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vickozone · 6 months

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[major spoilers for S2, S4, S5]

The Magnus Archives is RED

[I’m back with more fake screenshots!] Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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marlasomething · 11 months

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(my) Mag a Week: ...Ending In Sight For Us

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!Jon (so I made him evil, once again) and The Web (Eps. 199-200 + Martin's Poetry). It's a Season 5 style one...only one left after this one! This is going to be the last one of the regular "route". Of course, I have hiatus and end of season that I will be doing weekly until I finished them and then...we will see. I know I do not have a huge audience, but...to everybody who has read, liked, shared and/or comment: THANK YOU FOR THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART. TMA means the world to me and doing this has been a very rich creative experience...so I left part of my heart in this last story. (And, yes, the title is a Mechs reference, sorry not sorry) As usual, please do forgive my quick tipper and non-native speaker mistakes, Marla Allons-y! CW: ok, this one is kind of hard. I tried to make the second person even more intrusive, there is basically no horror, just very angsty real-life situations in an oniric manner. Lost of control, self-steem issues, ED discussion, a bit of swearing, job-university anxiety, death, complete corruption of a character, a very slight body horror and mentions of suicide. Also on AO3!

Of decision making and its ultimate consequences.

Audio recorded by The Archivist, in situ.

You wished they stopped helping . It doesn’t matter the context; there is always someone trying to “be useful”, telling you which road you should take before you can even get the chance to choose for yourself. Or even worse: just as you have taken a decision on your own, so both possible paths get blurred inside your mind, until you are not certain whether they were always the same, yours was better or maybe theirs, because they tend to know better (or, better put: you are more likely to know worse ).

It doesn’t matter, though, since the chaos on your head freezes your body. You don’t make a decision, you just collapse and they won , for you are now about to take everything they say, just in case.

It feels good, allowing yourself to be controlled by a third party…only, that it isn’t so.

It is not good, not at all.

You are driving a car, you know how to take the curve, and you have done it so many times before. You have a very unique technique, and are a little bit slower than the average person; but it just because you are clumsy! You don’t want to have an accident…

…still, the helping hand is there, taking over and making it easier. It stings, to know someone is doing what you were supposed to be doing better than yourself; but it doesn’t really matter, does it? You shall just enjoy the fact that you will arrive at your destination rather early, instead of barely in time.

You hear the helping hand telling you how lost you would be in your own, how you ought to be much more capable of taking your own decisions. At doing things for and by yourself.

And you want to yell, to scream at their face (or is it faces ?) that you want, that you are actively trying ; but that, if they keep helping over and over…

…but, is it true? Would you really have taking charge?

Would you not have screwed up, being the case so?

“ No, I am eating fine. I promise you. I am just very private about these things… ” and the fact is, that this is all true. You used to be… finicky in a manner that eventually ended up harming your health, but that was over.

Still, all those people (or person?) who had tried to help you…who knew better, who imposed over you with genuine worry until you were taken away any ability to choose, taking control over when and how you eat…they triggered something in you.

And you are not feeding yourself ever again in their presence.

However, they might be right; you have been stressed about so many things lately, and that took a tall on you and, even if they were wrong about how you were being a danger to yourself, you actually were one. So…perhaps, you could allow them to help; or, at the very least, take some of their advice into account.

Would you die if you just simply let go of all your norms and regulations for a week or two?

It isn’t as if they were going to realise they were actually, once again, being the ones choosing for you part of your nurture.

No, no, no. You will just…do a few changes of your own and hope it works. Just…they won’t look at all like anything they had said to help you.

Even if your stomach is grunting more than usual, even if not everything you do not choose or think first of has to be wrong…

…you are the only one in control. If you get sick, at least if will because of you and no one but you.

The grunting almost makes you feel alive; powerful over yourself , for once.

