#bonzo is jesus

[magnus-marmot]

I absolutely love this train of thought, and alchemists (somewhat paradoxically) also really loved their religious iconography. So I'll run with this for a bit, bear with me.

I have personally come to believe that Mr. Bonzo is a marriage of all the principles, a Jungian actualisation of a concept. The Bonzo character had a wide spread of influence over his appearances on television. Crucially, his appearance inspired at least some unease and was associated with violence. So a widespread idea of Mr Bonzo took form in the collective unconscious, or Mercury. This is your Holy Spirit, if you will.

Mr. Bonzo also had a body, ie. the suit, which was an accepted concrete symbol, almost synonymous with the concept itself. This is Salt, or the Son.

Over time, the people wearing the suit started getting hurt for seemingly no reason, which was probably both a metaphysical answer to the audiences expectations (or prayers) and served to strengthen the link between the idea of Bonzo and bodily harm. The real catalyst was the singularly violent act of Menke killing someone while wearing the costume (a bastardised version of it, but evidently the collective idea was too strong for it to matter). This is the Sulphur, the violent spark of life that finally transmuted Mr. Bonzo from an idea to reality. It's the Father, who breathed life into the world.

Conclusion: Not only is Mr. Bonzo a Christ figure, he's the unity between the entire Holy Trinity. Born from the Holy Spirit (Mercury), given form by the Son (Salt), and brought to life by the Father (Sulphur).

ALEXANDER J. NEWALL, DID YOU BUILD AN ALCHEMICAL JESUS CHRIST AND NAME IT FUCKING

MR. BONZO.

Give me a minute I can explain.

So the theory I am building this off of is the Tria Prima Theory (@magnus-marmot is whom I first heard about it from), basically defining three alchemical primes (salt, sulfur, and mercury) as the basis for Protocol’s classifications of terrors. What strikes me is that the symbol “W” is a symbol for water, is also affiliated with “The Son” in the Christian Holy Trinity as it pertains to solidity, the physical presence, and the body (all fall under the prime of salt). And “W” is directly fucking related to Mr. Bonzo in Freddie’s backend code. Furthermore, I would bring to light MAGP 35’s Terrence Menke and his deification of Mr. Bonzo, literally stating he, “used to be everywhere growing up, like God. He was like God in a lot of ways really.”

So, alchemically linked by a particular alchemical symbol to The Son, Jesus Christ, deified and made manifest in an actual flesh, blood, and bone body (but there are multiple references to him being “wet” and his teeth being “not soft” in the transcripts as you might expect from a mascot suit), and main focus of the series; they made Mr. Bonzo The Anointed One, only much more so anointed in blood than in oil it would appear.

So this begs the question; who are the Father and the Holy Ghost? While I do not have definite evidence for this yet, there is a strong case to be made for Freddie and The Archivist, however I am not confident in which is which. If we follow the trend of “Father begets, Son is begotten, Ghost proceeds,” then in chronological terms the Archivist is the Father (presides over alchemical processes and the stories of them, presumably created in 1999 when the Magnus Institute was razed), the Son is Mr. Bonzo (presumably made manifest through some alchemical process of fear and reverence in February of 2000 by Terrence Menke) and the Holy Ghost is Freddie (classifies the fears and the newest entity*, it basically acts as a receptacle for prayer via the statements. One is meant to pray “In the Spirit” after all [Ephesians 6:18]).

*newest by virtue of Johnathan Sims, Martin Blackwood, and Jonah Magnus being inside Freddie, yet another “Three Entities in One Being,” reference I might add.

[buildoblivion]

‘his teeth are not soft’ is such a classic jonny sims line imma go have a nightmare about it 👍

[legaltrashgoblin]

TmagP Episode 12 summary: Mr Bonzo gives Baz a lap dance and rips of his arms and folds his head

[mr-bonzo-hate-blog]

He was mentioned but I don’t think I’m recovering after that

[cult-of-the-eye]

gwen bouchard why the FUCK do you think being faced with a weirdo clown is the time to start asking questions?????/

[corrupttheconscience]

OK QUICK QUESTION WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME MR BONZO IS REAL. LIKE WHO WAS GONNA MENTION THAT. HAD TO GOODLE MR BLOBBY ALL BY MYSELF.

[aria-bun]

maybe i should have taken the clown warning a bit more seriously...

[catcr4ft]

Guys cmon don’t make fun of Gwen for breaking down after being mocked + hearing a phrase that’s probably genuinely triggering for her after she worked up the courage to confide in people about her trauma

[witchinatree]

unpopular opinion maybe but sam has been pissing me off lately

i think it started with him laughing in gwen's face about the bonzo thing and (as far as we know) not apologizing???

it's like he only thinks supernatural things can happen to HIM. sam wtf why are you gatekeeping the horrors??

he also only ever listens to celia, alice indulged his magnus thing as long as she could but realized shit was getting dangerous and wanted to protect him

alice is also flawed (jealousy is a bad color on you babe but i forgive you) but like everyone is?? and sam is just dismissing her every word because of it??

he doesn't have to follow her advice but could he at least let her speak??? i hate how dismissive he is, even celia listens to alice more than him

and in episode 24, his "well what can i do about that" mentality was sooooo irritating

he said it twice, when alice said gwen wasn't okay, and when alice said the tape recorder thing was hunting them

