#themagnuspod

[ganemouchie]

The Distortion,

[loveabledustbunny]

hey, I haven't drawn my favourite perfect little babygirl in like....5 minutes!! so heres a magazine cover of her being adorable

[sluttyarchivist]

i am suffering from chronic jmart brainrot so if anyone has any songs they associate with them pls send them to me immediately thank you 

[canon-autopsy]

I finished all of the magnus archives and made a tiktok:)

[saintbleeding]

hey, so, anyway, if you expected me to see fulfilment by klimt and not make it jmart and depressing, i truly don’t know what to tell you at this point

[id in alt!]

[alextheshadowwatcher]

"And in the end, it was Gertrude who saved me"

Gertrude Robinson and Gerard Keay

#TheMagnusArchives podcast

Gertrude is my friend Anna

Gerard is me

Please comment, share and follow if you like the photo and check my Instagram profile for more #tma cosplay ❤️

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Bonus photo - The true nature of Gertrude Robinson :

[thearchivistfromnightvale]

So I finished listening to The Magnus Archives about a week ago, and I think I've just about fully digested it. Does anyone have any theories or unpopular opinions about it? I'd like to discuss some theories with people if anyone has any..

[localcryptic]

leave a like if you think being burned alive by an avatar of the desolation is... kinda hot 😳🔥

[alistair-blackwood]

“This is the Magnus Institute, not a creative writing course at university. If that doesn’t agree with him, he can leave.” There was a thud and the sound of rifling tapes. “He can take his bloody tea with him.”

Martin’s fingers tightened on the saucer. Oh.

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Martin knows better than to talk about it. It’s fine. He’s fine.

Chapters: 2/2 [Complete]

Words: ~19k

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Martin Blackwood’s Mother, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Season 1, Jon is An Ass, He Gets Better, Getting Together, First Kiss, Utter Disrespect Towards Slam Poetry

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“Martin,” Ms. Williams said as the other kids were dismissed for recess. Her brown eyes were soft and kind, but it did nothing to put off the sick twist of dread in Martin’s stomach.  “You didn’t turn in your homework again.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Martin?”

He fiddled with the eraser on his desk, rubbing it over some smudges, before looking up. She was still smiling.

“Is there anything you want to talk about? Something going on at home I can help with?”

Martin didn’t think Ms. Williams was all that keen to help him with Mum. Although, it would be nice if she knew he was usually just too tired for homework, instead of being too stupid. Mum didn’t like him talking about it, though.

But this was his teacher, and you’re supposed to trust your teachers, right? More importantly, it was Ms. Williams. If anyone would understand, she would, right?

So, Martin told her. At first, he thought he did something wrong because Ms. Williams’s eyes grew less kind and the corners of her mouth tightened. He must have made a mistake, though, because she was still smiling and, when he was finished, said he could join the other children outside.

“Am I in trouble?”

“Oh, of course not, sweetie.” She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “You’re a very good boy, Martin.”

Martin still thinks about how that made him feel; surprised and confused, but with a breathless warmth ballooning in his chest.

The next day, when Mum was picking him up from school, Ms. Williams requested if the two of them could talk in her classroom and asked Martin to wait outside.

He had never heard his mother so angry before. He could picture it, though; the bulging veins in her neck, the spit flecking from her lips as she blew up on Ms. Williams, asking her where she found the gall, telling her that he was healthy and fed and what more could they want from them.

When he heard her start storming towards the door, fear twisted his heart and he almost bolted. He didn’t, and when the door opened, he let Mum seize his arm and pull him away.

He had one look of Ms. Williams. She had collapsed into her chair, hand covering her mouth. He still saw that image under his eyelids sometimes, years later, when he’s tossing and turning in bed.

Mum went to the principal after that. The other children were more than happy to tell him all about it in the hallways. After that, Mum took away his books and toys so he could focus on his homework. He would get them back when his grades went up.

