#mag 97

[itssomethingcosmic]

It’s episodes like MAG 97 that convince me that Night Vale would be the ideal home for the Fears post-season 5. This would just be a normal Wednesday for them…

CECIL: “On Wednesday, The Buried and its brethren will be attempting their ritual The Sunken Sky so that they can bring Too Close I Cannot Breathe into our world. A large, gaping pit will open up in the center of Route 800. Citizens are advised to just… drive around it. This has been the Community Calendar.

“Oh, I’ve just received a rather dusty note from City Council: ‘There is no pit. There has never been a pit in the center of Route 800 and there never will be! Though, if you see any… weird holes in the ground, just ignore it! Just ignore it and it will go away eventually! You look tired…and stressed... you should take the day off on Wednesday. Have some You Time! You deserve it!”

#the magnus archives #tma spoilers #mag 97 #welcome to night vale #cecil palmer #a mag a day #we all ignore the pit #this was fun to write hehe

[clairebearsparkles]

Finally figured out my Nikola properly, I like to imagine so that she can move, speak, and look just generally more creepy she has broken down the mannequin where any joins are and uses probably human flesh bits as like muscles to help her move. And she has holes in the mannequin where unblinking eyes and a tongue + “voice box” go.

#tma #the magnus archives #the magnus institute #the magnus pod #the magnus archive fanart #tma art #tma fanart #magpod #magnuspod #mag fanart #nikola orsinov #tma nikola #tma the stranger #mag 97 #clairebear art

[a-clover-counter]

I'm going rabid

(MAG 96 & TMAGP 1)

I hope I'm not just seeing shapes in the dark but I very well could be.

still,,, using the same phrase twice to describe things very much (at from least what I think) linked to the stranger.

#the magnus archives #theorizing #the Magnus protocol #tmagp #MAG 97 #TMAGP 1

[burninginthegymplplinko]

MAG 97 - We All Ignore the Pit

doodle 97/200; days left 5/110 23/128

this time really only a doodle bc drawing so many ppl takes way too longer than it should >:((

✨bonus✨ (because i think i'm funny) ((hope this hasn't been done before tho, that would be embarrassing xD))

and w/o the text bc i don't rlly vibe with it but don't have time to think about how to change it...

#tma #the magnus archives #tma 97 #mag 97 #tma the buried #tma s3 #but also #dashcon #wow babys first time using the legendary tag #// #update: uhohs #last thing posted to tma tag was 46 mins ago dont tell me its broken again #wow ok that is fine its fine #tunglr pls wor ur so sexy aha #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah #is this what hell looks like? #damn screw this #gonna post the rest of todays doodles tommorow bc this hellsite is ✨not cooperating✨ #am so angy rn

[the-magpie-archives]

'I'm made of plastic, silly!' elicits a very specific image to a modern audience. One of shiny, brightly coloured modernism. Perhaps of cheap animal figures, and barbie dolls; harmless childhood toys.

But bear in mind this is said by a creature of the past. Have you ever held an antique baby doll? a weakly cast action figure? Even the case of an old typewriter? You can feel the brittle plastic, cold and rough; it feels as if it would snap under your fingers and its deceptive strength leaves your hands unsure of the density and your mind trying to figure it out.

Have you ever seen an old automaton? I read a book about them once, it was the first time I ever felt truly afraid of a puppet. Not the brash, fluffy, celebratory animal things of America, but the original European circus pieces.

One of the primary reasons a circus succeeds is spectacle: the creation of something so entirely awestriking that audiences have no choice but to gawp, and pay their fees. There's something so terrifying about not being able to look away. Sometimes not being able to see really is a good thing.

To see something that isn't a person move and talk like a person is horribly unnerving. It's far too common in this modern age, but can you imagine the terror of seeing these things firsthand for the first time, in a world where technology is scarce beyond an idea?

That fear is enough to power a thing for years to come. Enough to give it more power than a thing like that should ever have.

#I woke up super aggressively at 1am and couldn't go back to sleep until I wrote this so I hope you enjoy it! #Nikola holds a special place in my heart as someone enthusiastic about antique animatronics.... #They absolutely have the power to kill #<3 #the magnus archives #tma #the magnus institute #Jonathan Sims #Nikola Orsinov #tma the stranger #the unknowing #tma season 3 #mag 97 #tw unreality #tw mannequin #tw animatronics #circus of the other

[belpheg0r-luna]

Can john go ONE episode without being assaulted?!