1. gwen not being okay could be something you at least pretend to give a shit about, like seriously. everyone tolerates your childhood rejection trauma and you don't bother batting an eye as gwen crumbles? jesus man

and 2. why is it only something 'crazy' when it's not you saying it sam? he expects everyone to believe the evil about the magnus institute (with honestly no evidence? i think we gloss over how little ties the institute actually has rn because we listened to tma) and dismisses alice's concerns that they're all going to die

i don't hate sam by any means (disregard previous discord statements ❤️ i was a lil upset) but he has been seriously upsetting me

also if there's anything i forgot um my bad i'm just oh so sleepy

[autismprotocol]

TMAG Theory Board Update (EP 11-12)

Hi guys sorry about the late posting I've just started a new quarter of college and its been pretty hectic. also got into my school design BFA program so pretty stoked about that! Anyways lets get into the Episode Breakdowns because even though not a lot of lore related things happened I still have a lot to talk about

For the breakdown I'll separate each by episode in sequential order

What Happened in Episode 11: Marked

Celias Rude Awakening- we jump right into the weirdness straight away with Celia waking up on the side of the interstate. she indicates that this is not a weird occurrence and ends the scene by telling someone named Jack that she's "on her way." If you remember episode 8 after Celia and Sam talk to Gerry and Gertrude, she mentions stuff about wanting help with her own mystery. When Sam asks about it she says she's looking into Time travel, other dimentions and teleportation. Many people have theorized that maybe Celia is just a super heavy sleepwalker, but I think the she teleports random places out of nowhere. This could be a side effect of her reality hopping if this Celia is originally from The archives universe.

As for the identity of Jack I'm not quite sure about that yet. I cross referenced the name Jack with past episodes of TMA. The only thing that came up was Jack Barnabas from the statement about dating Agnes Montague (aka an avatar of the desolation and Jesus-like figure for the cult of the lightless flame) So Unless Celia is secretly Agnes of Agnes reincarnated , I can't find any way to link Barnabas to Celia. (if anyone has a theory feel free to send it my way.)

Sam Lore- this one is pretty minor story-wise but I thought it was interesting. Before the statement for the episode is presented we get some classic Sam and Alice Banter ™ most of it is pretty lighthearted but I noticed Sam mention something that could indicate he might be an amputee.

These could not mean anything and I find it weird that it hasn't been mentioned until now but thought it was kind of cool and I will probably be drawing sam with a prothetic leg in the future cause I really like this head-canon. It also begs to question if he is missing a leg. it might have anything to do with his past as a Magnus institute test subject but then again could just be a fun character detail added by Jonny and/or Alex .

The Statement- Getting into the statement we get another Ink5oul appearance. Also possible Ink5oul identifying as she/they. (and lets be honest being a fear avatar is pretty non binary core). I found this Episode gave me a feeling of a hybrid between the Vast, Buried and the Flesh some people are theorizing that is might be a new entity called the Deep but I think that the fear of the ocean could easily apply to the vast or buried. Not much to say about this story though pretty standard Magnus horror that also gave us a hint to what Ink5oul's goal could be/which entity they serve.

Post Bonzo- Gwen has a debrief with Lena after her first Externals Liason assignment and her meeting with Mr. Bonzo. Undoubtedly Gwen is still pretty shaken from her encounter, even arriving late to work due to sleeplessness. Gwen is able to ask Lena a few questions mainly she wanted to know who's name was written on the letter given to Bonzo

Lena is largely unhelpful but tells Gwen she should have worked it out by now and if not to pay close attention to the case load for the next couple of days. before the latest episode my guess was Klaus because that is the only person mentioned so far that the OIAR intends to kill. but more on that later

Marked- Now were getting to my favorite thing about this episode. This episode title can have two meanings. The first is the more literal interpretation. Tattoos are marking of the body and the case this episode was all about tattoos so easily a good name would be marked. But I believe this is a red herring meant to misguide listeners who have not consumed all 200 episodes of TMA because if you know the world of Magnus Archives the term Marked takes on a entirely different meaning.

In TMA the term marked is used to indicate that somebody has been influenced by one or more or the fears and are one their way to becoming an Avatar. I think this could be a coded way to tell the audience someone in the OIAR has been marked. I have two potential candidates

Alice Dyer- Alice has been having dreams about the Institute after her and Sam's adventure into the ruins. also she mentions feeling like someone's watching her (common to people influenced or fed upon by the Ceaseless Watcher/The Eye) My guess if she is marked it would be by the Eye.

Gwendolyn Bouchard: Probably the most likely culprit. The main way an entitly tends to mark people is through encounters with other avatars. Gwen has just had an encounter with Mr Bonzo last episode who I strongly believe must be an avatar of some sort.

