Happy belated 3 year TOtMiS anniversary everyone! 2 years ago, I started writing the final arc of this behemoth of a fic, and now we only have the epilogue remaining. Thank you to everyone who has stuck around for the ride!
[ID: Digital art of Chester and Norris from The Magnus Protocol. They are both portrayed as object-heads with dated IBM monitors attached to their shoulders. Chester is taller and thin with a medium brown skin tone, with one leg of his trousers conspicuously missing. Norris is shorter and fat with pale skin. They are standing with their hands in their pockets, facing slightly away from one another. Chester’s screen says “Canaries should stay above ground.” and Norris’s says “I’m so sorry. I should have listened.” The image is overlaid with heavy chromatic aberration, distortion, and glitch effects. End ID.]
how we doing gamers. is everyone feeling so normal.
suburbia; or the sad, quiet horror of getting everything you ever wanted
"No Surprises," Radiohead // Safe (1995) // Kingdom Come, J.G. Ballard // Blue Velvet (1986) // "Once in a Lifetime," Talking Heads // Little Shop of Horrors (1986) // Jon Ware on I Am In Eskew // Vivarium (2019) // "His 'n' Hers," Pulp // The Truman Show (1998) // White Noise, Don DeLillo // Supergod, Warren Ellis and Garrie Gastonny // 17776, Jon Bois // photograph of 1970s Las Vegas underground Cold War bunker // Disco Elysium, ZA/UM
sqh has two god powers. accidentally changing the world by saying something, and any time he's more stressed than he can physically take anymore he pulls a bocchi scream. glitch effect and all. "Shang-shixiong, why don't you meet with other sect leaders? What do you think, sect leader?" "Oh yes, our trade and intersect reputation could benefit greatly from- SHANG SHIDI?????" nightmare fuel situation. he acts 100% fine when they say he doesnt have to, like it never happened.
IM ACTUALLY SO OBSESSED WITH THE IDEA HE'S DOING A BOCCHI SCREAM WHEN HE'S TOO OVERWHELMED OR DOESNT WANT TO DO STUFF ANON THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME
He's just a little tired, nothing like an all-powerful god screeching to inhuman levels that beings can't comprehend
The thing about TMA is that if I think about Sasha James too much I will cry and if I think about Michael Shelley too much I will cry and if I think about Agnes Montegue too much I will cry and if I think about Jonathan Sims too much I will cry and if I think about Naomi Herne too much I will cry and if I think about Gerry Keay too much I will cry and if I think about Tim Stoker too much I will cry and if I think about Jane Prentiss too much I will cry and if I think about Martin Blackwood too much I will cry and—
As a sort of celebration for my second re-listen to Old Gods of Appalachia and a sudden realization that I need to draw more animals, here's the great Hornéd Head and his (unbroken) glowing antlers