#the buried from the magnus archives

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 217

Adjective: Earthy

Noun: Lung

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Earthy: resembling or suggestive of earth or soil; (of a person or their language) direct and uninhibited, especially about sexual subjects or bodily functions

Lung: each of the pair of organs situated within the rib cage, consisting of elastic sacs with branching passages into which air is drawn, so that oxygen can pass into the blood and carbon dioxide be removed, and lungs are characteristic of vertebrates other than fish, though similar structures are present in some other animal groups; an open space in a town or city, where people can breathe fresher air

[possiblyawesometmblr]

me, slapping the roof of the Stupid Rich People Underwater Death Tube: you could get so many tma statements outta this bad boy

[badly-made-tma-domains]

the entities as saw traps

the buried- glass coffin - saw v

the corruption- needle pit - saw ii / william easton’s tests - saw vi

the dark- the mausoleum - saw iv / hangman’s noose - saw 3d

the desolation- the furnace - saw ii

the end- angel trap - saw iii

the eye- bedroom trap - saw iv

the flesh- pound of flesh - saw vi

the hunt- steam maze - saw vi / the scalping seat - saw iv

the slaughter- pig vat - saw iii / the fatal five - saw v

the spiral- shotgun carousel - saw vi

the stranger- the doll in the basement that obi’s tape is attached to in saw ii. that’s what you guys get.

the vast- pendulum trap - saw v maybe… or suspended cage saw 3d

the web- marcus banks’ test - spiral. for a cooler one, zep hindle’s test. in reality, though, almost everything kramer does is very web. i’d elaborate but then this post would be far too long.

[kitsunesakii]

Printer issues

Ur here, Lunch Date, Flower Shop, The Stranger- pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, Spider in the dark, Two is better than One, next part?

(A conversation between Sasha and Micheal before the siege of Jane Prentiss)

Sasha stared as the printer sputtered and grunted. A pause, another sound before silence. She grumbled and hit the roof of the printer a second time. Nothing. A small mechanical shutter and then nothing. Sasha let out an exasperated sigh and sat back. It was unbelievable that she could hack into anything Jon asked her to, but she was thwarted by a damn printer. She considered bugging Elias about it but she wasn't in the mood to deal with him. If she wanted the details to the statement printed, she'd have to use the printer at the desk to artifact storage.

Just lovely.

Sasha dragged her hands through her hair as she made her way to the other end of the Institute. She didn't have to pretend she enjoyed the place. It wasn't... Natural. She had figured out that much. And not just because of the worm infestation gathering outside the walls of the Institute. She had felt it before as well. She sensed it when they had followed up on statements only to find the person dead or missed. She had noticed it when at her desk and it felt like a thousand eyes staring daggers into the back of her head. And she noticed it now as she sat behind the Artifact storage reception desk and logged in, praying desperately that the printer would connect and behave in a timely manner.

The printer made a small wine and a short compliant huff before a paper started feeding through. Sasha dared to breathe. The paper pushed its way through and the printer made a delighted chime. She frowned. The printer paper, which should have printed out an information sheet about a drug company in relation to a health crisis, was instead a mess of colors and patterns, Sasha found it was hard to look at after a while.

Just. Bloody. Lovely.

She didn't have time to think before laughter ricocheted off of the wall and shattered through her mind. Micheal. Lord, she really needed to get paid more.

Sasha forced herself to at least try and stay calm.

"Hello again, Archivist Assistant, what leads you down here to such a place?"

She eye'd him carefully. The last interaction had left her compromised and almost dead in a graveyard and while she was safely within the Institute, she doubted that would actually be a genuine factor against him.

"The printer wasn't working." She answered rather dumbly.

He giggled and walked forward, picking up the headache of colors splattered over the paper and looking it over. "It doesn't seem broken to me." He laughed again and she felt it in her bones.

She shook her head and swallowed. "No- not this one, the one upstairs."

"Ah yes, well that one has never seemed to work." He giggled again and she managed a small frown.

What would he know about the institute's printer? She thought it was best not to ask. Instead she carefully moved towards the computer and gestured at the screen. "That's why I'm opting to use this one."

"You should try again then." His hair washed over his jaw and his shoulder as he tipped his head. His grin spreading further than the confines of his face.

Right. Sasha clicked print and watched the printer go through the motions of odd sounds before spitting out yet another distorted array of colors and shapes. Maybe she'd just be better off telling Jon he wasn't getting a paper version. Surely she could just email the details to him?

Micheal's laughter reverberated through the room as he leaned against the counter, holding his face in too long fingers.

"My, my, Assistant, whatever are you printing?"

Sasha let out a half hearted chuckle. It was too late into the day to have to deal with this. She ignored his question. "Yeah, obviously this isn't working."

"Giving up already? Oh Assistant, come on, give it another try." His smile was all teeth.

"It's Sasha." She said, rubbing her forehead.

"The printer has a name?"

"No, Micheal, my name. My name is Sasha."

He laughed again, his form spreading out like smoke before reflecting colors like glass, just transparent enough to see through whilst also noticing your reflection.

"So you say, will you try again?"

"Yes cause I'm sure it'll work better than the first two times."

"Sasha?"

She snapped her head in the direction of the voice, seeing Sally walking towards her with a concerned expression and carrying a stack of books.

"Who are you talking to?"

Sasha turned back to where Micheal was standing, except Micheal was gone and the door he had come from no longer seemed to exist. Of course.

"Oh um, no one, just talking to myself."

Sally didn't press the matter, instead disappearing down an adjacent hall. Sasha scowled and tried pressing print again, almost crying with relief as the document finally printed. Sasha quickly grabbed it and went to walk away before glancing back at the tray. Back at the two distorted pages. She grabbed those as well, folding them up and tucking them into her purse.