What Happened in Episode 12: Getting Off

Aww Sam!!- Sam asked Celia out and it was adorably awkward. not much to say I just loved this interaction and I'm longing for a new Magnus brand office romance hopefully is wont be an agonizing slowburn that ends tragically like a certain pair of morons from Archives (I love you Jon and Martin but Jesus christ)

It's Bonzo time bitches!!- Probably one of the most gruesome Magnus statement I've ever listened to (good work Alex) Mr Bonzo completely annihilated some poor dude at his bachelor party. Based on the date of the Incident the I can confidently say that whoever Baz (the groom) was he was our mystery person the OIAR sent Mr Bonzo to get rid of. Along with some of the bloodiest imagery we learned a few things about Bonzo. The most interesting detail is that Bonzo has to be summoned by playing his theme song I think the CD of his theme song acts somewhat like the tapes did in TMA by materialising out of nowhere. Also fun fact you know that torn seam that is right down Bonzo's middle? that is actually is his mouth lined with rows sharp teeth so I guess I know that now (so fun) Moral of the story dont f*ck with Mr. Bonzo

Alice knows something: Theres been this recurring audio glitch throughout TMAGP thatnks to a few extremly observent fans we have started to relize that these glitches are not at all random and are actually letting the audience know when a character is lying (i actually reposted somones deepdive into all the istances of this glitch so far if you guys are intrested in knowing more) why i bring this up now is becuase since we know when any charater is lying we also know when they are being truthful if there is no glitch when they say somthing and at the end of this episode this interaction occurs

Alice goes ahead and makes a joke about this to annoy Gwen but the fact theres no audio glitch when she says "I know" means she does actually know who is behind the OIAR and is activly refusing to share it with Gwen or the others. What do you know Alice!?

and that's about it im already loving these next batch of episodes and am so excited to learn more (ERROR has to show up somtime )

thanks to everyone who resonded the poll on the last update I will continue to include drawings into the breakdown even if it takes me a little bit of time to post. anyways I wrote this all in one sitting and I'm about ready to pass out so thanks again and the ask box and comments are always open for discussion and theory crafting.

-Echo

[deadlynightshade-and-hyacinth]

Im Gonna Crawl

Chapter 3 

  We pulled up to The Garden and travelled under the arches taking us to the back of the arena; a safe space to exit and enter. Even through the back we were unable to avoid the small and ever-increasing crowd already surrounding every bit of sidewalk real estate in a sloppy at best line. More like a hoard. Like Night of the Living Dead except it's just teenagers, lovers, and potheads. 

We walked the corridor, reaching the heart of the hall where a staggering number of roadies stood preparing, discussing. 

In the crowd I spotted Robert in the middle of the group looking slightly puzzled. He met my gaze and grinned, waving the roadies off, he strolled past them. 

“My darling girl, California.” He bared his teeth in a goofy smile. 

I looked at him puzzled. “I’m not from California.”

He shook his head back and forth. “No, but you bring the sunshine with you.” 

“You know, Cali is short for something.”  

“Do tell.” He quirked an eyebrow. 

I smiled. “You know it’s been so long I can’t seem to remember.” I teased a finger tapping my chin. 

His eyebrow raised further and I gave him a condescending smile. He opened his mouth but I shook my head. He relented and changed the subject. “I heard you got Pagey quite drunk.” He nudged my arm playfully. 

“I believe Mr. Page was drunk before I met with him.” I stated to which he gave me a look that implied he had figured as much. “He’s quite the character.” I added. 

“Ahh well, he can be a lot of things. Don’t judge too harshly, though.” His brows furrowed. “We’ve been touring too long. It gets harder the longer we go. He’s usually rather shy actually.” He shrugged. 

This was rather hard to fathom. “He didn’t seem shy to me.” 

Robert laughed. “The liquor. It gives him confidence.” 

“Confidence is one word for it. I’d say it makes him act like a cocky little asshole. I can't say I'm overly ecstatic to see him sober.  ”

. “You’re not wrong. But to be truthful, if that’s alright?” I nodded. “Hair of the dog.” He paused. “He’s drunk because he doesn’t want to deal with the inevitable hangover and you caught him off guard and at the wrong time. That drunk fool you’ve seen isn’t all he is.” He laughed once. “Alcohol and a beautiful woman are all it takes to drudge that pesky little demon you’ve met out of him.” He pinched one of my runaway hairs and tucked it behind my ear. “A very beautiful woman.” 

“Are you coming on to me, Robert?” I teased. 

His toothy grin beamed. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” He looked back over at the group of people surrounding the couches. “James has been brooding in the corner since he got here. I know his moods and what brings them on. So, no I’m not and will not be coming onto you… No matter how much I want to.” He winked. 

“You ready Robert?” Jonesy padded his way over to us. “Cali” He nodded softly; his smile timid. 

“California.” Robert corrected, his grin wide and toothy.

Jonesy raised his eyebrows, panic and blush rising on his Adonis face. “Is that your name? I’m terribly sorry. I must have misheard you earlier.” 

“No Jonesy.” Robert rolled his eyes. “It’s her new nickname.” He stated with childlike pride. 

“Aren’t nicknames supposed to be shorter than the person’s actual name?” Jonesy raised an eyebrow. 

“I don’t know Jonesy. Isn’t your nickname longer than your real name? Even Bonzo’s is longer.” Robert deadpanned.. 

“Touché.” He agreed. “Jimmy’s getting restless.” He pointed his thumb behind him. “Why is he sulking?” 

Robert gave a hearty laugh. “A pretty bird has his panties in a twist.” He winked at me. 

Jimmy was watching us, a sharp look in his eye as a couple roadies fought for his attention over a matter they likely desired more concentration for. The urge to glare like a toddler, far too strong. You're an adult. Behave. 

“Aye, you’re ‘ere!” Bonzo came bounding behind me, scooped me up in a bear-like embrace. 

I gasped as he embraced me, “Jesus, John.” 

