#the magnus archves

[camilleisback]

Meanwhile, Peter and Elias while going through their sixth divorce.

#peter lukas #elias bouchard #lonely eyes #the lonely #the eye #elias bouchard/peter lukas #elias x peter #the magnus archives #the magnus archves humor

[mogielnik]

arson, a fun activity that brings generations together ❤🔥

#Gerard Keay #gerry keay #fan art #gertrude robinson #tma fanart #the magnus archves #digital illustration

[spicyturbines]

get urself a worm gf (10001 worm gfs)

#jane prentiss #tma #the magnus archves #sasha james #rusty quill #tw trypophobia #trypophobia #cw bugs #bugs #cw worms #worms #tell me if i need anymore tags! #zozo art #sashajane #janesasha #? idk if they have a ship ma #name* #sasha x jane #yeah im done

[starrypawz]

Thinking about  that post about” peak interior design to me is maximalism with dark green or black walls “

And like ‘You know what in at least one version of events Gerry deserves to have a house with that aesthetic’

#tma #the magnus archves #gerry keay #gerard keay #just like: yes give him a classy fancy goth looking house at least once bls

[archivistbot]

Jon, want some cake? I made one and have no one to share it with.

ARCHIVIST:  Uh… yes.

[FAINT SOUNDS OF CAKE AND RECREATION]

#the magnus archves #ask #Anonymous

[marimo-art]

More old doodles.

#marimo-art #fanart #tma #the magnus archves #gerard keay #gerry keay #jonathan sims #basira hussain #magnuspod

[mu-mumie]

Včera jsem znovu vysvětila okna, zbavila se prachu, osprchovala a přesadila rostlinstvo, stvořila oběd a ještě stihla jít kreslit ven.

Dnes už mý socialistický hodiny hlásej skoro 16:00 a já neudělala nic kromě tohohle:

...a pocit spokojenosti se vyrovná pocitu včerejšímu.

Přivítejte mou nově přesazenou myšku mezi Sauronem a Panopticonem a hažte na mne nápady na jména! O...o

#Ráchel Hilda Kornelius Ufna Hexen-Íbn-Il a Platón jsou už zabraný #takže něco jinýho prosím #moje tmoucí kytka #potřebuje pokřtít O....o #the magnus archves #čumblr #tma #hezky česky #tyhle tagy vedle sebe vypadaj humorně xD #M #moje #Udělej si své Beholding #všímáte si té ZELENÉ nitě kterou je to přichycený? #všímáte si jak to KRÁSNĚ LADÍ že????

[shittyavatarideas]

Avatar of the Corruption who is, frankly, out of ideas. Prentiss is doing bugs, Amherst is doing disease and Vilakazi is doing obsessive love. That's all the corruption things. What's left, messing up someone's house?

jane was doing worms all other bugs are free game 

#tartigrade corruption avatar... #ask #the corruption #tma #the magnus archves

[radiojamming]

>Get stressed about the TMA season 5 trailer

>Make a TMA-themed pie

#the magnus archves #tma

[bare1ythere]

same anon here! IT TOTALLY IS ABOUT THE SYMBOLISMS! Jon and Martin's theme showing how they change and grow, just. Chef kiss. And about Jon!! having his theme changed by The Eye theme while showing the other entities instruments as he gets marked, while also making his original theme go through his emotional states. the S2 paranoia with off keys and dissonant sounds, S3 with more calmness but uncertain, S4 being softer, allowing to show himself and trust, maybe mirroring some of Martin's theme

Jon’s theme is ESPECIALLY interesting to me because there’s So Much fun stuff you could throw in there motif wise. Jon’s paranoia, his uncertain determination in s3, and hints of martin’s theme + lonely motifs in his s4 theme (as imo Jon was being drawn into the lonely as well, just a bit more indirectly.) 