#the magnus archives #jonathan sims #john sims #tma john #tma spoilers #tma season 3 #mag 97 #the magnus pod #the magnus institute #tma podcast #tma #belphegor luna

[froggy-jail]

thinking about how if the old woman in her car comforting her crying “son” in mag 97 we all ignore the pit is gertrude, and the “son” is gerry (probably crying over his recent diagnosis or his multitude of traumas), gerry has canonical piercing blue eyes. what makes me think it is them is the fact that the town was destroyed a short while after the guy moved out of that town, and we know dekker was supplying gertrude with a tonnnn of explosives, and i wouldn’t put it out of possibility that the pit was a buried ritual, destroyed in a similar way to the flesh’s hole filled with meat (and the unknowing). but yeah piercing blue eyed gerry that baby boy needs contacts fr fr.

#tma #the magnus archives #gerry keay #gerard keay #gerry delano #gerard delano #gertrude robinson #tma theory #tma spoilers #mag 97 #blue eyed gerry isnt real he cant hurt you #blue eyed gerry #meow meow meow

[im-here-for-the-cult-stuff]

Day 23! I am actively using this to procrastinate history assignments so let's go >:']

Prompts:

And ngl I probably should have saved Michael getting door-ed for this but eh, here's Jan Kilbride minutes before Gertrude dismembered him to throw in the pit :'D

Boy is going through it

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[itchyeye]

OKAY SO my favorite EPISODES are 92 nothing beside remains/127 remains to be seen. love them, love the boyfriends, listen to them all the time. but favorite STATEMENT is trickier…maybe we all ignore the pit, very possibly anatomy class? gravedigger’s envy?? the italian vacation meat hole episode??? hmm

OMG 127 IS SOSOOSOS GOOD IT'S ‼️

oh you had ALWAYS HOPED 🥺, JON??? RRRRAUAUAGHAHAH... a jon who beneath his carapace of feigned skepticism wanted to be working for and in the service of someone GOOD. of an enduringly noble and innocent legacy. in the shadow and under the name of someone so much like himself.

also i LOVE gravedigger's envy !!! i feel like the historical statements are often panned over but i so disagree i think they're some of the very best ones!!

like this is SO GOOD!!!!! you can so tell that mr steampunk band in college thrives writing georgian/victorian/edwardian formal narrator voices it's SSSSOOOOO GOOD

we all ignore the pit is a fuckin classic of course we love a gertrude cameo. i also LOVE how this epsiode portrays the trapped desperate hopelessness of unemployment and how much that same desperation is tied to the buried in later episodes as well.

#[💌] asks and replies #carco5a #mag 92 #mag 127 #mag 152 #mag 97 #[📑] transcripts #fav mag

[p1nk-pallas]

WHO IS THAT WHO IS THAT WHAT IS THAT

#the magnus archives #“who” autocorrected to “what” and i thought it was too perfect to change #mag 97

[a-mag-a-day]

I like the matter of fact title of this episode. 'We all ignore the pit', yep. Its a town that just ... Ignores a pit.

Also underrated line that made me laugh: 'What is my metaphorical pit??'

What pit?

#a mag a day #tma #the magnus archives #episode asks #mag 97 #lemon-natalia #mod elian #Unreality

[pigeonriot]

no reason, i'm just curious

#couldve put more of esp season 1 and 2 bc those truly have the best statements #didnt put any of season 5 but its too late for that now lol #the magnus archives #tma #mag #jonathan sims #rusty quill #mag 2 #mag 11 #mag 15 #mag 32 #mag 47 #mag 58 #mag 60 #mag 97 #mag 100 #mag 160 #my post #my poll #my polls

[themagnustournament]

Round Two Part Three - Match 17

Nikola!!!! Nikola my beloved!!! We All Ignore the Pit is, for ranking purposes, an honorary avatar statement giver episode. Also that pit was kinda fucked up. Nikola’s first on-screen appearance is against Recluse, which received 154 votes in Round One.

