#jonny sims I love you for this

[jonny-b-meowborn]

After three episodes of Magnus protocol I finally figured out why the statements make me so uncomfortable in a way that the Magnus Archives didn't from the get go. I know this is obvious, but I couldn't put a finger on it at first: we don't really have any context for any of these. In TMA you got the full story, from the beginning to the end, the context, any background that the statement givers thought was necessary. In TMP you're essentially spying on people experiencing horrors. In TMA you were given everything, drinking it all in, strangers would just give The Eye what it wanted. In TMP you have to look for it, The Eye being hungry, if not desperate, to find new fears. It used to be fed, now it has to hunt. And that's so much more scary

[vanyafresita]

finally sat down to play slay the princess and- JONATHAN SIMS ???? FROM THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES ???

[nat-20s]

Love how there's MULTIPLE paths in Slay The Princess where The Princess looks at The Hero and is like. If you don't let me crawl into your ribcage and fuse our beings into one I'm killing us both. And how many options are like "letting my beautiful princess do whatever tf she wants to me". They're the most freak4freak couple of all time

[garcinogeneticist]

So my ex texted me last night

[driedlillies]

I love how you can make certain characters avatars of X entity and it instantly sets the vibe. Slaughter Jon? Chance is it’s a mechanisms collage band fic. End Gerry? The Beholding can suck my dick let’s go canon divergent after his death. Web Martin? Shit is going DOWN

[starbound-wanderer]

I love that Jon’s just being messy. There’s no reason for us to be getting this involved in the workers lives but Jon’s just being chismoso about it all

“Drama 👀👀👀 in the office 👀👀 let me check it out 👀👀”

[heartburiedingreece]

Is this a safe space?

[lizard-queen-izzy]

It's thinking about Tim's degree being in anthropology time again.

[totheidiot]

there has never been a more smarter man than jonny sims, because no ordinary man would have the genius to equate the corruption to fucking love.

[noxcorvorum]

Ulysses Dies at dawn, or atleast that's the word on the street. Those who saw it go down in the cabin in the middle of woods, they made their statement and faced their fear.

First, to understand how this all goes down, you gotta know a little bit about the cabin we're talking of. See, in this cabin there was an avatar, of the Unknown Face, perhaps, or the Laughing Lie, given the twisting paths and clamoring voices and the many sprawling forms of the being inside, or even of Terminus, given the fate of our doomed Ulysses. (Maybe there were two avatars, after all that went down. Maybe Ulysses themselves was a magnet for the inevitable end.)

Our erstwhile party of adventurers, Smitten, Cheated, Stubborn, Cold, and dragging Doomed behind them, enters the forest, walks the path, opens the door to the house. Stubborn takes the knife, or maybe Cheated does, or perhaps it is left to rust on the table. They all have their agendas for what lies inside the little building, all with their own ideas of what they can rip from its walls.

Cold picks the lock to the basement, finding a great puzzle, a font of knowledge, a map to the way to a treasure. Black tape seethes in the corners of the room. His focus is too great, his eyesight too weak to see the figure, chained, moving up behind him, striking his skull with a massive iron manacle, and the shadows click decisively.

Stubborn opens the door, and the leonine figure curled around the wooden chest snarls.

Black tape writhes.

Stubborn leaps forward, waving the knife he took, that he didn't take, grasping the great beast round the neck, sliding the knife between its ribs. It slumps to the floor, but so does he, clawed to ribbons by the beast. Cheated steps forward, around the blood, and opens the chest to find it empty, and a single satisfied click follows her from the room.

Smitten hears an echo in the walls, sweet and pleading, almost like the woman he loved. He claws at the stones, at the mortar, trying to find her, to save her, to lead her from the dark and into the light. The stones he drops behind him click on the cobble, black veins eager in the cracks. He reaches dirt, mud, red and sticky with the blood from his raw fingers, and the voice only grows stronger. He digs, calling, weeping for his true love, and by the time he looks up and back towards the cabin, the earth is treacherous, a yawning maw. The voice is laughing now, a heaving, wheezing, coughing laugh full of dirt that he wonders how he could have ever mistaken for the woman he loved, and as he reaches for the light, the jaws close upon him, the maw snaps shut, and his voice dies in his throat with the last of the stones falling to the ground, with the clicking of pebbles and tape.

Cheated drags Doomed further on, shoving open a door at random. She finds a curious hallway, and peers further in, discovering it looks curiously like the tunnels of the mangled city they came from. Always one for gathering information, she steps inside, taking doomed with her. She sees a massive, vaulted room, something that she knows should be impossible underground, and perhaps if Cold was still alive he could have told her how it worked, and she stays astonished, beginning to search the room for anything valuable. Doomed starts to sneak back towards the door, and starts running when they hear Cheated's scream behind them.

Cheated is frozen in fear as a great shape unfolds from the shadows. Red eyes blink open, and horns sprout from the massive head rising five, ten, fifteen feet off the ground. This is its home, and she has just woken it from its nap. The creature bellows, and Doomed runs, and Cheated tries to. The massive hand comes down from above, and her ribs drive into her heart as it squeezes her chest.

