Sashajames Stories

(The Magnus Archives is a podcast owned by Rusty Quill, and does not belong to me. Be sure to listen to the actual podcast if you havent already. This is only a fan-made satire of the original. I am also writing this because I like the original and usually like writing parodies for media's I enjoy, so do not take this as if I'm mocking the original./gen) TWS FOR PROFANITY, CIGARETTES, ALCOHOL, GETTING DRUNK, ETC. SUMMARY: The Magnolia Institute covers various statements from over the years, which are apparently supposed to be paranormal encounters. About everyone else at the institute takes this seriously, except for the one who should actually be taking this seriously the most-the Head Archivist, Jonathan Sims.

Intentionally bad Magnus Archives s1 crackfic (??) inspired by the first bit of episode 161 please enjoy. its litreally horrible but it will fulfill 13 y/o me's dream of having a regularly updated fic on here (characters belong to Rusty Quill and Jonathan Sims)

"Something is rotten inside of me. I have to find it and cut it out." - house song, searows. Female reader X sasha [content warnings in desc] When y/n takes an archival assistant job at the magnus Institute, she meets someone. Sasha James became her best friend, but y/n never understood what she felt when she looked at her. Content warnings: Homophobia Compulsory heterosexuality Bullying Paranormal shit duh Eating disorders Discrimination ANDDD one more thing! I've not written a fanfic in a while, so bare with me, lol!! and in this au, sasha is indeed bisexual:) Enjoy!

Martin K. Blackwood really needed a job. So when he came across the opening for Night Guard at the British Museum, his love of history was his second motivation for taking it, after his love of keeping himself alive. But mystery surrounds those dark halls and a click of a tape recorder and a sigh from a fading man seems to be one that decides to haunt him. (I literally suck at descriptions but in a nutshell, this is Jonathon Sims x Martin Blackwood from The Magnus Archives, following the vague plot of Night in the Museum. Don't ask. Just read it.) NEW CHAPTERS EVERY WEEK.

cover art by @noahdea.art on insta this is literally so short. It's just a singular one- shot. will I make a thing full of one shots? probably not- but enjoy this ig

Tim wants to know what went wrong. What he did wrong. Why was there an ocean of distance, What did he forget? Not!Sasha makes Tim question everything.

A collection of statements and experiences from employees at the Magnus Institute as well as other persons of interest. C/W: These works deal with canon-typical violence and topics, and have trauma as a main factor in some of the stories. Please read with caution if this in anyway affects you. If you have further questions, please ask. Please keep in mind the following stories are works of fiction and are in no way canon to the official story. These are merely my reimagining of different scenes and extra parts I imagined. I do not own The Magnus Archives and all rights go to official owners.

IMPORTANT: If you've seen this story on Ao3 that's me! Which is probably obvious because my name on there is just @/needscaffeinerightnow instead you know? Anyways, as far I know no one has stolen anything from me :) Jon is very popular in Twitter ;) Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own The Magnus Archives (Are disclaimers still needed on here??)

Archivist Hunt!Sasha AU. Mainly here as a backup for AO3, but if you like it then that's also cool!

The Magnus Archives. Timothy Stoker is down in the storage room recording himself with an extra tape-recorder, his suspicions and how he personal felt about the real Sasha, his friend, a person he had a good bond with. knowing he can't quit his job he's going insane. This is a short story, I have no thoughts of adding much to it.

>> TAKES PLACE IN SEASON 1 . << SPOILERS FOR TMA + THE MECHANISMS [¿] # this shit's so embarrassing .

"I was not expecting this. This was so much more. You have stayed the hungry hunters, You have locked Death's door. For all your skulking, slinking, sneering. For all I was fearing;" This is a magnus archives fanfic, we do not own any of the art (unless we claim it outright) and we do not own the Magnus Archives or any of the characters used in this fic, all credit for the characters goes to Rusty Quil Productions, please go support them on YouTube!

[This story has been abandoned, Im sorry to say. Its incredibly cringey to my current self, and frankly i just forgot too much about TMA as time went on to keep writing the characters in good faith without them being too OOC or lore divergent. If you enjoy this fic i encourage you to write your own!] Spoilers for up to mag 200 The archives crew have found themselves transported to a strange house in a rather nonsensical neighbourhood, with avatars who should be dead as their neighbours. With no way to die and a strange force whom most certainly is not the author, what hijinks will ensue? I believe in 2015 style chatfic supremacy so I HAD to make this. This is one of my first fics ever so I may not be the best at it, but i hope that atleast I can entertain anyone who reads. art done by me Technically an everyone lives AU except they still died, they just got better

Wattpad is forcing me to create an entire description and name, so let's ruin any credibility I have as a fanfiction writer by simply saying it: this is a fanfic made by a college loser boy in his spare time. It is (at the time of writing) just ONE short story inspired by the Magnus Archives/Protocol. RustyQuill makes the Magnus Universe, and all rights are attributed to it. They're the giga god-brains who wrote this whole universe into reality; I am some schmuck who's not able to understand calculus. If you enjoy this short story, which is NOT CANNON and is merely FANFICTION, please listen to the Magnus Archives anywhere you get podcasts. Kay, bye.

Cover art: cocoabats All transcripts posted here are taken from 'The Magnus Archives Transcripts Archive Archive A (Extremely Unofficial)' on GitHub.

she was free. she was free. she was here and she was free and the door was closed. where she was now, well, she'd have to figure that one out.

Martin hears the familiar sound of laughter echoing around the archives & immediately knows who the culprit is. It's about time he got some revenge on Tim

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