Yes, yes: you know the protocol you have to follow in the experiment. You have done it millions of times by now, for fucks shake! Still, there it is; that friend you really love, but that is ever so slightly better at everything, offering a helping hand. An honest one; one coming for love…even though it reeks condescension, the temptation to gratefully welcome the help, right now, when you are struggling, is almost stronger than your stubbornness.

You cannot accept it, right? Because, if you do now, when will you not? How will you prove you can be someone on your own if you keep relying on third parties?

How will you even pass a test if you need a puppeteer for lab practice?

What a fucking joke you would be if you accepted that hand! And yet…you are tired; you have been trying these tests for days now. It doesn’t matter how it makes you feel, how much it takes away from you: you need someone to help you.

That’s the issue, isn’t it? For you, help is a synonym of someone doing things for you. In person, or by ordering you. And you love it just as much as you love pretending you hate to let things out of your control, of your responsibility.

Then, you realised: this isn’t a uni practice. You finished your degree almost a decade ago. No…this is your lab technician job, the one you almost didn’t get after years of failed attempts and unread CVs.

All because you forgot to get your own agenda and relied too much in allowing others to command you how to proceed.

Just as you promised it would never happen again.

Just as you are about to let happen just one more time…

…for now.

Eh, is that it? All left of your Kindom ?

Oh, poor Mother of Puppets; you tried to toy with me and I got on top.

Now, all left of your real is people being pathetic in the most mundane ways. You are not even scaring them! Just causing them normal anguish.

If there was a next time possible; I would advise you not to try to play with The Archivist. He might end up liking his titl… Tim?! What…how…?

Tim, stop! It’s me, Jon. I…

…ah

“Is it done, Sash?” it was so bizarre to see Tim again; especially like this, with his skin partially turned upside down and parts of his anatomy substituted by manikins. Still, he was Tim; and now Sasha could truly remember him.

“Yes…things will turn to normal as soon as Martin…you know” that part wasn’t bizarre, just hard. It was for the better, she knew. There was barely anything left of her friend and, whatever there was, had been too broken by Jon’s transformation into a monstrous version of the person he had loved for the other man to have a live in the new world.

Tim approached her and, even if his touch was a gross mixture of too-fleshy and too-artificial, it felt the warmest she had ever felt in a very long time.

“Ey, we did it. The world will come back and we, and the others left, and many people who don’t know not care about, will be alright” they kissed.

And they were, indeed, alright…

Or, at least, that was they chose to believe.

#a mag a day #a mag a week #mag horror #statement #original statement #the magnus archives #fanfic #tma #magnuspod #jonathan sims #tim stoker #sasha james #evil jarchivist #fic #the web #magnuspod season 5

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pinkelotjeart · 11 months

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Based on this

this is actually canon and I love it

#tma #the magnus archives #pinkelotje doodles #Jonathan sims #martin blackwood #georgie barker #Melanie king #jonmart #wtgfs #is that the Melanie Georgie ship name? cus if it is THATS ADORABLE #Magnuspod #tma spoilers #tma season 5

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jl-otdc · 1 year

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Post apocalyptic boyfriends

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renmadreams · 6 months

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So I finished tma recently, I occasionally doodle it lol

Also please don’t mind the watermark is was back when I was renee_senpai <3

#jonathan sims #tma #tma podcast #tma spoilers #tma fanart #tma jmart #tma jon #tma martin #tma season 5 #the magnus archive fanart #magnuspod #the magnus institute #digital art #illustration #they live in my head rent free #martin blackwood #fanart

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hihereami · 9 months

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The Good Omens S2 finale is akin to The Magnus Archives S5 finale in the sense that, instead of understanding both characters in the relationship were proposing the incorrect solutions but they were given no choices out of the mess, the fandom took it upon themselves to discuss Who Was Right.

It's about the world being grey and protagonists that refuse to understand that -- too stuck on their ideas of humanity/monsterhood or goodness/evil.

It's about characters not being able to break out from their abusive workplaces and the saviour complex they have. It's about a relationship where they both agree being togheter is fiercely important -- but for one of them, the world's well being weighs more and they can't bear to give up. It's about not being given a third choice, it's about not communicating properly, it's about humanity.

