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belle-epochalypse · 2 days ago
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Sometimes I think about how tma transcript writers went straight for the jugular on this one
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pearlescentart · a day ago
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Erasing the Line Day 3: Paris - Goodbyes - The crack in the ceiling bringing the house down
Little bit late due to holiday travel, hopefully I'll have today's up soon.!
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sidney65635 · 2 days ago
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SPOILERS FOR RQG EP 217
The battle roaring around Wilde is indescribably, unbearably loud. He can hear the crackling of flames from the clock tower below, Azu’s axe wailing as she fights, Cel’s bombs exploding. So much is happening all at once that he barely has time to acknowledge the sudden arrival of allies when they pop onto the roof. Some part of him notices Zolf, high above the platform, clinging onto the Babbage Array. Zolf has things under control, he forcefully reminds himself. Wilde is so busy, and there is so much going on that he doesn’t notice Guivres free herself from her fight with Apophis, doesn’t notice her flying towards the tower until it is too late. Because Guivres is not aiming for him or the tower but for Zolf. And the array that is the lifeline for the entire world. Every instinct screams at him to fly up, to protect Zolf. To save him. But Wilde can’t. He has to live, not because he wants to but because he has to. He has to make sure the array gets set off. Has to save the world that has damaged both of them so immensely. It isn’t fair, he wants to scream into the wind. He and Zolf have been through hell and back. They’ve lost so much already. It isn’t fair that they have to lose more. Wilde processes all of this and makes a split second decision. It’s risky and perhaps foolish, but he can’t bear for Zolf to die like this, alone and unsure. (He’s not sure he can bear Zolf’s death at all.)
He creates an illusion. Next to Zolf, with hands on his shoulders, pulling him close. He wishes more than anything that he could go to Zolf. He wishes this was not the end of their story, that this wasn’t their story at all and they had met somewhere else, where the world wasn’t in danger and their biggest problem was the annoying neighbor who lived next to them. But they are here in this world, in this moment, and all Wilde can do is provide comfort.
“We’ve got this,” his illusion whispers into Zolf’s ear. A promise. The world will be saved. Wilde takes one more moment, one more action, wishing he could do more. He cries out, attacking the nearest enemy and breaking his invisibility. He looks up and watches, helpless, as his illusion embraces Zolf.
“I love you,” Wilde has it tell him. He looks into Zolf’s eyes as the flames roar, and the entire world goes white.
Zolf is dying. He braces himself for impact, curling his body around the array. The array is more important than his life, more important than any of their lives. It is the only hope for the entire world. In the last moment before the flames hit him, he feels hands on his shoulders, and hears a voice in his ear.
“We’ve got this,” it whispers, and Zolf knows instantly it is Wilde. He would know Wilde anywhere. Zolf would know from the touch of his hands that were once soft, but grew callused on the airship, the newly smoothed skin on his face where is scar once was, the scent of that stupid aftershave he insisted on dragging everywhere they went. Zolf experiences a lightning flash of emotions; shock followed by anger followed by fear. Wilde cannot be here, because he will die, and he needs to make sure this works. (Zolf cannot experience Wilde dying a third time, not even when he, himself, is mere moments away from death.) There is a sudden cry from below him, and Zolf sees… Wilde, standing on the platform, sending spells at the enemies nearest to him. Zolf puts the pieces together in an instant, and feels like love and regret will split him in half. Love for this man, who knows the price they both have to pay but comforts him anyway. Regret for the life they could have shared. He can see it so vividly for a moment. A house on the beach, where he can cook and Wilde can write. It would be cozy, but with enough room for their friends to stay whenever they visited. It would be peaceful, and it would be theirs.
“I love you,” Wilde whispers in his ear, and it may be an illusion but it feels so, so real. There is no risk in denying himself this final comfort, so he pulls this not-Wilde closer and scans the ground below him. He makes eye contact with the real Wilde. I love you, he thinks as the flames hit him. As his body lights up with pain and his consciousness fades, he hopes they’ll see each other again someday, in whatever place comes next.
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chloeposting back at it again <3
[ID: A traditional pencil illustration of Chloe Abbas, an OC from The Magnus Archives. She is a fat hijabi woman, wearing a short-sleeve shirt with squiggle and flower patterns and dark long sleeves underneath, a hijab with a pattern of several continuous squiggles, and glasses. She is looking directly forward with her head tilted to one side and a blank expression like she has been possessed. One eye is visible through her glasses, while the other is blocked by the reflection from the lens. Around her there are several floating distorted eyes, staring towards her. End ID]
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looseinthecatroom · 2 days ago
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What a lovely day to remind everyone, for no reason in particular, that irl, Oscar Wilde was a 6′3 Irish lad who once beat up a slew of college shit heads by himself when they came upstairs in his dorm to give him a hard time. (He then marched back downstairs, took their wine, and toasted to “the good health” of the shit heads that had remained downstairs tyvm.)
Which is all to say...
Surely Wilde has.... if not loads... then SOME hit points...?? ;_;
(No but really he’s not an idiot, he definitely did some magic nonsense. I’m not actually worried. >.>
But Benjamin my good sir; I know he’s classed as a bard in RQG, but irl Wilde was very much not made of paper and I require people to be aware of that fact. >=‘( )
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dusklight-crossing · 15 hours ago
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Okay, am I forgetting something or wasn't Wildes ruff like so big he struggled to fit through doors and see past it?
How close is he holding Zolf?? Is he resting it on Zolfs head? Is he leaning over in a way that it won't even touch him? I'm just trying to imagine what that would look like
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karnivil · 3 months ago
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I miss Michael unu)
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I'm not happy with Michael's fcuking face but my spine hurts so here we go :(
EDIT: I put this up on Redbubble if you guys want to get it as liddle print (or postcard or sticker etc) : LINK
Credit if you repost. Reblogs are appreciated!
