Watching The Magnus Archives (Im Only On Episode 40~ So No Spoilers, Please) And I Have So Many Thoughts

Watching The Magnus Archives (I’m only on episode 40~ so no spoilers, please) and I have so many thoughts for some g/t. I’m probably gonna start on a little one shot with giant Jon bc he gives off such mean giant energy.

Feasting On Silent Screams 1/1

Warnings: Mentions of vore/graphic description of vore, minor TMA spoilers for Jon’s abilities.

The part with the graphic description has been italicised and it can be skipped. I’ve got a longer Magnus Archives one shot that I’ve got scheduled for later this month so have a little nugget I wrote today. I’ve nearly finished the entire series and so far I’m loving it.

Sasha was the only one brave enough to go into The Archivist’s office. Or she was stupid, if you asked Tim. But Tim didn’t count, if you asked Sasha.

She hadn’t seen Jon in a few days and she wasn’t sure where he disappeared off to. Still, she was taking the opportunity to go into his office and see if she could find some more pencil lead. It wasn’t something they needed but she liked being able to draw and write.

Humming to herself, Sasha glanced around the desk. There was a messy pile of paper, a tape recorder and a microphone. The tape recorder and microphone didn’t mean anything to her since she couldn’t borrow anything useful from them but she went over to the paper.

It was a pile of statements and she tsked as she leafed through them. There weren’t any blank pages and she groaned in quiet annoyance. She’d been hoping there would be a blank paper she could take a piece off.

Standing up, she brushed herself off and wandered over to the partially opened drawer. A cursory look and her eyes locked onto a pencil that had been ran down too small for a human to use.

It would easily be enough lead for a few months at least and Sasha beamed.

Pressing her front to the desk, Sasha slid herself to the edge until she could drop into the drawer, landing in a crouch. She grabbed the pencil and slipped it into her bag, grinning to herself.

There was the sound of a door slamming and light streamed into the room. Sasha mentally cursed as fear coursed through her as she backed further into the drawer.

She made fun of Tim but his fear of Jon was something she shared.

“Where is it?” There came the sound of paper being scattered, “No, no, no— none of these!” A bang as something was slammed overhead.

Sasha clenched her teeth, forcing back a yelp. Her ears rang and she felt dizzy as the sound echoed around her on all sides.

“What is that?” The Archivist sounded like he was sniffling but Sasha realised with a sense of sinking dread that he sounded like he’d caught the scent of something. Was it her? How?

“Someone’s in here.” He mumbled and Sasha trembled, tears pricking in her eyes. “Where…”

The drawer suddenly was pulled into the open and Sasha snapped her head up, faced with The Archivist’s vibrant green eyes.

“Oh, now this is interesting.” Before Sasha could even consider running, she was grabbed and brought into the open. “You’re tiny.” A fingertip tilted her head up and she was split between squeezing her eyes shut or keeping her eyes on the threat before her.

She kept them open to see the glowing green eyes that seem to look through her very soul.

“It’s incredible! According to the square cube law, something so small shouldn’t exist.” The Archivist’s unoccupied hand came up to grasp at her face. Sasha had her face squished and manipulated until it was seared into The Archivist’s memory.

It was when a finger pulled at her lips with a mumble about eating habits that Sasha snapped and bit the digit, which was quickly pulled away. “Well, I was just going to satiate my curiosity, but I suppose you’ll make a fine snack.”

Immediately, ever horror story of borrowers being eaten came to Sasha in a blur of crimson and white. She could practically smell the metallic scent of her own blood. Hear the sound of her bones crunching and muscles squelching as she was chewed into unidentifiable paste. See the spray of blood as her limbs were torn off until she blacked out from the pain.

Her panicked mind wondered which The Archivist would prefer. To eat her whole or tear her to bloody ribbons first. Would he enjoy her screams? Relish in her fear?

There was a satisfied hum from above and Sasha whimpered in terror.

When her feet touched the ground, she froze and forced her bleary gaze to focus. Jon had set her down and left the room. She didn’t know what he was doing but she didn’t hesitate.

Shaky hands dug her hook into the desk and she slid down the rope, barely feeling the burn of her hands. Sasha thudded to the ground and desperately tugged at her rope, pulling a chunk of wood out of the desk. She spooled it as she sprinted, stumbling over the thread as she ran.

When she entered the tunnels, she didn’t stop. She kept sprinting, scrambling through the tunnels with an urgency she’d never felt before.

Sasha barely remembered to toss of her bag before she collapsed onto her bed, burying herself in the pile of fabric scraps as if it would protect her. She trembled and sobbed as she curled into herself, trying to scrub the images out of her mind.

It didn’t work.

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This one’s a little darker but I think it’s in the same vein as TMA in general. I played with how Jon’s fear-eating works, in that he can also absorb fear more passively. I have a little extra tidbit for this that gets much grittier so I may post that at some point.

Happy Hug a Tiny Day!!

When yer s/o is so exhausted they act like a limp ragdoll in your hands (at least until you smother them with a giant hug)

Fanfiction Work-In-Progress Guessing Game

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in

70 year old borrower who’s gone through too much shit to even bother hiding from the humans, she will steal in full sight if she pleases then turn and fuss at the giant for not buying more nutritious food.

the giant spends most of their time begging tiny Meemaw to “PLEASE, I can LIFT YOU, you don’t need to USE A GRAPPLING HOOK YOU’RE SEVENTY” and Meemaw brushes them off, tells them to get a haircut, and continues puttering around the house in ways that stresses the giant out immensely

other aromantic g/t creators focusing on non-romantic content where are you