#30 dead end job

[cirrus-grey]

Wait wait wait I'm putting pieces together

From TMA 198, Precipice:

MARTIN Hey, what happened here? Are you both okay? Where is everybody? GEORGIE [Upset] They came for them. Took them away. Like before. ARCHIVIST Oh, god. MARTIN Who’s ‘they’? GEORGIE The… things from the city. You know, the, the ones that serve that big eye.

Georgie and Melanie’s cult (including Celia) were attacked and taken away by the former Archivists who were guarding the Panopticon.

From TMAGP 30, Dead End Job:

ARCHIVIST AT LAST, IT IS MINE!

CELIA …and then the fearless one reached in and grasped me, tore me out, leaving my story to fall away like autumn leaves…

THE ARCHIVIST IS FROM THE TMA WORLD TOO

It came over to this world with Celia when it was kidnapping her from the tunnels. It was locked in the tunnels under the Manchester Institute because it came from the tunnels under the London Institute. It's been trying to find her this whole time because its job was to drag her back to the Fear domains and it failed. It needed her, and the rift, to complete its duty.

That's why the rift was more balanced after it went through with Sam. The Archivist was part of what was unbalancing it! And now the poor thing is lost in a world that no longer has the Eye to guide it, with the wrong victim, and not even a Panopticon to go home to. Poor thing is probably hundreds of years old and just wants to do its job. I hope Georgie and Melanie find it and give it a nice cup of tea.

[cosmichorrorlesbians]

'Look how it splits the light… like a prism. It’s so… beautiful.'

'Dangerous.'

[eighthman-bound]

Burn this damn road allready

[neo--queen--serenity]

WE WERE ALL THINKING IT, OKAY

[vpstrange]

“What- What is that? What happened? Where’s Sam?”

[galliro]

Yo... so does this ending mean we might see TMA universe characters come back in the next season?

[shxxmisafreak]

hilltop center (yonic) OIAR (phallic)

[matoitech]

i wish kaiju no 8 was better than it was i love the concept of it but ive never been able to get further than liek idk .. 15 chapters or so. maybe i havent given it a fair chance i mean it took me multiple tries over the years to break into dungeon meshi bcuz i jsut wasnt interested in the early chapters but i have this kind of opposite problem w kaiju no 8 where id rather watch kafka work minimum wage than wherever it feels like itll go. it just doesnt rly successfully keep my interest. i feel like the baseline story concept is more interesting than whats actually done w it cuz it feels like itll just become repetitive fight scene to military scene and back again. i have Not read the entire thing i really cannot attest to this its just the vibe i get i guess. im not really sure like. what happens in it besides the beginning? everyone knows the beginning and no one seems to know or remember what happens after that

[nylarac]

many thoughts in my head

[cirrus-grey]

No, seriously, what makes Celia so special??? If Darrien and the other "emaciated souls" were each balanced out by someone getting eaten by the Centre then I guess it makes sense, but then why didn't Hill Top just eat someone to balance Celia? Why does two people going in her place balance it out instead of unbalancing it in the other direction?

And what about the other people we know who've crossed over? What balanced Anya Villette? Or Jon and Martin? Or the goddamn Fears???

[meezer]

spending this much time and effort and energy working towards a career path I really do not like or want or will ever go into is really taking the wind out of my sails not gonna lie. and making me hate the humanities 😍

[eighthman-bound]

Lena and Protocol!Gertrude on their way to enjoy an endless brunch while the OIAR burns down lets goooooo

[bi-luminescentdragon]

I did 2 different Tarot readings for my 2024 in summary and the best thing I got from it is I need to get a better job and possibly go back to college.

[cirrus-grey]

From everything she said it sounds like Celia doesn't know the apocalypse was reversed so like. She was absolutely prepared to sacrifice Sam to a full-on Fearscape to stay in this dimension.

[eighthman-bound]

Well that’s going to one hell of an awkward train home back to Manchester

[girlthingamie]

“Hey sis, wanna go for a walk?”

You don’t think much of it. This family reunion is getting boring and stressful so I’m asking if you want to go smoke in the woods before having to come back for dinner, not the first time. It’s chilly out so you tell me you’re going go to grab a hoodie, but I throw one of mine at you before you can take a step away. “Come on, don’t waste time,” I say as I roll my eyes. You pull the hoodie over your head slowly, breathing in deep as the scent of me floats off the fabric. Watching you huff my clothes makes me a little hard just as it makes you a little wet when you look up from it to see me smirking at you. Neither of us think much of it.

As we walk down the street you instinctively grab my hand and stick close to my side. An old habit from when we were little. Mom used to make us hold hands when we went out on our own so that you wouldn’t wander off. It was always my job to keep an eye on you. To keep you safe. Neither of us think much of it.

I light up my cigarette as we enter the woods, but when you reach to grab my pack out of my hands I pull it away. You look at me puzzled but when the words “Earn it,” come out of my mouth your look turns to a mix of excitement and fear. “Let’s play chase for it.” Your eyes widen. “1… 2… 3…” You break out running after spending the first few seconds frozen. You’ve made it pretty far when you hear me shout out “30.” The excitement fills both of our minds. The thought of me catching you... neither of us can think of much else.

You're a little out of shape, it's been years since we played like this. We stopped when you started getting bullied by the other girls your age for still playing with your big sis. I'll admit, I was pissed off at that. I always liked the feeling of chasing you through the woods. No matter how old we got. Regardless, you start to tire out quicker than you used to. Even though you can't hear me yet, you start to get the feeling that I'm getting closer. A sort of sixth sense I trained into you from the early age we started playing these sort of games. You never thought much of it.

You stop to catch your breath, leaning against a tree. You couldn't have anticipated me sneaking up on you. You couldn't have anticipated me hiding on just the other side of that tree trunk. You feel me exhale smoke on the nape of your neck as I come up behind you, but I grab you by the waist before you have a chance to react. Before you know it, you're pinned against the tree. The stench of both of our sweat is strong. For a second, it's all either of us can think of.

I look at you dead in the eye with the end of my cig between my teeth. "Looks like you lost. No smoke for you." I blow the last puff of smoke into your face. "In fact that was so pathetic of a loss..." I glance down and with one hand lift up the sweater I gave you revealing a bit of tummy. I squat down to be up close to the exposed skin and put the cig out on you with my mouth. You squirm from the pain, but you know better than to try to writhe away, another lesson from childhood. I let the cigarette butt fall to the dirt and place a gentle kiss on the burn mark. My lips, your tummy, both so soft. For a second, it's all either of us can think about.

I look up at you and lock into what feels like an hour of eye contact as we both realize how fucking hot that was, our minds racing through different thoughts and emotions. "We should uh.. probably head back. Don't want to miss dinner, right?" I say through heavy breaths as I stand up without breaking eye contact. I turn around and take a step but you grab my arm and pull me right up against you, sandwiching yourself between me and the tree. You kiss me. Eagerly. Desperately. You need it. I need it. I kiss you back. I run a hand under the sweater, my sweater, that stands between me and your soft skin. You moan a little into my mouth as you feel your big sister grope your chest. We stay out there for hours. We don't make it back for dinner, but neither of us think much of it.