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"Thank you, Sasha, I'll have Martin look into the drug company's representative tomorrow."

"Great, just don't ask me to print out anything in the future, I've had quite enough to last me for a while."

Jon gave her a quizzical expression and Sasha let out a belated sigh.

"Nevermind, I'm headed home. Don't forget to feed yourself, Jon."

He muttered some backhanded response and she headed for home.

Sasha tossed her purse on the kitchen counter and started brewing a cup of tea. She spent most of the evening getting out of work mode and into comfier attire. Finally pulling out the distorted papers from her bag and looking them over. The colors were...pretty. For lack of a better word. Oddly distracting, mildly disorienting, but pretty nonetheless. She hummed and taped them to her fridge. A bit of eye-catching decoration never hurt anyone.

[heir-of-the-chair]

*incomprehensible goblin noises* rolling with difficulty tma au rolling with difficulty tma au rolling with difficulty tma au

[wouldtheybecomeafearavatar]

Idk if this has been done before but

would YOU the reader be an avatar of the Vast

YOU 🫵 have been polled for The Stranger and The Eye.

[allseeingharlequin]

Sometimes I think I'd be a really good avatar of the buried because I don't have an once of claustrophobia in me, I love watching those cave explorer videos because they look so fun. To be squeezed so neatly between two slabs of earth that eventually, long after the batteries in my light have run out, my skin can become one with the rock. I think it would be so nice, on a rainy day, in the dirt in somewhere like Ireland, to dig a hole deep enough to cover myself completely and close my eyes and breathe the earth into my lungs and let the mud flow through my heart.

I just think it would be cool to be part of the dirt

[honkygay]

the spiral must feel like a fucking idiot about mike crew cuz like,,, the spiral wanted his ass so bad it chased after mike for fucking years and the guy got swept up LITERALLY by another entity cuz he hated the spiral so bad. like damn can’t have SHIT in the distortion

[sangrefae]

having an incredible discussion in the labru server today so i needed to make a list of dungeon meshi characters and which fears from tma/tmagp i think they'd be associated with

laios: avatar of the flesh, victim of the lonely

marcille: avatar of the eye, touched by/victim of the end

senshi: was a victim of the flesh but now is entirely out of the fears reach, his pot and knife are artifacts for the flesh and the slaughter respectively (he does not know this)

chilchuck: victim of the buried

izutsumi: unwilling avatar of the flesh

falin: victim of the lonely, avatar of the end, a little bit of the vast

kabru: nearly 50/50 split of the web and the eye

toshiro: corruption or lonely, leaning heavily toward corruption + he'd be a prime candidate to become a hive

namari: touched by the buried and doing everything she can to fight its influence

mithrun: avatar of the hunt. Yeah

pattadol: im not sure but i think it would be really funny if the position of mithrun's co-captain was cursed by the end and she's so oblivious to the fears that she just. Isn't affected. the most neurotic elf in the world but shes immune to the fears by sheer naive willpower

lycion: avatar of the flesh obv

otta: avatar of the buried obv

fleki: avatar of the vast. the way she described how it felt while tripping + controlling her familiar really reminded me of simon fairchild

cithis: avatar of the web obv

thistle: victim of the lonely and somewhat an avatar of the end, if only for the immortality thing

winged lion: domain of the flesh and a little bit of the spiral/stranger

[thelambthatkilledthewolf]

Random headcanons about Hezekiah Wakely because no one appreciates this absolute treasure of a man:

- if he had lived in a time where gender was actually understood, he would've used he/they/it pronouns

- he has autism and BPD and was probably shunned for being "weird"

- his special interest is bugs, but specifically the kinds that burrow in the ground

- his liquor of choice was bourbon and he drank that shit straight

- he was vaguely acquainted with Jonah Magnus, but didn't like him much

- he had a secret relationship with Simon Fairchild and I will die on this hill

- all his bullshit about the Lord in his letters to that one guy was fake. He desperately tried to believe in God bc it was the 1800's and everyone did, but he never actually felt like God was really there

- Smirke heard of his little misdemeanors and immediately clocked him as a Buried avatar, and tried to "recruit" him into the Regency group (Smirke wanted to study him.) He refused because fuck rich people

- he faked his death so that he could be buried alive, and that's how he died

Bonus: That was the first time Simon ever truly mourned the loss of a person. (The second would be two hundred years later, when a certain detective put a bullet in Michael Crew's brain)

[morganmnemonic]

Sketch of a comic for my Magnus archives au. This idea occurred to me and I felt like the funniest man alive

[bumblebug5]

if i was a buried avatar you would catch me running around with some of these bad boys

[catschimericalcreationsmisc]

Tales from the Gas Station: Tales from the Road

"Rosa’s cousin Bernie had gotten mixed up in a “situation” with a cursed cassette tape that never reached the end no matter how long you fast-forwarded. Evidently, it told people how and when they would die. (But after a little research and experimenting, we discovered it wasn’t prophetic. Just really good at guessing. So, not really our thing.)"

Jack Townsend is like the exact halfway point between Joshua Gillespie and Jon Sims. Not quite savvy enough to ignore the singing coffin, not such a nosy posey that you accidentally turn yourself into an eldritch abomination.

[cloverkingsmith]

MY AVATARSONA MAKING A COMEBACK FOR THE MAGNUS PROTOCOL YEAHHHH

⚰️ avatar of the buried ⛓️

[shittyleitnerideas]

Journey to the center of the earth that makes you actually dig to the center of the earth. No one has made it yet but someone will.

Buried aligned, obviously.

how many journeys does it take to get to the center of an earth