It's about escapism vs martyrdom. Denial vs guilt. ''No one can solve it, let's forget about it, it's all fucked'' vs ''let me try, maybe I can, maybe I can''. ''Don't ask me to give up on the world'' vs ''don't ask me to give up on our promises to each other''.

It's about obtaining power not for power's sake but because you can't bear the idea that I can fix it, please be with me as I fix it. It's about seeing your beloved making themselves responsible for a cause you already consider lost and thinking it's about rejecting you.

It's ''you betrayed me and i betrayed you. it's about us. it's about togheter, we promised''.

#good omens spoilers #the magnus archives spoilers #good omens season 2 spoilers #the magnus archives season 5 spoilers #good omens #babbling babbling #good omens 2 #jonmartin #innefable husbands #tma #the magnus archives #magnuspod #go

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clairebearsparkles · 1 year

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Did some doodles for Sasha and Melanie character designs. Obvious season 4 and 5 spoiler for Melanie, I just wanted to finally draw how I interpret her blindness. She has no eyes, she’d hypothetically wear glass eyes, but I don’t think she’d wear them in the apocalypse lol

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vastpotato · 8 months

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Au where in the Unknowing, Jon Knows the one place in the building that will still be standing after the explosion.

Jon manages to get Tim there and shields him with his own body just as the explosion goes off.

Tim lives- Jon’s in a coma. Martin and Tim are chilling together, visiting jon in the hospital. Martin doesn’t fall to the lonely. Everything is FINE

#how different would season 4 and 5 be if Tim was there #the magnus archives #tma #the magnus institute #magnuspod #the archivist #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #timothy stoker #the unknowing #season 3 finale #tma au #tma au where everything is sorta mostly ok

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cactus-juiceee · 2 years

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just finished mag160 on the tma relisten,, i love the season 5 dynamic

#i remember reblogging fanart from when i finished 160 in the relisten before this one almost a year ago ;-;#time passes but the tma disease is still strong baby <3 #looking forward to jolly fun times in the apocalypse #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #tma season 5 #magnuspod #magpod #cactusjuiceart

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khujo-n · 2 years

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Fucking finally. I can finally post this and oh fuck I’m so incredibly proud of it. I’m gonna go cry and sleep now Oh TMA season 5... What an adventure

#the magnus archives #the magnus archive fanart #MagnusPod #tma #tma season 5 #jonathan sims #jonny sims #tma martin #martin blackwood #jmart

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tanis-drawings-2point0 · 7 months

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shootout to the fic i never got around to writing set in season 5 where they were trekking alone to hilltop road. Here after Martin spends some time yknow reading and stuff he finds that Annabelle got attacked (!?) by a hunt creature or something, and adamantly takes care of her u_u

the funny thing is that since it was all in martin's pov (and that it's annabelle we're talking about) there is always the question of whether the attack really happened or not, or rather, if it was completely unforeseen or she let herself get hurt to manipulate him in some way (and martin knows of that, he knows that pretty well)

(BUT ALSO theres the fact that for 8 years annabelle only had the p uncaring pull of the web to guide her so to have someone willingly take care of her for the first time in forever, well, it makes her feel some kind of way, alright)

#the magnus archives #martin blackwood #annabelle cane #blackwoodow #magnuspod #tma season 5 #there was supposed to be more comic pages but they were p dialogue heavy and i... forgor that dialogue :')

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marlasomething · 1 year

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(my) Mag a Week: Falling Power

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!Martin and The Vast (Eps. 192-198). It's a Season 5 style one...only one left after this one! As usual, please do forgive my quick tipper and non-native speaker mistakes, Marla Allons-y! CW: suicide, moraly grey or directly black behaviour, self-depricating speech Also on AO3!

Of too much freedom and loose limbs.

Audio recorded by The Archivist, in situ. I am so, so sorry. Not even you deserved this.

