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[ghostlydorito]

Hello Jon, apologies for the seduction. Or whatever that eldritch twink said.

[bermudarhombus2]

in the artkives, straight up "jurging it". and by "it", haha, well. let's justr say. my leitners

[sophiemaryjanes]

london is doing its best jonathan sims impression this summer

[possuminatrench]

Wow wow wow would you look at that

MORE FUCK HANDS MACMIKE

For a silly lil dtiys

[jarchivism]

have you ever tried shoveling paper into your mouth it's very fun

-statement muncher

What do you mean? I do that all the time.

[entre-isaac]

rip alice ‘daisy’ tonner you would have loved the nuclear codes.

[dontbelasagne]

to invoke a fear...

I'm very late posting this but in honour of TMA rising out of the flames and each haunting episode of The Magnus Protocol we have recieved, I have come up with incantations/invocations similar to Jon's "Ceaseless Watcher, turn your gaze upon..." chant for the other entities we see throughout The Magnus Archives. its mostly for fun, but I tried to capture the personality of each fear to mirror how an avatar would express such morbid annunciation :)

ripen this flesh with gruelling guts that devour and mark with eloquent cuts. take what is sacred and make it equal, for all meat is drowned in its own bloodied treacle. hack away at your sense of mortality, your body is pungent with fatty vitality, digest that last ounce of copius sanity and become one with The Flesh in all its totality.

- The Flesh

call to arms and construct your sick barricade, made of chanting screams and an unending human palisade. the piper demands you line up for ransom, let your mind be frenzied to fuel your brutal anthem. extricate your tools and be ready for The Slaughter, there is no set time for bodies in the water.

- The Slaughter

you need not run, for the darkness is patient. in the corner of your eye Mr Pitch remains latent. encroaching in the night, outstaying its welcome. each blink a reminder that safety is seldom. its blanketed grip won't let you be free of what the shifting shadows can always carry. it hides in the places you cannot see, for in The Dark you cannot flee.

- The Dark

will you remain the hunted prey, that sweats and stinks the path in hungering array. you cannot satisfy the everchase, it will feast and feast on your endangered place. so run, little wanderer, wary of your being, only ever good for heart-thumping fleeing. let your breaths arrive in laboured panting, for The Hunt will always sense if you'll be left standing.

- The Hunt

fold into yourself and cripple that heart, for you are alone and alone you'll depart. waste away at your own lack of humanity, the fog will uncover all your human fallacy. fade away like frivolous smoke, don your pretence of an obscuring cloak. and relinquish connection for The Lonely doesn't cling, only your sick solitude it will bring.

- The Lonely

pick apart those sudden thoughts, no way to know how it contorts. winding, finding your way through, I'm sure there is some clue. leave what that mind says, for look again it is Not What it is. twisting, visiting a place of no mind, you'll be sure to know the doorways to find. it's easy to let go, come down The Spiral, and be sure to refute that pesky denial.

- The Spiral

are you sure that is you? with a face so adjusted that it begs the question if it is at all naturally constructed. peer through those absent waxed eyes, The Doll Maker will offer a suprise to your first taste at a porcelain smile, it'll be so worthwhile. do not fret at becoming The Stranger, you'll only pose as senseless danger.

- The Stranger

take this breath and fill it with clay, for you will never again see the day. a grave is waiting, alloted in the ground, to crush your bones, so brittle it won't be found. the weight of others all around, so close that you choke, yet make no sound. lay down and succumb to The Buried, for that body will constrict and be stubbornly wearied.

- The Buried

slough off that mottled skin with putrid holes that leak out things that crawl and creep and scuttle and speak of misery to be worshipped until you hatch that crawling rot. let it recede and uncover the disease, to rejoice in The Corruption out of your filthy predeliction.

- The Corruption

The Mother of Puppets will care for you my dear, don't worry for there is nothing to fear. let go of that innocent worldly desire, do not look to those who only conspire. you won't be safe outside of this cocoon, on the peripheries those spiders loom. come hither and rest on The Web, as the strands of your life fall and eb.