Edit: I just want you all to know that your tags have genuinely cheered me up ;u;) Thank you all so much!<333
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theyellowmistress · 7 months ago
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Season 1 Part 5: Ep. 25-32 (click for hq)
{Michael Distortion killed my family}
I did not, in fact, make my self-appointed deadline of finishing the s1 covers in time for the finale ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but it doesn’t matter!
I’ll be making these covers til the (good) cows come home (not the bad cows, never the bad cows)
Season 1 Part 4 Season 1 Part 6
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thechekhov · a month ago
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@shisei11 and I decided to do a collab, and what better thing to collab on than tarot and Magnus Archives? 
Lineart by me, coloring/rendering by shisei! 
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pearlescentart · 2 days ago
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The Line is Erased Day 2: The Channel - Travel - To catch a breath; to rest and relax
The eye of the storm. This is more paint-y than I usually go for, but I'm actually real pleased with how it turned out?
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artbyblastweave · 3 months ago
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I gotta say, as someone who really, deeply gets the appeal of revenge-horror fantasies, and of the siren song of vigilantism in general, there was something deeply, deeply satisfying about how thoroughly The Magnus Archives went “No, fuck you” in regards to that “ethical murder” post going around about how vampires should target billionaires or whatever, Santa Clarita style.
I’m deeply leery of flippant attempts to brush off the moral consequences of a vampiric lifestyle with “Oh, I’ll just target bad people! UwU.” That wouldn’t be sustainable! People go to school to try and figure out who’s deserving of punishment and death on a moral, legal and philosophical level, and we all know how that fucking goes!  What, are you gonna start working your way down the twitter callout list? Kill customers who’re rude to you in the hopes that that was the extent of their whole fucking personality? What happens when eight vampires show up at the house of the same convicted sex offender? How many corrupt politicians can you kill before people notice a pattern? For that matter, do you, personally, actually pay enough attention to politicians to tell the genuinely corrupt and abhorrent from the faintly slimy, or the decent ones targeted by the media?
Broadly speaking I’m deeply leery of most media that tries to pawn off vampires and werewolves and the like as misunderstood outcasts while also having them have to eat people to sustain themselves- if X-Men aren’t an ideal metaphor for marginalized groups because they have an inherent potential to be a threat, monsters suck when the narrative shows us that they really are just going to keep killing people, again and again and again, and the best we can hope for is that all the people that they’re shown killing are set up in advance as unpleasant or evil, so it’s all fine. 
It’s a copout. If there’s anything resembling a society of these bastards- or even a small community of them, a la The Magnus Archives- then all those charming supporting characters have almost certainly done something to earn themselves the death penalty a hundred times over.
And that’s what I love about TMA- there’s no ethical way to do it, and most of the avatars don’t bother pretending that there is, or pretending that they care enough to go out of their way to find one. The handful that do either wind up repudiating their power with mixed success (Melanie, Daisy, Martin) or spending all their time working damage control (Jon) and mostly failing anyway. The vigilante monsters (Daisy, Trevor) are arguably the worst, in that they explicitly get the wrong people quite often and then just brush it off as the cost of doing business. Adelard Dekker is the only vigilante in the setting who manages to walk that line without falling off, in that he only ever targets avatars who are actively, patently engaged in killing sprees or mass murder (Throne of melted corpses, anyone?) and he, himself doesn’t have any powers.
(Compare to settings like Worm, where the superpower system is inherently rooted in a person’s trauma and damage, and the “Avatars” thus tend to circle back to it in a way that’s unhealthy, but there are still paths to be productive and ethical within the confines of the system- they’re just really hard to find, and frequently beaten down by conventional human bureaucracy. Compare to The Boys, whose major saving grace was its near complete unwillingness to play ball with the “MCU Superheroes as a marginalized group“ dynamic.)
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enolabrained today because i ended up doin some human ones,,,
[ID: 3 traditional doodles of Enola, a slightly fat person with freckles and an afro, wearing a turtleneck sweater and earrings as well as a high-vis vest and safety goggles. The first is of her smiling, with more detailed texture and shading. The second has them taking their goggles off their forehead, causing their hair to fall and cover their eyes. In the third, they are holding up the furry version of themself, a small hedgehog/mouse -like creature, by the tail and looking at it with huge eyes, saying “mouse...”. End ID]
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shorteststory · a month ago
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VERY SCARY STORY FOR THE SCARY SEASON (ft. Jonathan Sims)
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dropinart · 8 months ago
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Thank you ❤️❤️
This podcast means a LOT to me and so does the cast. The community built around it has already brought me closer to people and every character, storyline and spooky statement has provided me with heaps of inspiration. There’s still too much going on in my head after yesterday’s ending to put everything I adore about this podcast into words, but it’s.. been a wild ride, to say the least. I went into the show knowing virtually nothing about it and left with the knowledge that, not only is it one of the most well-written pieces of media I’ve ever encountered, but it’s also one of the few stories that has accurately and consistently represented queer identities. Which makes my little sapphic heart very happy :) Although Jon/Martin’s unknown fate is definitely driving me a bit bonkers right now haha.
I’m also not done with the show either, I’m very eager to re-listen and experience it all over again ❤️ So you can definitely except more content!!
But first I need to sleep. It’s 2am 😅
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wxrringtxn · 8 months ago
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helloooooo Magnus Archives babes, I have made a picrew to manifest your best self, please show me your darkest fears 💜
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