You can drink and eat all you want; your body will still register none of it. Just as breathing, even less, since when you breath at least the oxygen particles do something for you, not only disappear as they enter your organism.

Well, they used to do something, not anymore.... Actually, you can also breathe all you want! Or nothing at all! Isn’t this a freeing experience? Your whole physical form is beyond all exterior influences! Or interior, you can sometimes even hear how your organs dance, now gangly, since they have no function to cover.

For sure, maybe the world isn’t as hospitable as it once was, but…it’s not as if your tiny puny human form was going to go to many places, right? Even covering the whole planet Earth is but a crack in the entirety of the universe. Coming to think about it, since now you don’t have the whole Big Blue for you anymore…all you can visit in the corner that is feeding upon you, but without bothering much, you must admit…is almost freer, right? Imagine being able to choose a trip one day, but that doesn’t mean you cannot do another one right the following morning! Isn’t that just delightful ?!

All you can see is yours. Not to take, as it was before; it is far too vast for you to take, obviously. But to enjoy, let yourself loose…come on, don’t be anxious; there isn’t a cranny to lie down upon until everything is embraceable again.

Also, it won’t be.

Mikaele Salesa has always had everything under control. Not in a Mother-Of-Puppets-style, but in an I-know-exactly-where-everything-is-and-how-to-operate way. He had become an expert on having everything he needed at arm’s length…but those days were gone. He should have known, he should have known Sims, even if he had finally succumb to the Web, had still a very strong, unbreakable sense of justice, and he was not about to allow him to get away with decades of collateral damages.

So he had broken his camera, and he had then expected to be claimed by The End (since he has been escaping death as long as he has been alive), or The Web (for all his twisted plots), or The Beholding just because that was the World they were in now…Hell, he even thought of The Corruption, being him an independent and extremely clean man himself.

Never would have he imagined The Vast would be the one making of him a very long meal.

It made sense, though; now, there was nothing he could truly grasp, everything was far too immense for doing so and his very own body was just…also a floating mass linked to Earth for no particular good reason.

Even his limbs were a bit too free on its moves, the articulations twisting in directions no human body part is supposed to be twisted. He tried to run, but what people would have seen, having the mobility of a wooden puppet, having to drag the rest of his physical mass to…reach the door? What was beyond the door?

He didn’t want to know, because it was almost certainly more of this liminal open-sky space he currently occupied, another place to be remembered of his insignificant by giving him twisted versions…of…

…fuck, he has begun to forget how the real world worked. Enough of this; there were other ways of being a “good victim” of The Beholding.

He managed to put his whole body (limb from limb, almost finger from finger) at one of the Edges so cheerfully marked.

And he jumped to the vast uncertainty.

Forever, or, at least, as long as the current forever lasted.

I think that, if we maintained regular calendars…Salesa has resisted that jump for almost a century. This means that, well, he has lived more than he would have ever lived if Jon hadn’t taken away the camera…and used it to preserve himself as human as possible (the breaking thing was all a play).

To stay human… For me. Fuck, Jon…the camera has stopped working, Jon is starting to become…less himself. I am too; I have been for a while, even before Basira chose to join Daisy, walking into that End domain with…brute force.

So, with what we had managed to discover…We are about to do it, save this world, let everybody start from where they left…where I made them leave.

I don’t know if I will survive, or if Jon will become Jon again…maybe we both pass to another world, and get to be monster Somewhere Else.

At this point…I…

I don’t know.

#a mag a day #a mag a week #mag horror #statement #original statement #the magnus archives #fanfic #tma #magnuspod #mikaele salesa #martin blackwood #archivist martin blackwood #fic #the vast #magnuspod season 5

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magnuscomedybracket · 6 months

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Round 1 Match 3

039 Infestation vs. 180 Moving On

Propaganda under the cut!