“I like this one. Heard you gave the princess a run for his money.” His laugh, deafening and contagious. With a pat on the back he set me back and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “Say, you got any Mary-Jane?” He wagged his eyebrows. 

“Sorry, I left it back at the hotel. You can have your way with it when we get back.” His brown eyes were deep and warm. Something about the golden hues made me feel warm, comforted, and safe. “You have beautiful eyes.” The sentiment was light.  

“Uh-oh Jimmy better buckle up or Bonzo here’s gonna steal his woman.” Robert wagged his brows fervently. 

I shook my head, looking down at my feet. “I’m sorry to break it to you boys but I’m already taken.” I regretted saying it the moment the words left my lips, it felt like a lie. IT IS A LIE. Come on, you can't be seriously rethinking the end to that relationship. When I looked back up Jimmy was standing behind Robert and Jonesy, his eyes on me. 

“That’s a terrible shame for us!” Robert beamed. “He’s a lucky fella.” 

“Let’s go.” Jimmy muttered impatiently before turning around and heading for the stage. 

“Jesus!” Bonzo sighed under his breath. He dropped his arm from my shoulders and gave me a face like he was in trouble. “Duty calls.”

Robert pecked my cheek as they all followed suit. Peter motioned for me to join him and a couple of backstage workers. “Gentleman, this is Cali. She’ll be working with us for the next week or so. Don’t bother her, don’t pester her, be gentlemen.” With one terrifying look they simply nodded. “Now get to work, for fuck sake.” 

“Hey, Peter!” A man wrapped in cords by the stage called for him. 

“Excuse me.” Peter’s irritation was apparent. I wondered if there was ever a time he wasn’t on some kind of edge. A time where his shoulders could lax, his mind could wander, and he could take a breath without it being hindered by another situation needing resolution. I supposed it was hard to keep four grown men living a teenager’s dream in check. 

“You must be Cali.” He was tall and domineering, eyes dark, energy not quite readable. “Richard.” He held his hand out to meet mine. “I’m the road manager. I take care of the boys and make sure they get everything they need or want.” 

“Pleased to meet you.” My smile forced. 

“Peter asked me to make sure you’re comfortable and have everything you need.” His mind very obviously focused elsewhere. “Anything you need?” 

“Actually, I was wondering if there was a phone I could use.” 

His eyes flashed as he grinned. “Follow me.” He turned and headed down a hall passing by multiple dressing rooms. He finally stopped at one and let me in. “There’s a phone in there you can use. Don’t be too long. The band shouldn’t be long with rehearsal.” 

He turned on his heels and sauntered back down the corridor. I closed the door behind me, fumbling to find the light switch. A quick glance around the room indicated it was in use by one of them. Hanging in an open-faced closet was a black velvet suit. I fingered the material, curious. Patches and sequins placed in precarious places creating flowers, dragons, planets, – Saturn to be precise – and odd embroidered symbols. Instantly I assumed this was Jimmy’s. It screamed, him. Dark, mysterious, confusing, asshole. 

I shook my head rid of him and picked up the phone. Taking a deep breath I dialed the number. It rang twice. 

“Hello?” It wasn’t Daniel. It was his roommate, Craig. I internally cringed. He was almost always around and always had the urge to put his two-cents into every conversation. Especially the ones he wasn’t a part of. 

  “Hey.” I sighed. “Is Daniel there?”

“Oh, hey Cali! So, you finally deigned to call? Daniel’s not very happy with you. You know–” 

“Is he there?” I cut him off. Am I seriously about to be lectured by this guy? Fuck off, pal.

“No.” 

“Well can you tell me when he will be there?” 

“Well I could, or you could just leave a message for him and I’ll have him call you when he’s available.” 

I leaned against the counter and exhaled a long breath, closing my eyes. “Just tell him I’ll call later.” 

“You know you really hurt him...” He pressed. 

“I hurt him?” My tone was incredulous. “That’s a joke, right?” 

“Hey, hey. No need to shoot the messenger.”

“Tell Daniel I’ll try him later. I’m busy.” I gave up. 

“Busy huh?” He made an unnecessary noise with his lips. “He told me what you’re doing… Shame, shame.” 

“What exactly is it that you think I'm doing? You know what? Never mind, fuck off, Craig.” I slammed the phone back on its cradle. “Fuck!” I yelled. 

“Now whose panties are in a twist?” I whirred around, startled. Jimmy leant against the doorway. What is with this guy and doorways? His eyes were full of curiosity, lips turned up at the corners. Of course he's amused.  

“I’m sorry, this is unprofessional but I don’t have the patience for you right now, Mr. Page.” I pushed myself off the counter. 

He narrowed his eyes and folded his arms against his chest. “You’re in my room.” 

“My apologies.” I mimicked his grimace and pushed past him. 

He grabbed a hold of my wrist and pulled me in close, his breath tickling my ear. I shivered under his touch. “If I find you back in here, I won’t be such a gentleman.” He moved his lips away and supported my eyes with his. The deep emerald of his iris’s stunning. 

I opened my mouth to speak but before I could he let go of my wrist and disappeared into the dressing room, closing the door in my face. 

“Twat.’ I breathed. 

* 

“What’s on your mind?” Jonesy lightly touched my forearm bringing me out of my reverie. 

“It’s nothing.” I shook my head and smiled at him. 

