#and fear entities

[oakt733]

“enjoy sky blue”

( this shit is A0 it’s huge but i love the sky and the clouds and the fear of falling and the feeling of falling and the vast and this drawing is about fear and could also be the lonely and it’s fog and mist and everything and im just aaaa )

[pisscentral]

haven’t posted any art in a bit sooo

FEAR WHEEL

(btw yes the dice is purposefully all snake eyes, just clarifying)

[dyke-in-crisis]

I have noticed a pattern & I’m guilty of all of these

[whore-man]

if there was ever a tv adaptation of the magnus archives i think sasha should be played by the same person as notsasha the whole time.

there are perhaps a few polaroids shown briefly in the background with someone you don't recognize during s1, but they disappear in s2.

in the end, the viewer doesn't remember the 'real' sasha either, because she was never acting in the show. all you have is memories of notsasha.

the first time we actually see the actor in the pictures from s1 is in the flashbacks at the beginning of s5; sasha and tim talking, jon's birthday, sweet memories that just- don't seem quite right, even though you know this is the true version.

[i-lost-my-last-blog]

so .... nerdy prudes must die am I right?

This is a drawing from when the musical first came out and I was in a bit of a spooky October mood . I kind of rushed it but eh I'll live

Teenagers getting haunted by beings beyond their imagination is the new genre

[monarchetype]

life pro tip - reframe your daily activities in your mind

instead of ENJOYING NEW EXPERIENCES, you are FEEDING THE CEASELESS WATCHER

instead of GETTING DISTRACTED BY STORY IDEAS, you are PLEASING THE MOTHER OF PUPPETS

instead of HAVING AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS, you are INDULGING IN THE MAGNITUDE OF THE VAST

instead of PREPARING MEALS, you are NOURISHING THE RAVENOUS FLESH

instead of GETTING COMFY UNDER THE BLANKETS, you are ENTERING THE LOVING EMBRACE OF THE BURIED

feel free to reblog with your own reframing techniques!!!

[oceanichymns]

THE HUNT

[ art for a TMA Collab hosted by @mintybagels ]

[xxplastic-cubexx]

you open my Super Important Documents and its just pictures of charles xavier

[so-very-small]

I lived in a small village, on the outskirts on the Giant’s Forest. I had never seen the giant, though I’ve heard the tales; he’s as big as the trees and his home could fit the whole village inside, he’s a monstrous beast that one should always avoid. A gargantuan terror, that no one sees and lives to tell the tale.

I did always venture farther into the woods than the others. I feared the Giant as we all do, but all the good forage at the forest edge had been plucked clean, so I went further. I don’t recall how I got injured, but I’ll never forget the tremors of the earth as the Giant approached. I don’t think it was the pain in my leg that made me faint, it was sheer and utter fright.

I woke up on a large pillow, leg bandaged and the dirt wiped off my face. In the Giant’s home. It took time for us to even be able to talk without my terror getting in the way. But I have now been here two weeks, and I. feel. stupid. I am watching The Giant, The Monster of the Forest, the Great Unfathomable Beast, and he just sneezed so hard he hit his head on a doorframe. Yesterday he accidentally stepped on a flower, and cried about it. I spent decades of my life being terrified of this “monster”, and he’s singing showtunes while baking a pie. You’re telling me I was scared all those years FOR NOTHING? I’M KINDA MAD ABOUT IT. HE’S JUST SOME GUY.

[polyhexianbirb]

7 down, 7 more to go.

[oakt733]

got permission to base my uni project off the magnus archives i’m about to fanart this shit so hard

[radiance1]

Based on the wonderful designs made by @puppetmaster13u specifically the Blob King Danny ones!

Danny stared down small child before him, scowling and pointing a sword at him, ready to stab him Danny bets. Danny slowly crossed his arms, letting out a slight hum.

This was not what he expected when his little ones wanted to lead him somewhere.

He turned his head slightly, staring at the pit that held glowing green water and, slightly. Ever so slightly.

Shivered.

The amount of life in that thing made his skin crawl, and he hasn't felt that in a while.

He then turned his gaze back down to the child, who, outwardly, looked no different. But he could see the curiosity hidden behind the pure hostility at the slightest shift to attention towards one of his little ones.

So, Danny made a decision.

Faster than the kid could react, he picked him up in a way that would let him not be stabbed immediately and left.

---

Henry fidgeted with his glasses, eyes determined not to find their way to the kid held by the King Class entity standing before him or, Danny, as he would be preferred to be called.

