#CHESTER

[james-spooky]

HIT ME LIKE A TRUCK

[freneticfangirl]

Jonathan Sims • The Archivist

[nesperus]

protocol predictions

[charon-cries]

y'all this post is untagged ai. a lot of people aren't realizing it, but if you take a second to look at it, it becomes very clear

tumblr keeps showing it to me and OP has refused to tag it, so when you go in the reblogs it's a bunch of people who don't seem to realize that it's ai either. i recognized a lot of usernames in the reblogs, from people who i definitely know are against ai stuff. so if you've reblogged this thinking a human made it because OP refuses to edit the original post for transparency— now you know.

[spiral-man]

Love that the vast majority of people listening to the Magnus Protocol right now are coming already from the Magnus Archives and so we’re rocking up like it’s the hunger games or something like-

“alright guys, wallets out, who do we think is gonna be the first to die? I’ve got $20 on Colin”

We really are not beating the “listeners are servants of The Eye” allegations anytime soon. We really will never learn our lesson huh?

[v0idwraith]

THIS SURE WAS AN EPISODE HUH

[allthingseurope]

Chester, England by Paulina Galna

[statementlives]

chester and norris potentially communicating through case files will be the death of me i fear.

[peacefulandcozy]

Instagram credit: comewithkris

[littleechoart]

My Magnus Protocol character designs!

Absolutely loving all the new characters in protocol and needed to throw my hat in the ring for fan character designs of all these lil goobers.

Gee I sure hope none of them die 💀😭

Please god don’t let anything happen to Alice

[lisoun-matsuno]

mom say it's my turn with the tma au

we all know jon is in this computer, so why not made him the computer

[james-spooky]

pretty please

[cirrus-grey]

I was scared, Darla. I was so scared. I was certain I’d been set up, that they wouldn’t be returning. I turned to leave, hoping I could get back to the TMA feed but then the program began to speak from where it was trapped in the computer.

It was their voices. It was Jon and Martin's voices. I know you won’t believe me but they read the stories and I know it was their voices. I froze in place.

They grew clearer, and as the distortion faded from the recording for a moment I could make out the mechanical tones, the off-putting cadence. They spoke slowly, intoning the incident reports with steady, measured voices. Something was speaking through them, from inside the machine.

I said the only thing I could think: “Jon? Martin? Is that you?”

And those voices I have loved for eight years answered: “Some of them.”

And then they laughed.

[runawayandhide]

[gammija]

[payuappa]

animals r crossing