It was insisted that I join Jonesy and Robert in one of the limos back to the plane for an early supper before the show. I hadn’t seen Jimmy since he had closed the dressing room door in my face, my encounter with him lingered in electric fizzles just under the thin layer of skin on my wrist. 

“You haven’t touched your food.” Robert pressed. “Are you sure it’s nothing?” 

I looked up at him and forced a smile. “Yeah, I’m sorry, my mind is just elsewhere at the moment.” 

“Aye California! You ready to break into the good stuff?” Bonzo yelled from the doorway of the dining room wagging his eyebrows. He entered the room, Jimmy trailing along behind him, his usual dark cloud following wherever he went. 

Holding up a finger, I jumped up from my seat and padded into the other room where My luggage had been left. 

The thing about a big Jet plane is voices travel. 

“What did you do, Jimmy?” Robert was quiet in tone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Percy.” Jimmy answered, his voice raw.  

“She was fine until–” Robert started. “She’s cool, man. Don’t mess thi–.”

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“I didn’t do anything.” Jimmy cut him off. “Her phone call must have set her off. She left the room after she hung up.” 

“Shh.” I heard Jonesy. “You’re both idiots if you think she can’t hear you.” 

I grabbed the cigarette box that held a handful of joints and joined the boys in the other room. “Here you go, John.” 

“Bonzo.” He corrected me. He opened the case and passed me a joint. “Ladies first.” 

I took the joint and placed it between my lips, running my hands over my pockets looking for my lighter. 

“Here.” 

I looked up and Jimmy was standing in front of me, his lighter lit under the joint. He watched as I inhaled, his eyes burning into mine. He dropped his gaze and a shiver went down my spine. “Thanks.” He nodded in response. passing the joint to Bonzo I excused myself. 

Feeling slightly dazed by the major whiplash Jimmy was giving me, I walked out of the plane and descended the steps. When I was on solid ground I looked up to the sky, closed my eyes, and took in a deep breath, slowly exhaling. 

“Am I under your skin yet?” I hadn’t heard his approach. My eyes shot open. He took a swift step back and smiled; his eyes blank.

“No.” I said too quickly. 

His face contorted into an amused leer. His teeth dug into his lower lip as he looked me up and down. “Come.” He closed the space between us, his hand hovering over my hip. “Take the car with me.” He nodded toward the Cadillac, his eyes never leaving mine. 

The chaos he exuded had me frozen. I opened my mouth but failed—to his delight—to form words. He bit his lip again and grinned. “Breathe, sweetheart.” He pressed his hand to my hip, wrapping his fingers around me firmly. 

I took in a breath. “James—” 

“Aye, California!” Bonzo yelled. 

Jimmy took his hand off my hip and took a firm step back just as Bonzo exited the plane door. 

“This is some amazing shit!” He bounded down the stairs. “Why’d you leave?” 

“Just needed some air.” I smiled. 

“You too, Pagey boy?” He wagged his brows. 

Jimmy was unimpressed. “I’m heading to the venue. Cali agreed to come with me.” He smiled slyly. “Didn’t you?” He shot me a look. Just as I was about to protest, he added. “To use the phone there of course. You did say you needed to call… Daniel… was it?” 

How much of my conversation with Craig did he hear? I narrowed my eyes slightly and faked a smile. “Of course. I’ll see you there.” I nodded to Bonzo and turned on my heels. Jimmy ran ahead of me and held the car door open. I hopped in and scooched to the farthest seat, ignoring him as he followed me in. 

“Are your mood swings clinical or are you just deranged?” I was exasperated by the three different personalities of his that seemed to pop up unannounced.  

He rolled his eyes and ignored my question. “The Garden.” He murmured to the driver. As the car started moving, he slid across the seat until his shoulder lightly grazed mine. He turned his head towards me, his eyes staring forward. “I will win your heart.” He stated quietly, cocky. “Or at the very least this.” His fingered reached the hem of my shirt, his touch light as a feather against the skin of my lower abdomen.

I flicked his hand away. “You won’t.” I nodded in his direction. “There’s a whole seat beside you, please move.” 

“You’re suddenly so sure of yourself.” His hand moved to my knee. 

“I’m still sure of myself.” His hand moving up, fingers soft as feathers along the inside of my thigh. “Remove your hand.” My breath hitched to his amusement. 

He turned his face now to look at me. “Are you sure?” He stopped moving and pressed the pads of his fingers into my skin. He leaned in closer, his lips brushed against my cheek, a finger on his other hand pulling my chin toward him until his lips hovered over mine. “Should I stop?” His warm breath made me tremble. I started to turn my face away but he traced a finger along my jaw and pulled me back. “Tell me you want me to.” He whispered. 

  Despite the distaste in my mouth I trembled under his touch. “I…” It was a whisper, unwelcome and juvenile. Disappointment was evident in my tone. It was hard to tell whether it was directed at myself or at his pathetic attempt at a shot but nonetheless it had me weak.

The car came to a stop. Startled out of his trance I turned my attention to the window, we were outside the stadium. Turning back he clutched my chin softly holding me in his gaze once more. His thumb brushed along my lower lip, eyes suddenly warm, gaze almost somber. As casually as he could muster he leaned into me. 

I backed away from him, his eyes bewildered and filled with the harsh sting of rejection. “No.” I whispered before leaving the vehicle and disappearing into the venue without him. 