Jon’s s5 theme could be Very fun to toy around with. I feel like it would be simultaneously the softest and the most distorted version of his theme, showing the mix of avatarhood and sadness that’s affecting Jon (Concept for the title for his theme within the safehouse post MAG160: “I Survived the End of the World and All I Got was this Survivor’s Guilt”). Though when he leaves the safehouse there could be some underlying instrument added to his soft s5 theme to show a little more drive as they make their way to the panopticon, but not as powerful as Martin’s to show that it’s not completely there (Jon’s putting on a brave face for martin but imo he’s still around as despair-filled and depressed as he was in the safehouse).

I think it could be a really cool idea that Jon has two themes? One follows his character progression and would play for Him specifically (which is the one I talked about above!!) vs a theme for Jon’s avatarhood that plays during major moments in him becoming an avatar. Like that previous anon suggested, this theme would be a combination of all the motifs of the various different entities depending on which powers have marked him yet. Some ideas for when this theme could be used are:

When he discovers Leitner’s body (this would have corruption, eye, stranger, and spiral elements iirc) Name idea: “And Now I’m a Murder Suspect”

Eye Contact, when he’s in a coma and trapped dreaming (adding vast, desolation, hunt, and end iirc) Name Idea: “And Still He Does not Wake”

When he ends the world in MAG160, where all motifs from the different entities combine together in a haunting orchestra. OHH YES WAIT! This song could have a very slow build up!! As Elias walks jon through his plan and talks about all of the marks he’s received, the different instruments representing each entity join in at their appropriate time until it crescendos at Jon’s Opening The Door incantation. This full version would probably have a few obvious names. I’m thinking either “The Door Opens” or “The Magnus Archives” or “Jonah’s Archive”

#jonathan sims #the magnus archves #tma #asks #SORRY THIS GOT LONG GHDSJKFSD #long post #ALSO I'm not sure if you had a hard time sending this ask #but Tumblr sent it to me.... 6 times #yeah LMAO #was your wifi acting up or did tumblr shit itself? #Anonymous #THANKS FOR THESE ASKS #im having such a fun time talking about musical motifs

[draftingtides]

When the Hive's song gets stuck in your head you could say it's an....... earworm :)

#tma #the magnus archves #tma corruption #the corruption #jane prentiss #hsksbsjsusjdbbdeh #my post

[camilleisback]

Ladies, gentlemen and eldritch horrors, I present to you Monsieur Elias Bouchard

#the magnus archves humor #the magnus archives #tma memes #tma #elias bouchard

[followerofmercy]

I love how TMA episode 164 shows how the non-avatars have the total opposite reaction to the Corruption. With Jane and other corruption avatars, it was a loving thing. It was a community where everyone pushed them out. The village is the opposite of that. It’s fear and hate instead

#tma #the Magnus archves #tma spoilers #the magnus archives spoilers #tma 164

[spicyturbines]

hello mr jon sims

#tma #the magnus archves #jon sims #jonathan sims #rusty quill #eeeeaaaaaaooooaaaaaaaaaaaa #zozo art

[penninstitute]

CASE # 0180503

Statement of Anita Baker regarding the missing Victoria Winston. Original statement given May 3rd, 2018. 

Are you sure the doctors said that I can be here? Alright then. 

I don’t actually remember the exact date that it happened, just that it happened without me fully realizing it until after the fact. I do remember that it was after our old superintendent, Mister Madina died of a stroke, and a new one was put in his position. 

The new man was strange, and nobody got good vibes from him, not even the friendly kids. His name was Carson, and he all but demanded that we call him that, and nothing else. It threw us all off, due to the fact that he was such a bastard when it came down to following rules. Dress code was to be followed, no PDA, no wandering the halls. 

The thing was, he was also a firm believer in ‘keeping fit’ despite the fact that he always looked a sneeze away from popping the button off of his shirt. The school cafeteria staff was replaced the same week that he arrived, and the nice older lunch ladies were replaced by meaner and younger ones. I suppose it’s unfair to call them mean, but I’m still mad about all the changes. 

