#statements of fear

[polilyen]

he is so girlfailure! (he was created out of darkness!)

[skyeoak]

Based on this meme:

Details under the cut

[favroitecrime]

Palestinian freedom fighters breaking out of Gaza and reclaiming their occupied territories. They’ve taken over israeli tanks and have chased out the settlers that were on that land. They’ve launched rockets everywhere and the iron dome has failed to intercept. This is about to mark a momentous event in history.

From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free.

[lotus-pear]

rewatched madoka magica again today bc i fucking hate myself and to absolutely no one’s surprise i went through all five stages of grief in a single evening

[feymarche]

tmagp 8 my beloved

[scrolpencer]

You're weird, lady.

Um yeah binging Drawfee's Fear of Painting did irreparable damage to me

[fiuworks]

was thinking about this piece of dialogue from TMAGP 26 and the jmart beam hit me and i started to feel diabolically ill about this whole thing

samcelia get behind me i cant let the horrors get you

[not-entirely-made-up-of-spider]

Something The End should explore more: The End as in any End. Not just death, but things that we lose that remind us of death in their impermanence. The decay of our childhood home. The end of a relationship. The change from your teen years into proper adulthood. Irreversible change, signifiers of age, nasolabial lines, secondary sex characteristics and not getting asked for your ID anymore at bars.

The feeling that you can never go back. An intentionally left behind crack in reality that shows you how things once were blurred through sepiatone and television static. Through it you see your child self clear as day and there are tears in her eyes. Your favorite plush toy, no, not even your favorite, one along many has been destroyed by your mother's vacuum. You and your ineptitude and your ambivalence left it on the ground and failed to keep it safe and now it is no more. It can never come back, no amount of sewing kit necromancy nor tear-motivated replacement purchase can return things to how they were. The vacuum cleaner roars at you. You feel the suction empty your room of love and innocence. It growls, loud and louder as it takes away pieces of you. You are the same as the plush toy, losing first an eye, and then your lips, and never your heart because you never had one to begin with. It pulls and drags you in and you cannot resist as parts of your life blow past as leaves in a summer monsoon. The coming End will destroy you, but it will not be merciful and swift.

You will feel each piece of your life rip stitch and sinew from your body and know that it is one more thing you will never get back. Grade 9 and 10 and the three years after high school you spent doing nothing and you never had a heart and you cannot bear to move forward so you stagnate but the end comes and it sweeps you away with the trash and you were nothing and nothing ever remains.

The stillness of death is a mercy in the face of unending loss.

[doesephs]

jane prentiss is just a girl!! she’s having a girl moment!!

[alwaysbewoke]

[plasticbattleaxe]

Protocol confirmations with this episode:

- Celia is (as we all suspected) clearly from the original mag universe

- this is the second time Celia has walked into an extremely dangerous situation that nearly killed her, maybe she’s being influenced by a greater power

- the Magnus Institute in this universe took Statements in the same way our original institute did (they didn’t just collect weird kids)

- the Magnus institute in this universe had reach all over the UK and didn’t just exist in Manchester, unlike the original which had one outpost and multiple affiliations with similar international institutions

- doppelgängers exist in this world

- these doppelgängers seem to be influenced by the fear entity equivalents in different ways than their counterparts (if we’re going off the fears being shifted into “desire” like entities, this statement could show how essentially the same person could fall victim to a Desire and not a Fear)

- Celia is aware that Jon is giving her statements directly (she basically talks back to Chester this episode)

- Colin is sneaking into the OIAR when he’s not supposed to be there and not clocking in. Celia notices him.

- Celia is therefore also probably at the OIAR when she isn’t meant to be

- Gwen and Alice: enemies to allies to friends to lovers

[theworldisalways-ending]

some headshots of random tma characters

made in magma so sorry for the random Text jumpscare on hezekiah

(based off that one post that says each Old Man for each fear lol) (i have not gotten to the other 8 yet) (pending)

[blindrapture]

In 2011, I started writing a thing, on a whim. In 2013, I finished it. A lot of people seemed to love it? Then over the next decade, I put a lot of work into expanding and editing it, with plans for a complete physical book release that didn't happen. Well, here it is again. As an internet novel. A finished novel, this time.