"Who is this...?" He looked at the ghost in question, silent hope in his heart that this isn't what he thinks it was.

"Your newest little brother!" Danny ruthlessly crushed said hope, albeit unknowingly. "Found him, liked him, didn't see any guardians around so I adopted him!"

Henry knew there was a lot of differences between ghosts and humans. But never had he been so dismayed over such a difference in culture.

"Um, Danny...?" He began, placing his glasses on his face as he sweat dropped.

"You can call me dad too, of course!" Danny flashed a beaming smile full of teeth his way, and Henry was touched by the sentiment, really, he was.

"You can't just kidnap a random child just because he seemingly," Henry stressed the word, to signify its importance and to hopefully drive home the point. "Had no guardians around."

"Well that's good!" Danny said, smile not dropping one bit and in fact, growing wider as his tail wagged. "Cause I adopted! Not kidnapped!"

"Danny-"

The ex-scientist was cut off by the sound of a blade piercing flesh, and he slowly looked down to find the child stabbing a knife through Danny's stomach.

Oh dear.

---

Damian smirked, finally having been able to injure his kidnapper. The man was a fool, daring to drop his guard around him and easing his grip. It worked out for Damian, of course.

He twisted knife in the man's stomach, utterly disregarding the other one entirely. He seemed weak, so he was a non-issue.

When a moment passed and Damian wasn't dropped, his brows furrowed a bit in confusion as he twisted the knife again.

A beat.

He slowly looked up the sound of a giggle, finding a wide, fanged smile staring down at him with curved, pleased eyes containing a touch of pleased surprise, a hint of pride and a glint that Damian could only describe as manic.

"Knew I picked up a good one." The man purred, voice sounding a slight bit inhuman in his excitement. "We're going to get along well, you and I."

The man giggled and Damian, shamefully, found himself wanting to step back as something felt off about the man. Foreign.

Other.

"Welcome to the family, little champion."

[somoln]

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴...

[thermodynamic-comedian]

consider this. i don't know what it is, but i want you to consider it.

the eye - paranoia

the spiral - delusion

the stranger - capgras syndrome

the slaughter - trauma

the dark - dissociation

the hunt - projection

the lonely - depression

the vast - hypomania

the end - existential dread

the corruption - intrusive thoughts

the flesh - body dysmorphia

the desolation - destructive behavior

the web - addiction

the buried - burnout

[jaybirdscoffee]

forever thinking about how the magnus archives really fumbled the Flesh. there was such potential there beyond just meat and whatever jared hopworth’s deal was. there’s the body, there’s the lack of control over it, there’s changes against your will, and sometimes hatred for it. there are uniquely horrifying bodily experiences that could have been explored that expand on it wholly. to me, the Flesh is the one fear i think never got enough development.

as a trans person, i identify with the flesh. i’m sure i’m not the only one, but the idea of a trans exploration of the Flesh and its nuances has fascinated me since i first listened to MAG 111, when we first learned about smirke’s 14. i would’ve loved (and still would) a trans or trans-coded Flesh avatar (because jared hopworth just does not cut it for me). jared’s flesh garden is something i think about often, though. the way the plants are tended, groomed and transformed into something else, people twisted into flowers comprised of their entire beings, still able to feel and exist with the horror of living as something you are not, something this world has shaped you into. i think a lot about a Flesh avatar with a similar premise, too. someone who saw themself transforming into something - someone - they couldn’t recognize, instead taking hold of it, molding their own flesh, cutting away and adding pieces, in an eternal state of visceral metamorphosis. and they wouldn’t have it any other way.

to me, the flesh is more than just meat. there are so many angles to look at it. the idea of feeling your emotions so viscerally they only manifest as bodily sensation, as nausea, as bruises and bleeding and bile, and you don’t have any idea why this is happening to you, because you’re fine. you’re fine, aren’t you? your mind is fine. sure, your head is pounding and your stomach feels like it’s a burning hole within you, and your bones ache so much you can’t move, but you’re fine. (for me, this is a big part of my being autistic. my feelings tend to register in my body before they ever do my brain). your body is turning against you in new and horrible ways, and you don’t know why. and the Flesh feeds on that confusion and pain. it loves it.

the Flesh genuinely had so, so much potential, and i wish there had been more on it, something that made it truly horrifying, especially since i think a piece of TMA’s fanbase found something in it that scratched their brains from the beginning.

anyway, yeah, i have feelings about the Flesh.

[mildcicada]

My friend's gift to me for my birthday!!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)