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As the new Archivist debates between life and death, the Eye ponders on what to offer him in order to avoid an encore of the unfortunate situation with his predecessor.
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Gerard Keay opens his eyes at what feels like fuck-ass in the morning, inside a room with far too little space and far too much dust.
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Bookmarked by Id0ntHaveIssues
05 Mar 2026
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Absolutely FIRE
I think I died like 20 times while reading but thats okay I live on
10/10, no notes 100%AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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It's been almost four years since Michael Shelley succeeded Gertrude Robinson as the Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute. Almost four years of relative peace and quiet, interspersed with the odd bout of supernatural bullshit. Michael is engaged, document storage is tidier than it has ever been, and things are looking... good.
But the Web has been biding its time, and now it's ready to make its next move. It may have lost the battle to place Jon in the Archivist's chair, but there are still ways to get its plans back on track, and it has plenty of pieces left on the board.
(This is a sequel to Break Me Like A Pattern. I recommend reading that first, or you will be very confused.)
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- Part 2 of Archivist Michael AU (BMLAP)
Bookmarked by Id0ntHaveIssues
26 Jul 2026
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EVERYBODY GO READ BMLAP NOOOWWW!!!!!
This is technically the sequel but OHH THE SERIES IS AAAAMAAZING!!!!!!! ＼(^o^)／
1000/10 mate NEVER stop cooking ~!!
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and it never goes out by takingyournarrative for hypnoshatesme
Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
06 Feb 2022
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“We could die out here,” said Gerry. Eyes on the road, hands loose around the steering wheel— there was no reason to say it, but Michael thought he understood. The late hour or the glimmering night, the rush of darker shapes on the road beside them; the mind wandered. “A bus … some truck that goes a little off course …” He made a quiet sound, a crashing sound, and it was oddly contemplative but still didn’t sound fully serious.
Michael regarded him for only a second before leaning back against his headrest, eyes fluttering closed. “It’d be a privilege,” he murmured, tucking one hand behind his neck.
There was a pause from the driver’s seat, and then, “Sorry?”
A brief flare of light — some passing car — lit the backs of Michael’s eyelids red. Curiosity in Gerry’s voice, confusion, and below them the old familiar concern, raw and genuine. Michael felt the corner of his mouth turn up in spite of himself. “To die by your side.”Bookmarked by Id0ntHaveIssues
13 Jan 2026
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Poetic MASTERPIECE, shakespeare is Shaking rn
10/10, no notes (trust)
Reminds me of my own writing in EVERY BEST WAY EVER!!
(Also I have a very big sore spot for doorkeay)