I will start posting the story on May 21st, 2024. May 22nd will be a day of rest. And then, from May 23rd until October 21st, every day will see a new chapter-- a new log. ("F-Five months?? How long is this novel?" Oh yeah, good point. That won't actually get us to the end. There may be another eight, ten days of chapters afterwards. It is important, however, to emphasize the May 21 - October 21 model.)

I will make sure to put the bulk of the contents under "Read More" breaks, so each log won't clutter your browsing experience.

The logs will have art in them. Not as much as in the original draft, but there will still be some. As of May 1st, I expect art by Rappu, RealaChao, Wiratomkinder, and Vis.

I plan on supplementing the logs with the occasional post talking about the making and intention of the story. I dunno, it's gonna be a five-month distribution period, I'm gonna get antsy during that and am gonna want to ramble. That'll be separate content, though.

And when the story is fully and completely posted on tumblr, I will release the full novel on my Website, where I like to keep the rest of my creations. Both the tumblr novel and the Website novel will be free reading, forever. I reserve the right to try again at a paid physical edition afterwards.

So! That's it. Rapture is coming. OH GOD THE RAPTURE IS BURNING is coming.

Trigger Warnings: Sex, Gods, and Rock & Roll. (violence. some swear words. teenage angst, cringe. death. insects. surrealism. symbolism. unpredictability of what will be explained and what won't. sexual acts with dubious consent-- you will be able to skip that part. religious iconography. and so much prog rock.)

Get ready for it.

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Cas stitching up his trench coat in one of the motel chairs while Sam and Dean are asleep and quietly talking to Jack about how to him the coat feels as part of himself now as his blade is. That it reminds him that he wasn't always aware of just how deeply humans could feel. How deeply angels could feel. How putting care into something can make it meaningful. The stars were mere pricks of light before humans decided to name them. The more he cares for his coat, the more of his perspective and memory gets sewn into it. The more it becomes his.

"And the pockets," he confides with a deep wink, "Are good for keeping snacks in."

Later, when Dean is asleep again, drooling over an open book of research in the bunker, Jack watches as Cas tucks his coat over Dean's shoulders and sees how he hesitates for a moment before brushing his hand softly through Dean's hair. Dean is transformed, through Cas’s careful attention, from the man who was the gatekeeper of acceptance and goodness to just a man, vulnerable and in need of care.

Jack wonders whether Castiel cares for everyone like they are a precious object. And he wonders what Castiel would transform him into, if he had to be repaired. Jack isn't sure that he likes the idea. He already has a hard time understanding his own morality, how can he also be expected live up to the idea of himself in Castiel's head? The object that Castiel loves? Does he need to be changed in order to become his?

"I could get him my pillow?" Jack suggests, swallowing against the cold mass in his throat when Cas smiles gently at that. He does like it, then, when Jack acts against his own interest.

"That might wake him. We should let him rest."

"He's precious to you."

"He is." Castiel reaches out and puts a hand on Jack's sleeve, expression sincere, "And so are you."

"Right," Jack says, then, "thanks," and holds his smile until Cas wanders back to sit perpendicular to Dean, to watch him until just before he stirred. Castiel and Jack, both, were good at pretending not to feel what they felt.

Watching the angel watch the man, Jack feels like a star. Immense and powerful but also distant, removed. Not special until a real person decides that he is. He is between angel and human. Person and object. Precious and disregarded. He is the blade and the coat, and Jack doesn't know which is worse.

[theboredbori]

I havent been up to date with Protocol stuff for like 3 weeks at this point and just had the time to sit down and catch up, heres a doodle from my Protocol journal where I take notes and apparently also draw shit now

This is all I have to offer at this point in time

[cool-person-yey]

45% of my brain is like " the puter voices are jmart and jonah magnus!!11!1!1!!;" and 45% are " they know we were going to try make TMA and tmagp have some sort of direct relation and they're using it to trick us" and the other 10% are " these motherfuckers are planning something totally different and completely unexpected"