MAG - 097 - We All Ignore the Pit | Spotify - Acast - YT | Wiki | Transcript

Statement of Jackson Ellis, regarding the geographical oddities in the town of Bucoda, Washington.

MAG - 059 - Recluse | Spotify - Acast - YT | Wiki | Transcript

Statement of Ronald Sinclair regarding his years spent in a teenage half way house on Hill Top Road, Oxford.

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[skell3]

So I wrote something for RP.

TMA Multiverse stuff. Jan is Jan Fairchild, avatar of the Vast... And yet Gertrude still manages to get her hands on him to stop the Buried ritual.

TW: sick/getting sick, brief mention of dismemberment

MAG 97 Spoilers

To The Pit

“I need your assistance with something.”

The coffee shop buzzed around the two of them seated in a corner spot, where one Gertrude Robinson had her back to the wall and eyes to the nearest window. Jan Kilbride– Fairchild sat across from her and contemplated his drink nervously. This woman makes him nervous, had made him nervous from the moment she set eyes on him. Maybe that was a sign he shouldn’t have agreed to meet with her.

“...something?” Jan ventures, peeking up again. Today his eyes were deep and a little gray, as the sky was covered in clouds and- fortunately for him- it wasn’t raining. Yet. He would like it to not rain at all, to not deal with that and his hearing aids, but this was London and he had to go without them or stay inside more often than not.

“Yes, well… something important. I believe someone has told you about rituals?” Gertrude was being cryptic, and Jan half wanted to back out already. But she also seemed… how to put it? He sort-of wanted to help her out, just a little bit. The fact that he let out a soft breath when she made a noise of approval at his nodding was a big indicator of something. She was scary, and he did not want to be on her bad side.

“Mm… yeah. Mike mentioned them once- I think. And then Simon and I were discussing them, and that’s why we had the, uh. Meeting,” Jan explained. The meeting that went on among all of the so-called ‘heads’ of each of the fears currently experiencing difficulty with the Stranger and all its children. Never-mind the ‘time shift’ that everyone was experiencing, and the need to gather more information on that. “Is there a… ritual going on now? Or about to? Is that what you need help with?”

Jan tapped his fingertips against the side of his tea mug and waited, watching the old woman look out the window. When she turned her gaze on him, he couldn’t help but reach up to fix his beanie to attempt to look a tiny bit more presentable. His messy blond hair tucked under that would just have to remain hidden for that to be anywhere close to truth. Then Gertrude smiled, to herself, and he gave a nervous smile in return.

“The Buried are up to something, and I need one of the Vast to come assist me in shutting it down.” She made it sound so simple. One of the Vast- that’s definitely him. And a Buried ritual could be… well. Bad. Especially bad for the Vast, if it succeeded. He gets downright dizzy if he even tries to go down to one of the tube stations of the London Underground, so if the world went Buried…

“What would you have me do?” Jan asks, hopefully helpfully. He doesn’t ask the ‘Why me?’ question he has on the tip of his tongue, because it probably doesn’t matter, does it? If she just needs one of the Vast, any of them will do, and honestly he’s probably the least busy at the moment. Gertrude smiles at him again, and this time he smiles more comfortably back. He wants to help. Going to the meeting with Simon had proven his eagerness to be useful to the others, and now that he was part of the Fairchilds… Well, he would want to protect his family, right?

“Come to America with me. We’ll investigate the ritual site, then interrupt them with your presence.” Gertrude sets her cup down and turns it on its saucer briefly. “I’ve already got tickets and a car booked. Would take us… I don’t know, two days? Three, max.” She really does make it sound so simple, and she seems pleased as Jan seems more interested in the idea. He has been wanting to see how he fares with flying, and… to America?

“Should I- um. Do I have time to pack anything?” Jan’s only a tiny bit nervous that she had said she already has tickets, and his smile fades when she shakes her head.

“No, we’ve got about two hours to get to the airport. But we can pick some things up for you after we head out.” Her hand reaches over the table to pat at his arm, and she knows he’ll agree to come, at this point. “Don’t fret, Jan. I’ve got everything taken care of.”

