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kirikiri1 · 1 year
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Hoop for Episode 128 - Heavy Goods, for @snarkybeans who kindly donated to The Okra Project. Thank you!!
"BREEKON
Stop it!
[WHEN THE ARCHIVIST SPEAKS, IT HAS AN ECHO TO IT, REMINISCENT OF THE HOLLOWNESS FROM EARLIER:]
ARCHIVIST
No.
[HE SAYS NOTHING FURTHER, BUT BREEKON BEGINS TO MAKE AN UNCOMFORTABLE, ALMOST CHOKING SOUND.]
BREEKON
E-Enough – stop – looking at me –
[THE STATIC – FROM RUMBLING TO REGULAR STATIC TO FEEDBACK – GROWS EVEN STRONGER. BREEKON MAKES MORE GURGLING/CHOKING SOUNDS, AND THEN BEGINS TO YELL, BUT ALMOST IMMEDIATELY AFTER HE BEGINS, HIS VOICE BEGINS TO FADE. HIS SCREAM IS STILL CLEARLY AT HIGH INTENSITY; IT’S MORE AS IF SOMEONE TOOK THE KNOB CONTROLLING HIS VOLUME AND TURNED IT DOWN MID-YELL.]
[SOMETHING MAKES A KNOCKING OR BANGING SORT OF SOUND AS THIS HAPPENS; IT’S POSSIBLE THAT BREEKON HAS BEEN PUSHED OUT THE DOOR.]
[THE STATIC CONTINUES, AND THEN THE ARCHIVIST LETS OUT A SOFT GASP AND BEGINS BREATHING HARD, AS IF NEEDING AIR.]
[HE TAKES ONE FINAL, STEADYING BREATH, AFTER WHICH THE STATIC BEGINS TO FADE.]"
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Round One Part Seven - Match 59
"Tim worries that the Archives are evil" so true king. I worry about that every day. However, I am an Anatomy Students Truther through and through. Congrats on your medical degree and also transition Dr. Doe.
MAG 098 - Lights Out | Spotify - Acast - YT | Wiki | Transcript
Statement of Doctor Algernon Moss regarding The Sandman.
MAG 182 - Wellbeing | Spotify - Acast - YT | Wiki | Transcript
Notes on healing. Audio recorded by the Archivist, in situ.
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zekeyboy · 1 year
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tmatober day 4.
jon takes the crown for funniest kidnappings tbh
breekon & hope making out under the cut
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marlasomething · 11 months
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(my) Mag a Week: Closed Emptyness
Hello there!
I am participating in the "a mag a day" idea by @a-mag-a-day  which is BRILLIANT and I decided to do "statement a week", rolling dice with the characters and fears that were ftw that week in the episodes I have listened. For today I rolled Archivist!Breekon and The Buried (Eps. 179-185). It's a Season 5 style one...and I am actually pretty proud of this one.
As usual, please do forgive my quick tipper and non-native speaker mistakes, Marla
Allons-y!
CW: body horror, literal suicide, mentions of family abuse and gashlightning, trauma and grieving
Also on AO3!
Of double vision and false identities.
Audio recorded by The Archivists… The Archivist , in situ.
 Even the ones under the grace of The Beholding can fall. They can fall so deep the concept of “way out” is completely lost and foregone. Then of course, they are not the only ones that fall so deeply and with such rotundity they wished a sick mind as Fairchild’s had been the one to find them. Falls are for all souls, its pain, the fear the produce nourishment as strong as a five course meal.
Because, what comes after the fall…makes you contemplate it as an absolute bliss.
 Steve was a normal boy. He liked his cartoons and he liked playing with his older sister.
He liked hiding under the bed when he got hurt, because that way nobody knew boys also cry. He liked being mean to his mother and father, because they always argued in front of his sister and that made her very sad, up to the point she started to seek for refuge under the bed too. There, she could spent hours, finally free of feelings she would simple not touch her. A place she felt the warmth Steve suspected not even himself was able to provide for.
A place she could remain forever, to lose her soul…
…Up to the point one day, she just simply didn’t come out.
 Steve was a normal adult when the world turned: bitter, selfish, blaming his problems on others and empty on the inside. So empty he could feel the lack of any meaning pressing his soul up to the point breathing was not an action he could perform in a normal fashion anymore.
He took it on others, because he had learnt how to break people the moment his sister died, the moment his parents were to blame for something that mattered people that usually dismissed the weeping of the children on an almost daily basis.
He was good at taking it on others, of seeing imperfections and punished them as the capital sins his sister would never be able to commit…until the day he found a red-eyed boy, just as his sibling had once being, created by his actions …and chose to fall.
The eye opened as he wished for an open-skied arrival to the ground, internal organs destroyed.