I raced through the halls, head swimming, lungs unable to hold the air I breathed. When I had run far enough, I stopped and leaned against the cold concrete wall. I slid down and sat on the floor clutching my head in my hands. 

My head was loud and aching. I couldn’t fathom my slight attraction to the man who so clearly was childlike in pursuit of someone who didn’t want him, someone who turned him down. And yes, you can totally want somebody but not want to be with them. Rejection must be something he rarely experienced. I was more irritated with myself than him. People are who they are. You can’t expect someone to be a fictionalized version you create. You have to let people be who they choose to be.

I pondered what distaste I held for his multiple personalities. I sighed heavily, my head growing louder and overwhelmingly hard to keep quiet as multiple trains of thought ran rampant within the walls of my skull. “God, I need a drink.” I whispered to myself. 

“I can help you with that.” Richard was looking down at me with a big grin. “Come.” He held his hand out to me, pulling off of the floor. 

“Thanks.” I followed him down the hall to the backstage that Peter had brought me to earlier that day. He guided me to the bar and poured me a glass of whisky. 

“Jimmy said you liked it.” He held the glass out to me. 

I could feel my cheeks starting to flush and internally kicked myself for letting him get me worked up. I was here to do a job and that’s all I wanted out of this experience. Richard noted my blush and the corner of his lips twitched. “Be careful.” He murmured ominously before vanishing into a new crowd of people. 

I sighed laboriously before I tipped the glass to my lips and took a sip. The burning of the liquid warm and soothing as it slipped down my throat. I smiled against the glass and took another sip.  

“Not chugging the bottle this time?” Jimmy bumped my shoulder coldly as he walked by. I watched him walk toward a group of young girls who immediately started fawning over him and to the surprise of a thin brunette he grabbed her hip, turned his head in my direction, making eye contact with me, his lips a hard line before taking the girl toward the dressing rooms. 

“Classy.” I shook my head. As I watched him recede from view, my heart dipped. I hated myself for the feeling. I looked down at the glass in my hand, “Fuck it.” I shrugged and consumed the contents in the glass before pouring another one. I drank the whole glass again, feeling it swirling in my blood and twirling in my head. Drinking had always been casual and still the cordial relationship we shared was quick to turn toxic.

“Whoa slow down, little girl.” Robert gave me a worried smile. “Did you get a hold of your man?” He shimmied his shoulders as he said it. 

“No, I haven’t tried yet. It can wait.” I swayed slightly on my feet but balanced myself out again.  

His eyes heavily surveyed me as he plucked the empty glass from my hand and wrapped his arm around my waist. “Come with me, darling.” His tone light and playful. He guided me down the same hallway Jimmy had taken the other girl down. I could feel my body tightening up, my muscles trying to run in the other direction. 

We stopped in front of the dressing room beside Jimmy’s. As I looked at the closed door my legs started to give out. “Whoa.” He breathed out, startled as he caught me and held me up. He held me so our chests were touching, his arms firmly around my waist. Looking up into his baby blue eyes I could see why so many young girls fell head over heels for the man.  

“You’re very beautiful, you know that?” It was a mere whisper. A thought not meant to be uttered. His laugh was a melodic, sweet honey on velvet with a rasp barely audible over its falsetto. 

The other dressing room door flung open, Jimmy trailing behind, his hand still firmly on the knob. His wide grin dropped at the sight of Percy and I, his mouth agape, brows furrowed. 

A thousand miniscule bouts of confidence sparked electric orange within me. With a grin belonging to a deviant, I smiled, a feather light touch of my hand on Robert’s dressing room door knob. “Excuse us.” I opened the door and pulled Robert in, closing the door behind us and locking it. I leaned against the door; my eyes widened in horror. It was childish and petty to say the least. “I’m so sorry.” I whispered to Robert. 

“He’s going to think we’re in here having a quick shag. He’s going to have my head, you know that?” He chided me but a guilty smile played on the edges of his lips. “The look on his face was quite priceless.” He plopped down on the couch and patted the spot next to him. “You’re letting him under your skin.” 

I sat beside him and rested my head on his arm. “I don’t know if I can do this.” I admitted. “Are you sure he is capable of any redeeming qualities?” I was woefully unaware of what exactly he was trying to prove. My only thought was his incessant need to have whatever deluded fantasies and desires his mind could conjure granted at the drop of a hat and getting under my skin or in my bed was his newest conquest. It was something I was not akin to experiencing. Rejection was a large part of life and if you were unable to accept it as truth you were surely going to live a miserable and unhealthy one. 

“Don’t give up now.” He started petting my hair. “Give your man a ring, it will make you feel better.” 

“I think it might make everything worse.” I confessed. 

“How so?” He turned his head to look at me. 

I sat up, pinching my eyes closed, unable to meet his gaze. “A week ago, I caught Daniel cheating. And I haven’t had a real or peaceful conversation with him since. I haven’t even had a real or peaceful day since it happened. I let it muddle everything up.” 

“Is your love with Daniel real?” It was assertive, breathless, sure of itself. The question hung heavy in the room.

I was taken aback. I took a moment to ponder. “I don’t know.” I sighed. “I guess we never really had a great relationship. Most of the time we hated each other but I can’t seem to let go, even though a big part of me really wants to. Needs to.” 