039 Infestation

"Statement of Joe Spooky, regarding Sinister Happenings in the downtown old-"

180 Moving On

“I spy with my little eye… literally everything” (spooky tomb laugh)

#the magnus archives #tma #magpod #magnuspod #polls #tournament #round 1 #everybody give it up for 180 as the sole representative for season 5

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glitchingicarus · 2 years

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With all the hype Rusty Quill has been drumming up again, is it a good time to remind y’all of this quilt I made around this time last year?

The quilt is comprised of thirty 8x8in digital illustrations (15 Fears and 15 of my favorite episodes, 3 from each season) that I had printed on cotton, a layer of batting in the middle, backed and lined with black cotton and a green cotton bias tape border, with a little tag stitched onto the back corner with a quote from MAG 086 Tucked In, “The blanket never did anything”. The finished blanket is about 43x50 inches, give or take a bit, and was the work of about 3 to 4 months (from start on the illustrations, to printing, to assembly, all done in and around work and other projects).

This was my first every quilting project, and has certainly not been my last! I actually have a few more TMA themed pieces I’ve been meaning to share, which I should actually do at some point. It’s a little rough, as it was a learning experience and my first quilt, but I’m still really proud of it! (Though I’d like to make another, as there are other favorite episodes I’d like to include that didn’t make it on to this one). The weather has turned cold here, so the quilt has come out once more to keep me nice and toasty!

#The Magnus Archives #magnuspod #TMA #quilt #quilting #sewing #Rae's Crafty Things #stitchery #tma spoilers #tma season 5 spoilers #still really happy with this #and I love making cassette square designs for the episodes!#it's very fun

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renmadreams · 5 months

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Should I finish this? 👀

Something I doodled a while back when I finished Tma, I had some art block about it but idk we’ll see if I wanna finish it

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bea-trician · 2 years

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The Chronic Iris (Iridaceae Beatrice)

The Chronic Iris is a notoriously difficult plant, as constant, random changes in the composition and state of its stalks and petals require a steady level of maintenance and a recurring need to adjust its conditions for optimal inflammatory bloom.

The iris thrives best in soil that is damp, putrid and dense with fungus. Bacterial cultures are essential to its development, as an overgrowth of yeast contributes to this flower’s remarkable scent. It requires regular misting with a blended cocktail of immunosuppressants and antibiotics. While this flower’s efficient self-destruction is its most distinctive quality, it requires vigilant care to keep its process running. It is not allowed to give up completely.

A well-kept Chronic Iris displays a mottled pattern on its petals, a graphic combination of red, ulcerated tissue that screams with inflammation and darkened speckles of decay where the lining of organs has worn itself ragged. It emits a thick nectar of sickly yellow pus and infected blood, which drips steadily from the sores and boils that decorate its rotten leaves. Occasionally this drainage hardens into pustules, forming a crust on the surface of the iris’s petals, which can be picked at or scraped off to create further irritation. Some abscesses may require assistance from the gardener to be properly lanced and drained. Most eventually burst on their own, creating a magnificent, viscous mess and covering the iris with its own rancid nectar. It bleeds and oozes and stinks of disease. It weeps endlessly, and it will never be clean.

This discharge is a method of self-maintenance for the iris, a frail attempt to fight a constant invisible infection, which contributes to the very real filth of its environment. Like most things the iris does, the inflammation and the picking and the digging of holes through its own tissue, its own organic behaviors are nowhere near enough to keep it functioning. No matter what it does, it is only a matter of time before it is doomed to break down again.

The iris is trapped in a cycle of unpredictable sickness. Beatrice simmers in a warm, uncomfortable hot-pink of panicked tissue and misplaced blood before inflamed sites wilt and degrade. Scarring crumples and hardens their tissues, turning them dense and useless. Then the disease finds somewhere new to take root, and the process begins again as the endless bickering with their own immune system rages on. Endless infections, reactions to pathogens none can see, flesh unable to rest no matter how often it is told there is nothing wrong. A procession of bewildered doctors shrug in confusion. These things just happen sometimes. There isn’t much they can do. No one understands how it works. Not really.

So Beatrice survives, and the iris blooms forever.

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