- The Web

ignite the blackened flame that consumes the heart, as each beat you increasingly depart from all that you love as it burns to crisp with every connection becoming a smoky wisp. the poisonous wax only drips further, as you become your own selfish burner. let this light guide you to The Desolation, choking on the smoke of your lost machination.

- The Desolation

there is no need to beg this is simply Terminus, not everything will be alive and feverously continuous. it is lavish to think of equal permanence, so resign to your fate and the universes ordinance. death awaits with weary bones to share the fatigue of a weighted throne, and rejoice with souls who call and lament that this is The End, it is your final descent.

- The End

look at you, in this magnitude of inproportionate calamity that sizes you down to microbial plurality. let yourself be enveloped by the dizzying expanse, we are all pale dots in the universes glance. enjoy sky blue and witness The Vast, can you bare the weight on your bones made of glass?

- The Vast

bring upon the silent decay, delivering life with forbidden foray. eeking out products and sustenance that glitch, don't forget this will only enrich. who's to say what is unnatural? it'll all slog into the ground both new and perpetual. plant those seeds of The Extinction, and sow your last destructive conviction.

- The Extinction

[th3archivisst]

Maybe he's pretty

[itsamemariosendlessblog]

his eyes were the magnus archives green

[pastacatprod]

Oh man, been listening to The Magnus Protocol. Love when Elias was all like "This Magnusses my protocol," and Jon was like "Don't you mean 'This THE Magnus(ses my) Protocol is a podcast distributed by Rusty Quill and licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial Sharealike 4.0 International License?" and then they fucked. God this show is great.

[thinktankera]

It would be terrible to have a normal 9-5 job in TMA. Imagine you’re a policeman, fresh out the academy. You finally get dispatched to your first call on a long shift and proceed to spend the rest of it picking up 2780 of the SAME TOOTH.

[bermudarhombus2]

the magnus institute wouldn't be able to do shit about bill cipher but dipper and mabel pines would kick jonah magnus' ass no i will not elaborate

(also i wish i could draw so i could draw johnathan sims fuming because dipper won't stop asking him questions)

[spicyicymeloncat]

If you can’t recite the exact licensing details of the Magnus archives then you’re a fake fan sorry I don’t make the rules.

[talentforlying]

❝  don’t  try  to  be  cute.  i’m  still  not  going  to  trust  you.  ❞ / from roman! in one of his verses if that makes more sense? vampire, werewolf, magnus archives? dealer's choice

' awh, you think i'm cute? that's so sweet. i'm gonna vom. '

that's a cheshire cat grin right there, all sparkling and wide-eyed innocent, head tilting to the side in a way he's always been told is considered rakish. ( whatever that means. ) it's really more utterly, annoyingly theatrical than anything else. he doesn't honestly care if roman trusts him or not, anyway — just needs him to fall in line with the plan he's been cooking up to divest the roys of a few handy little secrets. something to cut his teeth on, so to speak.

besides, he's not fucking cute. he doesn't do cute. don't need to be under the sodding Eye to see that.

so he'll just work on ruining that impression by reaching over to ruffle roman's hair and making kissy sounds. ' keep tellin' yerself that, oul' son, but i reckon i'll grow on you! like fungus that way. 'sides, you don't need to trust me, y'just gotta do what i ask, yeah? nice and easy. '

@ohsunshine / i went with the magnus archives if that works!!

[dontbelasagne]

what i still love about tma is how some fears are about our proximity to manipulation, the terror at lacking connection, how easy it is to burn away your relationships, or even the lurking dread of uncanny that sits just outside of our normal to others which are simply bugs!! or WAR or just merely the idea of flesh and honestly Jonny Sims is so slay for that.

[catboy-joyfriend]

i need u all to know that i have somehow gotten the full tma outro as a tic and it sucks so so bad