Percy nodded, absorbing my words with quiet thought and deliberation. “Maybe this job is what you need. This…. time away from everything and everyone to really see where your priorities and your heart should be.” He took a deep breath. “And Jimmy, obviously you have an attraction to him otherwise you wouldn’t be in here with me trying to make the bastard go mad… my advice on that would be, my darling, to either ignore him, keep him far in the back of your mind… or to let nature take its course.” He pinched my chin between his finger and thumb. 

“Beautiful man.” I smiled gratefully at him.

“You flatter me.” He feigned modesty. 

The conversation came to a screeching halt with a loud thump on the door. “Lets go, Plant.” Affliction deep-rooted in his gruff exclamation. I questioned whether he was aware of how obvious his disdain was or if he didn’t even realize.

Percy’s eyes were wide as he laughed, pulling deep from within his gut. “You gonna be alright, love?” 

I smiled genuinely with a nod. 

“Good.” He took my hand and pulled me through the doorway into the empty hall. “I guess he left.” He shrugged. “Despite your efforts to make him believe you were going to have your way with me, for the sake of my friendship I think I need to tell him I didn’t shag his girl.” 

“Not his girl. But yes, go save yourself. I’ll make my way there eventually.” 

His smile was sweet as he pecked my cheek.

. 

I stood in the hall after he left, not sure how to take the advice. Without thinking of actions and consequences I turned the knob to Jimmy’s room and slowly opened the door. I peeked inside, the room empty for the exception of his clothes strewn across the couch, his crushed velvet suit still hanging in the closet.  

Taking in a deep breath I gathered my emotions and threw them into the depths of myself to bury. Turning to leave I swear for a moment I managed to jump out of my skin as Jimmy stood in the doorway watching with quiet contemplation, his demeanor different, supercilious and uplifted. 

“I told you if I found you in here again, I wouldn’t be a gentleman.” He smirked at me. It's this smug smile that’s gonna get me fired and charged with assault. 

“Honestly, I don’t believe you could be a gentleman if you tried.” I attempted to stride past him but he grabbed my hand roughly. “No.” I yanked it from his grip and kept walking, not daring to look back. 

“I’ll see you next time, sweetheart .” He yelled behind me. 

I kept walking until I reached the bar, Feeling his static presence as he followed behind. He was quick to take his guitar from a roadie and head to the stage. 

“He just sat there. Wouldn’t even look at me. He just sat there and stared at the door.” Her high voice was almost whimsical as she teared up, her mascara quick to drip down her pink cheeks. The young girl Jimmy had whisked away to his dressing room was sobbing into a handkerchief. “He heard someone in the hall, went out to see and then came back in and kicked me out. I don’t know what I did wrong.” She sobbed louder. 

I couldn’t help myself. “It’s for the best,” I murmured to the girl and patted her shoulder as I walked by. “The man’s got a nasty disease… trust me you don’t want it.” The girls comforting Jimmy’s reject scrunched their noses at the news, whispering amongst themselves, debating on which disease it might be.

Small victories.

Petty? Yes.

Juvenile? You got it, babe, but a victory nonetheless. 

I leaned against an amp, drink in hand and watched the ensuing rehearsal. 

“Cali.” Richard nodded, watching the band. “You seem to be in better spirits.” He remarked, still looking forward. 

“I am.” I smiled. I watched the men onstage, collecting as much insight on them as I could. They seemed to be themselves onstage, Robert, graceful, poised, gallant and wise, Jonesy, quiet, shy and unbelievably warm, Bonzo, loud and chaotic and James, a mysterious, cunning and ominous enigma. There was something dark about him, not just his moods, not the odd chunk of his personality I had been exposed to but something else, something I couldn’t figure out.  

@dreamcastgirl99

[ethereal-w0lf]

I really wanna draw Mr. Bonzo as that painting of Jesus T posing in the clouds with all the angels but I can’t find a good reference for that painting. Can someone help? 

Like anyway, to find this with no watermarks, so I could mutilate it 

[kayotic-catgirl]

tmagp 36 :3 forgot AGAIN smh

just started up the new episode and 'm already crying . CELIA OH NOOO OH NOOOOO 😭😭 ptsd celia save meeee. save me ptsd celia. (she is SUFFERING she CAN'T SAVE me) (okay but fr so far this is a pretty accurate portrayal of what a panic attack is like, at least for me)

alice helping her through her panic attacks is so important To Me. it's like she's done this before, i wonder if someone she knows or knew struggled with them as well. maybe sam or her brother or someone else? or even herself....

WAIT I CALLED IT. i would absolutely love to upgrade to alice premium. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD IS CELIA FINALLY OPENING UP????????