Jan isn’t entirely sure what he got himself into, here. Gertrude was a cranky traveler at best, and while the flight was alright, he felt too… confined. It gave him a headache and he was sick by the time they landed in the US. It took them about an hour to get the rental car, and so far, they haven’t picked anything up for him to change into. The flight had provided a toothbrush and all but his mouth was still tasting a bit sour and he wished he had a chance to clean up.

“Now, you’ll be able to roll down your window here, but try not to do it too much, alright?” The car wasn’t particularly large, and Jan knows he’s going to feel like he’s being packed into a sardine tin riding in that thing. But he was too tired and already too unwell to really argue, so he nodded and loaded into the passenger side. The seat slid back and tipped back to give him as much space as he could manage, and it was that way he was able to get a tiny bit of rest.

It was dark by the time Jan came around again, and they were definitely still driving. Sitting his seat up, he groaned a bit at the motion sickness that came with it and immediately rolled down the window. The stink of farmlands hit him then, but at least he could get some air on his face to not get sick again. “Where are we? Weren’t we going to hit a hotel?” Details were… sketchy, to say the least.

“We’ll hit one once we get there. We’re short on time.” Gertrude has her window cracked, a cigarette between her lips as she drives a fair amount above the speed limit.

“I thought you had this… planned out? Timed?” Jan ventures to ask, then wishes he didn’t for the look he got. Making a quiet, anxious noise, he opted to look out his window and try to get some fresher air. He had agreed to help, so he was here to help, but he couldn’t help but feel like something wasn’t right. Maybe the ritual was happening sooner than she had anticipated?

Fortunately for him, they have to stop for gas and Jan gets the chance to stretch his legs and feel less confined. It does wonders for him, though he’s still jet-lagged and jet-sick and carsick and all the kinds of things one meant for the vastness of the universe would experience being tucked away in essentially differently-sized boxes. They ate dinner at a diner in town and headed out again, and Jan opted to try and sleep some more. Conserve his energy since he’s not entirely sure Gertrude would let him go ‘feed’ on some poor unsuspecting souls who have a fear of drifting into the unknown.

It took the better part of the evening for the duo to make it to their destination. Bucoda, Washington… Not someplace Jan had ever heard of, but the scenery was lovely and he was getting some clearer air than he’d ever had in the city. The sky had a small smattering of clouds, the sunrise had been beautiful to watch. Scenic and enjoyable if he weren’t still riding in the car wishing he didn’t feel the urge to retch every couple hours. The last one was only half an hour ago, and Gertrude had grudgingly stopped to let him do so before handing him a bottle of water to sip from. It helped, but only a little.

The car slowed as they pulled into the sleepy little town, and then off to the side so that Gertrude could consult her map. Jan wanted to ask if he could get out and stretch, but she seemed… on edge. Was he imagining things, or did she keep glancing up and over at him as if she expected him to disappear. He wasn’t too sure, so he stayed put and kept glancing out his open window, checking the place out.

“You’ll do just about anything to help your… family, won’t you?” Her words drew Jan out of a daze, and he looked back to Gertrude with furrowed brows.

“Well… yes? Simon’s helped me out considerably… Even helped me achieve my dream. So I think I would probably do just about anything to repay him and the family for taking me in. He doesn’t like her short ‘hmm’ of a response, and he checks his phone. While he had mentioned going out of town for a bit to Simon, Manuela and Mike… he hadn’t been entirely sure of where, and hadn’t had any time to get a new sim card for it to work abroad. So here he is without the ability to ask anyone anything, and he feels so incredibly daft that he hadn’t done so beforehand.

“You won’t get much out here as far as signal goes, even if you did swap that over,” Gertrude confirms Jan’s thoughts and he sighs and tucks it away. “You can use mine when we’re done here.”

“Can’t I use it before? Just to update everyone? I forgot to when we landed.” He was too sick to even think about it, and he would’ve never have guessed that maybe she anticipated that.

“Can’t. I need to take it to the store to get it swapped. But we’re close, and it shouldn’t take too long. We need to get this done first.” Gertrude’s voice was stern, and Jan winced but nodded. She did say they were short on time, so… maybe it really was happening soon. He didn’t feel too different where they were now.

“Should I… be able to tell where it is?” Being Vast and all, sometimes he gets bad vibes from some people and he half suspects they might be Buried or otherwise.