The dark tape clicks appreciatively.

And what of our Doomed Ulysses? They are running from the beast, of course. This is not how they will die. They do not hear thundering footsteps coming down the labyrinth at them, but they slam and bar the door all the same.

They continue walking, letting their heart guide them home. It has been so long, you see. So long since they have seen their wife, in this home of rock, taken over by trickery and falsities and paths.

The stone is where it has always been, in the end. Though, when they push it, the door that opens worsens the tentative deal the rock has had with itself ever since Smitten started digging. It falls, and they are struck, staggering into the room, the stone sealing itself behind them. The bones of their wife, their dear Penelope, lay at the far end of the room, her wrist locked to the wall by the heavy chain, flesh rotting off her skeleton. Ulysses smiles, tired, and places their own wrist inside the manacle, lying beside their wife, closing their eyes, content in the knowledge that the dawn brings their peace, and that their corpses will never be disturbed again.

[head-empty-river]

i think slay the princess parallels heavily with the magnus archives universe(s). the voices of the player plus the entity in the mirror, though they only add up to 13 (but imo some stand for more than one and/or overlap), are like the fears. granted that's including two that aren't "the voice of ____", so it's a bit of a stretch. still, the comparisons are pretty easy to make.

here's my opinion as to what the closest matches are, but some are more fuzzy than others from what i know so far of the game's content. will update as i learn more. so, in no particular order:

- the paranoid: the corruption.

due to the posession and insidious nature of paranoia. "the worms have found their orifices". also the eye bc its intimately tied to paranoia and stranger bc trusting no one.

- the cold: the lonely.

not caring about love or anything really, an acceptance from turning away from emotion. "snuff out your heart".

- the smitten: the desolation.

passion turning to self destruction, flame literally and figuratively.

- the contrarian: the spiral.

in imagery and in questioning everything to the degree that things lose meaning.

- the oppritunist: the web.

loves manipulation, pops up in the "forest" that's literally webs and wants to serve the princess (who's very web coded outside of the mirror)

- the narrator: the eye.

knows more and less than it's letting on, literally sees and describes what happens. maybe the web bc manipulation, or stranger bc static character in a way that feels uncanny to other voices.

- the hero: the flesh.

seems to be the most in touch with our character's physical body? idk this one is murky for me. could be the eye or stranger maybe.

- the mirror being: the end.

literally the end of each run and death of those memories and literally player and princess. also the vast for infinite possibility of forever and the void it exists in.

(haven't seen much of these in the final version of the game)

- the cheated: the buried.

feels helpless to stop what seems like a deck stacked against them, trapped in a cycle with no discernable escape.

- the flinching: purely by process of elimination, the dark?

tbh not sure, this wasn't even in the paranoid ending so it might not be in the final game idk.

- the skeptic: the stranger.

questioning if things are what they seem? that's all i have so far

- the stubborn: the slaughter. single-minded in its brutality. that's it rn.

- the hunted: the hunt.

just from the name, and the bestial from that the princess takes on this route in the demos.

- the broken: the vast.

based on paranoid ch 3, time wearing you down making you feel small and hopeless?

[jonny-b-meowborn]

Jonny Sims - slapping cheese on my shiny bald head ASMR (+whispered storytime)

[go-to-the-mirror]

If Melanie, Basira, or Daisy had been in Jon's position, you would not have demanded kindness from people who were personally victimised by them.

Melanie, Basira, and Daisy, all gave statements, they all had to deal with him in their mind, watching their worst nightmares. If Melanie was there, being confronted about hurting random people, you would not have demanded Jon show sympathy for her.

I think, maybe I'm running in the wrong Magnus circles, but people forget that Jon had a choice, that was very much the point of MAG 147. Jon had a choice in hurting people. Jon chose to hurt people, yes it was influenced, yes it probably would've been more helpful if they were a bit nicer to him, but they're not infallible, and they're not neutral in this situation, because Jon has hurt all of them in the same way they found out he was hurting others.

So, frankly, cut the women some slack.

[notabitofabozo]

The Magnus protocol is red. The Magnus archives is green. This must mean something. Please help I’m actually tweaking out trying to solve this in real time of the podcast coming out.

[g-volden]

I love the fanon-canon of jon (the archivist) sims. But i see way too few people talking about the sheer funny absurdity it would be if every character of tma just looked like their voice actors. Like, i love the idea of jon being 5'something scrawny lille rat man. But i love the headcanon that he just looks like jonny, but in a sweater vest and glasses, as well. And it's something that has been stuck in my head for a while, and i've seen very few talk about it, so i just wanted to bring it to the table. I've giggled way too much over the idea. And want more people to entertain the image.

[mothsgotghosts]

Every time I remember the mechanisms exist I must urge everyone to go listen to them PLEASEEEE their stuff is so good guys trust. They're a band of immortal space pirates telling tragic stories they witnessed and also they're pretty gay. One of them is in a lesbian relationship with their sentient star ship guys PLEASE they're so good and funny