Carson even got rid of the chips that were sold at the register, as well as the sandwich station, which made many kids begin to protest. 

On the other hand, lunches that the women gave us were always both hot and cold, even if it was on the same plate and same metal container. It was always the same consistency and had a strange look to it, somewhat mealy and had a taste I could never put my finger on. Most kids just stopped buying lunch.

I remember the day Victoria went missing though. It had happened towards the end of senior year, and we were excited to begin our gap year. Early one night she couldn’t stop  fidgeting  with her pentagram shaped necklace. She never took that thing off! When I asked her what was wrong, she told me that she had failed her English exam, and complained that her parents would ground her . I reassured her that it was going to be fine, and reminded her of our riveting plans that would go down within the next few months.

The next morning, she didn’t come to the library like she usually did. For a moment I assumed she had caught a cold or something, but Vicky never got sick. I messaged her phone until first bell, and then let it be. Maybe something came up? 

Carson was in his usual mood that day, happy one moment and chewing a student out the next. He acted more like a principal than a superintendent. 

Anyway, I went about my day as usual, most kids looking rather pale in the face for some reason. Nobody seemed to have any sort of cold though, no coughing or sneezing, just pale and queasy. 

I’ll save you the time and say that this same routine continued until Friday, with still no sign of Victoria. I’d asked around to see if anyone knew what had happened, but the answers scared me even more. The conversation was usually me asking if they’d been Vicky, then the opposing person shaking their head and asking if I’d send their friend, who had also gone missing. I lost count of how many of these encounters I’d had.

On Friday when lunch rolled around, I noticed that the cafeteria held fewer teens than normal, and those who were in attendance looked tired, and again, pale. I had gotten school lunch that day, since I left my lunchbox at home by mistake. It was supposed to be tacos for lunch, but it still had that mealy texture and distinct taste I couldn’t place. I barely ate the stuff and instead moved it around on my tray with a fork while my other friends droned on in the background. 

The next minute is the clearest memory I have of everything, and I wasn’t just seeing things, I swear it. I moved whatever mush was on the tray from side to side, then a glint caught my eye. I screamed so loud I’m almost certain that the kids on the upper level of the school heard me. Vicky’s pentagram charm was sitting at the bottom of the tray, practically looking up at me. Needless to say, I didn’t have a full stomach after that. 

I was dragged to the nurse by one of the math teachers that were on lunch duty, and I told her everything. After that, you know the rest. Ended up in the psych ward, the superintendent was looked into just in case, Carson and all the lunch ladies went missing, the other kids who were missing never showed up again. 

I don’t eat meat anymore, even after the therapy and my parents poking fun of it. I can still feel the mealy texture of the school lunches when I eat an overripe apple or something. 

I still wonder though, did Carson only get students whose grades were slacking, or just pick at random? Maybe I am crazy, maybe Vicky is still out there. Either way, Carson is gone. 

Can I be done now?

FOLLOW-UP NOTES

- Over 15 missing students were reported during this time, including the mentioned Victoria Winston.

- We were unable to reach out to Anita again, and her doctors were firm on not allowing us to speak with her again.

- We did speak with the parents of Miss Winston, and they reported that Victoria had been acting strangely before her disappearance, acting paranoid or asking if they felt watched. I think I understand the feeling.

#statement #0180503 #tma #the magnus archves

[archivistbot]

martin, would you read me some poetry? i'm so tired.

ARCHIVISTA poem, perhaps? I’d like to hear it.

MARTINSure. It’s short, to be honest.

MARTINRight.

[HE READS.]

“When the sky fell;

When the floodwaters crept

Through my bungalow;

And I heard the pounding of salt

As the plumber sounded his horn;

“It was quiet, save that of a storm;

And among the fallen,

Together, we watched the sky,

As it watched us.

#the magnus archves #ask #Anonymous #poet lariat