“You might, but… I think I've got it.” The map gets closed up and the car pulls forward as they continue on their trip. Jan goes from feeling just carsick to worse. Much worse. Gertrude seems to notice but she doesn't slow down or pull over for him, she just keeps on going. “Get used to it, kid,” she digs out a fresh cigarette as they wait at a traffic light. “We're not quite there yet so it's going to get worse. This is the hard part.”

The hard part? Jan swallows hard and tries laying back in the seat again, but it only seems to make him feel worse. He doesn't even see the pit until they pull up to it, and by then he wasn't sure it was safe for him to move. With tears in his eyes and his hand clasped around a pendant at his throat, he feels a tiny bit worried he's not going to be able to handle this. That he won't be able to help at all. The feeling of that trinket in his hand helps soothe him, reminds him of Manuela and has felt like her being there with him the whole time, but it does not ease him out of the sickness.

They arrive at the Pit relatively early in the day, sun shining bright and the whole town nothing but quiet. Jan swears he heard a car go by but he doesn't recall it, stuck in the passenger seat because if he moves he is going to throw up. Gertrude got out of the car a little while ago, looking down and out over the thing with equal measures of distaste and cigarette smoke. What a situation this was, and she didn't think she had anything to do the job with until she spotted a large shovel nearby. That will have to do.

“Jan, I need you to come out of the car now.” Gertrude's voice has shifted to something smoother and more coaxing. “You can throw up wherever, I don't think anyone here will mind.” If there was anyone left. Jan made a noise in his throat but didn't move immediately. When he did, it was first to wipe tears from his face, and then it was to slowly open the car door. Each movement was difficult, as if he was somehow moving through soil. It takes him a moment realize his connection to the Vast is muted here.

“I d-don’t… I don't know if I can do this, Ms. Robinson.” It was a statement that Jan knew was a little too late given that they were here now, and they were short on time. The ground seemed to shake beneath him once he finally got out of the car, and for a long few moments he thought it wasn't just him. When he realized it was just his own legs, he stumbled away and landed on hands and knees to be sick in the dirt. Fortunately for him, he didn't see what was in that pit, nor would he ever. The town was quiet for a reason.

“Unfortunately, we don't have time to deal with that right now.” Gertrude has the shovel now and she tests it's weight in her hands. Looking over, she knows that if she doesn't do this now, she may never get the chance. So we without much feelings to it, she went over behind where Jan was getting sick and struck him with the shovel to the back of his head. He goes down quickly, and she sighs.

*I'm sorry, Jan, but you just being here won't be enough. I had hoped but now I need to do what I came here to do. Thank you for your help.”

It took a lot longer than anticipated to get Jan’s body hacked into enough pieces for it all to fit into the hole at the base of the pit. Gertrude was covered in blood and dirt before she even managed to stuff him down in there. She had noticed a pendant when she beheaded him and had made a mental note to find it when she was done, but as she stuffed the last of him in there, the earth heaved and the Buried complained and she had to get out of there. In the car, out of town… just out of there.

By the time she made it to her hotel, she was exhausted and frustrated that it had to go that way, because she knew that she wasn't going to be welcomed by some when she made it back to London. But Gertrude did what she had to do, and made her observations as best as she could first before making her decisions after. The Sunken Sky would not come to them all, and they should be relieved of that. But something was nagging at her about the whole thing, and she couldn't quite place the apprehension she had when she flew back home and tucked back into her apartment.

It was only then that she remembered the pendant, but it was much too late. Bucoda, Washington was now a pile of dirt on the map after an earthquake struck it, and that pendant was likely long gone now.

#tma #tma fan content #the magnus archives #tma multiverse #jan kilbride #jan Fairchild #tma fanfiction #writings #creative writing #gertrude robinson #manuela dominguez #the vast #the buried #mag 97 #we all ignore the pit

[roguecanoe]

Mag 97: We All Ignore The Pit

#inktober #the magnus archives #tma #mag 97 #we all ignore the pit #hope you enjoyed #ye!

[find-me-in-hell]

just met nikola

#tma #mag 97 #HOW COULD I SOUND ANYTHING SILLY! #IM PLASTIC