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itsalleyes · 5 months
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I decided I really wanted to try something new (and draw the archivist)
tma brainrot is in full swing
closeups (+reference for sweater) under the cut?? Maybe?? Maybe this is already under the cut I do not know.
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And the sweater
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I love to think about the archivist. About how everyone probably hates it except for our monster lover Martin, but even he just was waiting for the archivist to become John again when they appeared at the beginning. I like to think that their skin is very cold.
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polekands · 5 months
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I made a new tma animatic!
It's the longest and greenest animatic I have done so far and I am immensely proud of how it has turned out :D
(like, genuenly really proud of how I pushed myself to make some of the shots more dynamic - I still have no clue what I am doing, but I did some backgrounds and dramatic lighting lol :)
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cade-space · 9 days
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I will die on the hill that Wonderwall by Oasis belongs at the top of my John/Martin playlist because it feels like s5 tma at its finest.
"And all the roads we have to walk are winding, and all the lights that lead the way are blinding
There are so many things that I would like to say to you but I don't know how
Cause maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me and after all, you're my Wonderwall"
Like you can see it right???? Walking through the fear apocalypse you see it right?????? Wonderwall?????????
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write-to-feel · 1 month
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STATEMENT FOLLOWS!?!?!!!!!!!!!
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pigeonriot · 1 year
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i just finished listening to tma s5 and i'm still trying to process the end so here have these memes i made while listening in the meantime <3
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brain-spilzz · 2 years
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shizucheese · 14 days
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I finally did it. I decided to start posting one of my TMA fanfics! You can find it on AO3 here! I haven't decided yet if I'm going to also post the whole thing here on Tumblr or just post the prolog here and then just announce when I update here with chapter excerpts and a link to AO3 going forward but um....enjoy!
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John and Martin survived the events of Mag 200 and ended up Somewhere Else, but now Martin has become an Avatar of the Eye. Now the two of them must navigate all of the complications of their still-new relationship now that they don't have a fear apocalypse distracting them, AND being in a relationship where both people involved are Eye Avatars, AND Martin's struggles as a baby Eye Avatar.
Prolog
Two doors stood before him.
To his right, he could feel something watching him, even with the door shut. It exposed every part of him he had always tried to keep hidden. But it also promised knowledge. It promised understanding.
To his left, a thick, foreboding fog rolled from beneath the door, beckoning him. The door itself was sturdy and gave off the impression that beyond its threshold, there was nothing but isolation. But it promised “no more hurt.” It promised “peace.”
He turned to the door to the right and opened it.
He was greeted by a woman on fire. They were in an apartment. Before her, another woman stared on in terror. The burning woman reached out to her, and as her fingers grazed her arm, the hairs on it burned. He wanted to help her, wanted to reach out and pull her away from the fire, but he found he could not. He could only stand there, and watch.
And then they were gone.
The next thing he saw was a building. A theater, dark and foreboding, with patrons made of stone frozen in place as if they were rushing in to see a show. The scene before him was cold and grey and lifeless, and there was a…hole here. Something missing, though he could not say what it was or how he knew.
And just like that, it too was gone, crumbling before him into dust.
He was in a café. A woman sat at a table. A man sat before her, staring at her intently, and though he did not know the man, there was something in his chest that told him the man was so achingly familiar that he could not place. From the man, he got the feeling of eyes. Of watching. And then the woman was underground, being pulled, pulled, and the man was there and the woman was staring at him in terror. And then she saw him, and her eyes widened in horror she didn’t realize she could know more of. And he could not console her. And then they were in the cafe again and the woman was crying as the man continued to sit before her, watching. And then it all fell away and he was falling into a sky made of paint, alongside a man whose face was filled with elation, a toppled ladder floating above them.
And then it repeated. Again, and again, and he was forced to watch as the woman in the apartment burned, as the woman in the cafe cried before the man before being pulled underground, watched dispassionately by the man. And as these scenes before him repeated, they changed. The women in the apartment and the café, and the man falling into the sky, faded more and more each time. The theater, with its empty space, vanished entirely. And each time he saw the man in the café, his heart ached, and something in the back of is mind told him that he was familiar, in a way that the others he saw were not.
And as he fell into the painted sky, he started to experience brief flashes of a different fall. Of debris of a collapsing building, and the smell of fire, and the sensation of someone else with him, holding on to him as they fell. Together.
Eventually, the people in the scenes before him vanished entirely, save for the burning woman and the man in the café, and soon even the scenes before him began to grow more and more faded. And in the distance, he began to hear a voice.
“…wake up.”
And he kept falling.
“Please wake up. I ca—cant lose you…”
Falling.
“It should have been me…”
Falling
“I can’t do this without you, no please, please wake up I need you….”
Falling
“Please, I love you...”
And then Martin woke up.
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Martin being like “Just don’t die Jon… and everyone else I guess. But mostly Jon. I’m not in love I swear” will live in my head forever
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coyo-art · 10 months
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was thinking about The Boys again so here’s a doodle
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This is the mental image that the "Oh...Hello" thing given me :
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thelonepolonium · 7 months
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itsalleyes · 11 days
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this is how they sleep. I like to think.
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polekands · 2 years
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I uhhh- blacked out for 4 days and made my first ever animatic. It was my desperate attempt to cope with the fact that I finished listening to The Magnus Archives. 
How do I fill this void?
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lillianforest22 · 1 year
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Why are all the good podcast gay? Like not complaining it’s great just why podcasts?
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Feeling unwell everytime I think about johnmartin
Like how do you go from this:
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To THIS:
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I was about to throw up I swear I love them too much
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corpusdekay · 1 year
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Well I see why people ship John and Martin now
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