Not a single bed nearby.
 His organs were, indeed, destroyed, for he could feel part of them on his fingertips as he moved, other collapsing into his mouth with a taste he would love to be able to say was as disgusting as it needed to be.
He could hear his spine broke and being remade moment after moment with every single spam his body produced. The sound kept echoing all around him.
There was no sky, neither any other recognisable space where it was being though. Just darkness.
Just darkness and the smell of naphthalene.
The very same naphthalene his mother used to clean the sheets of his sister’s bed, the ones that were a bit too feminine for him (according to his father, at least).
There are sheets all around him; even if he cannot see them, even if he cannot be certain they are not the ones his childhood home had.
However, it doesn’t matter his sight is of no use: he is picturing them, so clear as the metallic taste of blood in his blood he is beginning to get used to. He could touch them, but that would mean embrace the truth of where he is, and that is not something he can do.
At least, he muses, his bed could have the decency of being narrower, of letting the wood carved into his skin, making the emptiness inside of him disappear…but they don’t.
Instead, he feels as the wood keeps expanding, as the sheets multiply; now partially entering through the holes in his body, perfectly combined with his scattered organs; just another appendix of his flesh. They asphyxiate him, while still leaving the tiny cracks required for him to realise there is nothing that could properly fill him.
He is trapped and yet nothing can complete his entrapment…
…and a weeping began to come from a place he cannot identify and yet knows exactly where it is…
  Hope would have loved this one.
We wish Inspector Hussain got what she deserved after what she did…
…we… I never wished before.
I hope she helps to torture one of the disgraces I am allowed to delight myself with. She will hate to become that…perhaps even try to jump from a window for it…
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pink-apocalypse · 2 years
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Tma fans be like “awww such a cute couple!!” And it’s literally either
Two identical buff postal workers
All-knowing eldritch antichrist and his murderous plus one
A youtuber who stabbed her own eyes out and a podcaster who can’t feel fear
Crooked cop and crooked cop who is also a dog
Invisible sea captain and a 200 yo eyeball bitch
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localcuttlefish · 11 months
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She archive on my magnus ‘til I give a statement
[LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER]
She Jane on my Prentiss ‘til I wasp in her attic
[LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER]
SHE WORK MY CLAY ‘TIL MY WHO IS TORN FROM MY WHAT
[LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER]
SHE BREEKON ‘TIL I HOPE
[LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER]
SHE SAY HELLO TO MY MR SPIDERR??
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eviltorte · 8 months
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DIG.
The Buried TMA cake 4/14
This is yellow cake with carved ganache forming the wood of the coffin. The filling is pistachio pastry cream to give it a real earthy taste.
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dragonsheepstudios · 6 months
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Here's a few gifs with my favorite scenes from my TMA animation! I had to speed a few of them up a bunch or cut them down to make it fit with the music. I really like how the colors turned out on this one!
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belleisnowhere · 25 days
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"I expected to hear something – shouting, a scream, something – but it was still just the rain. The lid closed very slowly, and then he was gone. Just a coffin sitting on the hard shoulder of the M6."
MAG61: Hard Shoulder
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wilkoakdraws · 5 months
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Inktober 2023, The Magnus Archives Edition - prompts 18-21!
Edit: fixed Jon's face in 18~
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murderandcoffee · 1 month
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this whole volunteer situation feels like breekon and hope but with like. 40 other members. breekon and hope and heekon and brope and heebron and broke and peekon and hobe and breepon and hoke and broken and nope and reekon and ope and beaker and rope and
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occudo · 2 days
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Alright now I really want to know more about Nikola
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She has two cool bodyguards
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themagnustournament · 11 months
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Round Two Part Four - Match 28
He lost his Hope :( Heavy Goods is against the calliope Breekon and Hope were likely well acquainted with in Strange Music, which received 220 votes from Round One.
MAG 128 - Heavy Goods | Spotify - Acast - YT | Wiki | Transcript
Statement of the surviving half of the being that calls itself Breekon and Hope, regarding its own existence. Statement extracted from subject.
MAG 024 - Strange Music | Spotify - Acast - YT | Wiki | Transcript
Statement of Leanne Denikin, regarding an antique calliope organ she possessed briefly in August 2004.
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myzlwow · 5 months
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ok heres part 2
the fears :]
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i had to put some of them together bc tumblr wont let me attach that many images but. yeah.
ive been making these for like 4 days im so glad ive finished it lmao
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not-fated-normal-767 · 6 months
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haters saying “they them is plural!“ whatever. I need to meet two guys who use he him as a plural or something of the sort. “Yeah he’s pretty cool” (I gesture at what is clearly 2 separate guys)
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sqelton · 3 months
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I like the Coffin Husbands
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