#the flesh hive

[touch-tone-crowley]

The corruption! I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to get another out for you guys life has been hectic but I love the corruption and couldn't put this off any longer:] hope you like

[pastellich]

Jane Prentiss, the Flesh Hive

I posted a bunch of my Magnus Archives fanart over on itch.io in a single downloadable file:

[walmartnoodle]

"The song is loud and beautiful and I am so very afraid. There is a wasps’ nest in my attic. Perhaps it can soothe my itching soul."

[thewaspsnestinyourattic]

something I genuinely love about the magnus archives is how excellent it is at showing both the beauty and the horror in the separate fears.

I love it when a piece of media shows me something awful, something terrifying, something that could break a human mind, and can still make me go "fuck, that's beautiful, though."

it reflects humanity in a more accurate way, I think. like, our fears aren't that cut and dry because we're not that cut and dry. the corruption is, objectively, a terrifying concept.

thousands of bugs infesting your body? a crawling rot that seeps into your blood? horror at its best. but then it turns around and it shows you why people become its avatars.

it's a home. a home that can never leave you, a home that will always be there. it's a purpose, it's belonging, it's a reason more profound than most people could ever find on their own.

and then there are the less obviously terrifying fears. the more existential ones like the beholding or the lonely. the ones that can make you go 'hey, maybe that wouldn't be so bad.'

and then jonny sims like the legend he is just goes 'yeah they would be actually.' sure, the beautiful alluring side is shown. but so is the utter horror of isolation and total lack of privacy. the raw agony of it all, and why exactly those are fears.

idk, I just think it's kinda neat :)

[just-a-lidle-creacher]

i am sick. i have been sick for a long time. the mold that is on my bread is mold on my lungs, as i cough and choke and breathe it in deeper. i am dirty. i have been dirty longer than i remember, long before i was even tainted. no, the dirt is deeper, it is deep in my heart and my stomach, it infects me like an illness from the inside out. my stomach is empty, but i am full. i am full of love and full of mould. the parasite that lives in me grows every day, he is beautiful like the cough and the mold, beautiful like the mushrooms that grow in my joints. the mold has eroded my eyes, but the ants tell me where to go. my ears are full of pus, but the ladybugs guide me on. the caterpillars and wasps sing their song, at i am perfect. i am home. i have lived here longer than i can remember, if living is what you could call it. i may not be living, but i am full of life, the life they all deserve. the mold tells me he loves me. i love it back. the ants sing how they need me. my sickness screams for them never to leave. my face is red and hot, i’ve lost count of how high the fever is. the pillbugs take care of me in my illness, and my aches and pains are worth it when i hear what they’ve been working on. their song is honey and heaven, like nothing i’ve heard. it is the only thing i can hear anymore, the only thing i need to hear. i love them and they love me, and that is all i need to hear.

[historicallyaccuratecheese]

No matter how many more fucked up weirdos show up in the rest of The Magnus Archives, I will never stop thinking about Jane Prentiss. I just…I’m so in awe. How her themes of love, sex and femininity are contrasted by the disgusting worms she carries with her. How she represents those who lack any form of love in their life, whether it’s for valid reasons or not, and then find love in the most vile of places. How The Flesh Hive is basically a metaphor for people who give false promises of love and affection to those in a dark and lonely place, only to manipulate and control them for their own gain. For a walking corpse who we only ever hear say one line, she is a fantastic character who I hold very dearly.

[kat-and-their-cats]

Day 2 of my favourite Avatar polls, each poll will run for 1 week and will release daily in alphabetical order of entities.

Please repost for larger sample size.

[trepidancy]

quit your job, join my emo flesh hive

[fuckthisshitimin]

[ID: The meme "To be loved is to be changed", with images of Jane Prentiss, as a human first, and then as the Flesh Hive. End ID.]

Did I do the meme right?

The pieces on their own and with proper IDs below the cut:

[ID: A digital, decorative fanart of Jane Prentiss from The Magnus Archives, holding a glass of red wine and looking at the viewer. She is a light-skinned Mediterranean woman, with long curly hair, visible arm hairs and a mono-brow. She is wearing creole earrings, several golden embellished bracelets and a vertically striped red and pink dress. On certain stripes of fabric, rose gold spirals are embroidered. She has flowers in her hair, and her face, reddened with acne, is smiling sincerely. Behind her, blue flowers bloom in the air. Signed: Meaningless Mikhaïl. End ID.]

[ID: A drawing of Jane Prentiss as the Flesh Hive. Her skin is colder and greener than it was in the previous drawing, and the same goes for her hair. The pimples on her face have been replaced by holes for worms to come in and out of. She is looking upwards with a hand on her cheek, smiling gleefully. She isn't wearing clothes: her nipples and belly button have been hollowed out and gape open. Worms crawl all over her, clustering in the crook of her neck, in her armpit. One of the worms is crawling out of her nail, tearing it away. Behind her, red splatters of blood bloom in the air. Signed: Meaningless Mikhaïl. End ID]

[niff-of-draws]

happy wormfucker wednesday monday <3

(id in alt)

[touch-tone-crowley]

Everyone always talks about what fear entity they'd be most aligned with which I love, but people are always choosing the "cool" ones like the eye or the spiral but honestly?? I think the corruption gets overlooked a lot. You're telling me a bunch of trans neurodiverse people aren't drawn in by the only one that mixes fear with the need for a deep unforgiving love???

[autoneurotic]

there’s a wasps nest in jane’s attic! what do you think is inside?

[pastellich]

Jane Prentiss, the Flesh Hive

The whole time I was drawing this I was thinking "no, It's not gross enough! Make it more disgusting." Sure I could draw pretty things, but drawing revolting things is always more fun.

Check out my other TMA drawings

[itchyeye]

jane prentiss, the flesh hive | perhaps i’ve always heard it. perhaps the itch has always been the real me, and it was the happy, smiling jane who called herself a witch and drank wine in the park when it was sunny, maybe it was her who was the maddened illusion that hides the sick squirming reality of what i am. of what we all are, when you strip away the pretence that there is more to a person than a warm, wet habitat for the billion crawling things that need a home. that love us in their way.

[thewaspsnestinyourattic]

what if we held hands... and you infected me with your flesh hive and we lived together forever as one, horrific eldritch entity, haha, jk...unless?

[just-a-lidle-creacher]

something is coming. something i want or don’t want or need or will never need or will accept or reject. it is coming and i cannot stop it. i can hear it, its song calls out to me kinder than my heart, sweeter than my blood, warmer than my home. i feel its claws in the back of my throat, i can feel it crawling up. it is in my mouth it is in my eyes it is in my ears it is in my skin. it sings of love greater than i can comprehend and i need it. i need it and i have always needed it and i will always need it. i can feel it. the itch to be something more and something greater, i need it. i fear it. it’s not real. because none of this is real, it is all foolish dreams i make up in my head, a tune i don’t know. but it is real. and that scares me. its song that hums and crawls and coughs and burrows i can hear it so clearly. but it cannot be real. but it must be real, because why do i feel such a deep itch in my soul down to my bones to the core of my being it has to be real. because if it isn’t, it was all for nothing. but i know it is, because i can feel them burrowing, deeper and deeper until they hit the bone but its not real. because i will open my eyes and my skin will be unblemished. it will be perfect and in tact and it will hurt so badly because it needs to be open and free. and i will pinch and pick and pull and scratch but the itch will only grow stronger and i do not know what i will do. one day it will change. one day i must have something change, something will come that needs me and loves me like i need and love it. if it is real. if it is real it is coming. if it’s not real, i don’t know what is coming. but i know something is coming. it is coming soon.