 

[hexfrogs]

idk this made me laugh

[portaltworemade-deactivated2021]

oh no

[measuringspoon2]

[soda-and-pop]

Helen: *t-posing in her doorway* be my friend archivist

Jon: *spraying her with water* get out of here, go on, get!

[andlatitude]

[sciencehook]

Circuit Scribe is a rollerball pen that writes with conductive silver ink. It makes creating circuits as easy as doodling.

[ariaste]

@punyhoomans

[byzantienne]

This is actually magic (… electromagnetism is basically magic) and I love it incredibly.

[ceruleancynic]

oh dear god this is stunning 

[voidbat]

holy

[shamelesslydrawingin]

Am i the only one freaking out how stable is that person’s hand

[itemsinthearchive]

Artifact 821239

A large box, filled with smooth fist-sized rocks. Each rock is carved with the names and positions of past Institute employees. On the bottom of each rock is a carving of an eye. Cross referencing with employment records show connections to nearly every person who worked at the Institute. Though the box was found in a far corner of the Storage area, it has rocks for employees that left the Institute mere months ago.