....ALICE KNEW KIND OF?????? oh my god im gonna have a heart attack oh my god jesus chrisr im going to krill myself somebody hold me.

i am mentally struggling ao much please

casement time wooo!!!! pausee really quick just to let y'all know that while the statement giver mentioned cat ownership, my cat (candy) lays on my lap and purrs. oh thank GOD the cat is going to be okay btw. i love you randall the cat briefly mentioned in a statement

statement conclusion: really cool idea. i usually don't go for tech-based horror, but i really love how tma(gp) does it. i wonder if that statement has anything to do with what it's like in the computer for Our Boys?

gwen knowing nothing yet again!!! agh. oh fuck the computer wants MORE BONZO im SO DONE

CELIA 😭😭😭😭😭 CELIAAAAAAAA😭😭😭😭😭😭 ohhhhh she feels so fucking guilty and i KNEW that would happen but it still crushes me .............ohhh georgie (tmagp) doesn't even KNOW the half of it.. also interrupting my sadness to enjoy the bit of info that sam had a profile on celia's netflix account, they really WERE in love huh. if they don't reunite at some point i am going to krill myself. someone needs to write a fic where literally nothing goes wrong and tmagp is just a cheesy office romcom, and that someone might be me if this podcast hurts me anymore

in conclusion: i cannot keep crying over celia like this my eyes are going to give up on me

[magpod-confessions]

tmagp is honestly so genuinely terrible in comparison to tma. ive given it 16 episodes at this point and i give up! i concede. alex is responsible for seemingly almost all of the writing based on the credits and he’s just kind of bad at it to be honest. the statements are bland, the dialogue shifts between ‘okay but boring’ and ‘actively terrible’ on a dime, and the podcast itself is so heavily reliant on its predecessor to build intrigue while actively speeding through any and all intrigue available. while it’s understandable tmagp would feel faster paced due to its shorter total episode count and different writing style, it’s pacing just doesn’t fit a horror podcast. many plot hooks were left unresolved in tma, which added to the complexity of the narrative. tmagp, on the other hand, seems to be constructing an elaborate conspiracy board of plot threads that are hit on nearly every episode just to remind you that they are, in fact, still there, beating most narrative suspense to death with a shovel. also, shitty mascot and ‘how do you do fellow kids’ horror! Jesus Christ Bonzo’s been Bonzoed to fucking death and he wasn’t even that interesting in the first place, and the latest episode with the social media influencer speaking in an amalgamation of AAVE, slang years outdated, and slang years after the episode allegedly takes place is painful to listen to not because it’s ‘effective satire’ of social media influencers, but because it’s just. bad. it’s written so over the top it fails at both at being satire And at being horror, because the only horror is that im still listening to this fucking podcast.

idk. there’s always a chance im glorifying tma as a series because it’s got a certain nostalgia to it at this point, but honestly as a horror podcast listener outside of tma it just fails completely at its medium. the character writing has its moments, i do in particular like Gwen and Celia, though even then half of Gwen’s initial dialogue is just: ‘get back to work’, ‘you should be working’, ‘we work here’, etc etc, and Celia cannot go a single episode without mentioning that she is, in fact, from a different dimension, something which has been ‘hinted’ at so many times it feels like alex assumes the audience is listening with half their brain off, which given the aggressive fandom pandering, might legitimately be his approach to writing this.

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[captaincrazycreative]

Tmagp 19 stream of consciousness

-okay Sam buddy keep tellin your self that

-CELIA NO STOP IT CELIA DONT ENCOURAGE HIM!! WHY DO YOU WANNA KNOW ABOUT THE MAGNUS INSTITUTE?? HUH CELIA??

-Jesus these two are gonna cause SO many problems

-okay so shout out to the person who said that the characters were named after alchemists you were DEFINATLY onto something

-I know the writers can be bad with names but there's NO WAY sam sharing a name with a famous alchemist was a coincidence

-I want a hamilton style musical about Issac Newton and his shannanigins

-I wonder if this is a "speaking machine" scenario where this is vaguely based off a real, weird, horrifying event from history. Do I even wanna know???

-YES WEIRD PLANT HORROR WHEW HOOOO

-who knew murder plant man would be plot relevant

-YES YES BIBLICAL SYMBOLISM CHRISTIAN IMAGERY BEING USED FOR HORROR IS SO SICK

-yeeessss the unknowable horrors of having knowledge beyond your comprehension!!

-I love weird horror so fucking much. Don't get me wrong I enjoy the Bonzo stuff, but the more abstract phsycological stuff from tma is better imo, So I'm glad it looks like they'll be more of that in the future

-oh good the doggo's okay :)

-okay so if I'm understanding this then the protocol is just...going over to someone's house and burning up their shit??? Here we were expecting something fancy, and It's so brilliantly simple I love it

-man I don't think Alice has ever been this done with Sam before, not judging her for it just pointing it out.

-I'm glad we're more focased on plot then romance these last few episodes. Don't know how unpopular of an opinion this is, but I don't like the love triangle

-THAT BEING SAID I'm so happy to Sam and Alice interacting 😊 even I'd they're only arguing about the horrors and being Dicks to each other I don't care I love them

-COLIN! I legit thought Alice was gonna find his body for a sec

-he's so paranoid, but he's also correct to be paranoid

-OH NO FUCK THAT RECORDING DEVICE SOUNDED CLOSE IVE NEVER BEEN SO TERRIFED BY BEING ABLE TO HEAR SOMEONES VOICE CLEARLY

-so either the computers have been able to hear them this entire time OR Alice inedvertently brought the eye to him

- poor Alice keeps accidently dragging the people she cares about back into the horrors :( hopefully this doesn't lead to a guilt complex later on hahaha

-if our boy Colin wasn't in it before he sure is now oh Colin... :(

In conclusion this episode was SOOOOO fucking good. I've had my problems with the writing, but the last few eps have been REALLY good. I loved the statement, I loved the character interactions I LOVE THE LORE DUMP I feel like we're finally seeing the plot start to take shape and I couldn't be more excited! No real complaints except that the characters were a bit hard to hear in the beginning. I'm so hyped!