Ms. Williams transferred schools at the end of the year. It was almost a relief. Her eyes had been so sad.

Martin never blamed her. Why would he? She was young and far too kind and had just wanted to help. He didn’t blame his mother either, not really. He had known better, after all. They were living in a tough situation. If she didn’t stand up for them, they would have been torn apart, and he never wanted that.

No, if Martin had just kept his mouth shut, the whole thing could have been avoided.

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[huitunkuutti]

Once  👁️ Had [Tma Animatic] 

Hi everyone, guess who again did an animatic on one sitting? It’s me!  This time an animatic from the perspective of the Eye itself.

[alexiealducsdrawings]

“My hand closed instead around cold metal, and I drew out a fist-sized lump of… I think it must have been copper or bronze, and had been roughly carved into the shape of a heart, but like a real heart, not like a Valentine’s one. It was cold to the touch, like it had just come out of a freezer, and it almost stuck to my skin. Engraved on the side was the name “Alan Parfitt”, the letters carved in with machine-like precision. That was the last sign of Alan I ever found. As far as I’m aware he’s never been seen since.“

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“ Ma main s’est plutôt refermée sur du métal froid, et j’en ai ressorti une masse de la taille d’un poing de...je crois que ça devait être du cuivre ou du bronze, et elle avait été grossièrement sculptée en forme de cœur, mais un vrai cœur, pas comme un cœur de Saint-Valentin. Il était froid au toucher, comme s’il sortait tout juste d’un congélateur, et il m’a presque collé à la peau. Sur le côté était gravé le nom ‘’Alan Parfitt’’, les lettres creusées avec la précision d’une machine. C’est le dernier signe d’Alan que j’ai trouvé. Autant que je sache il n’a jamais été revu depuis.“

[ganemouchie]

Some skemches while trying out a new brush. Whispering sweet nothings into the ears of the lonely boy yeees

[r0semultiverse]

The Magnus when they archive their pods idk never seen it

[sluttyarchivist]

new page :)

hello i am fairly new to the TMA fandom and wanted to have a place to express my newfound love for the series <3 

i am currently on episode 163 and am finishing up very very quickly

so far i have cosplayed two characters: nikola and elias but my cosplans are expanding greatly (i have a cosplay tiktok if anyone wants it lol) 

im unsure what my plans for this page are but rn ill probably just repost some things here and maybe moving forward actually share my own thoughts :) 

your friend, 

sluttyarchivist 

[kuuttituutti]

Please rate my Elias and Peter designs

Au jos maunon  arkistot on Pihlajakadulla

[saintbleeding]

[Image Description: Image One is Edward Hopper’s 1942 painting Nighthawks. It depicts four people in a 1940s diner late at night. From left to right: the first is a man sitting facing away from the viewer, wearing a dark grey hat and suit jacket which obscure most of his features. The second is a white man wearing a dark grey suit and hat, facing the viewer at a 3/4 angle. There is a cigarette between his fingers and he is wearing a neutral, tired expression. The third figure is a red-haired white woman wearing a red dress. She is looking at the sandwich which she holds in her right hand. The fourth figure is an employee of the diner dressed in white. He is a blonde white man leaning down to attend to a task unseen behind the counter of the diner. The exterior of the diner is brick red and bluish green. The interior is largely yellow, evoking fluorescent lighting. Behind the fourth figure are two drink fountains and a door into the diner’s kitchen.

Image Two is a digitally painted piece of fanart for The Magnus Archives based on image one. The exterior shares the same colour palette as image one. Inside, one of the drink fountains has been replaced with a red espresso machine. The figures in image two from left to right: The first figure is Jonathan Sims, a dark-skinned man with shoulder-length greying curly hair,sitting facing away from the viewer. There are a few very small, faint green spectral eyes floating around his shoulders. He is holding a paper statement bearing the Magnus Institute logo, and beside him are a tape recorder and small cup of coffee. He is wearing a light blue button-down shirt and grey suit trousers.

The second figure is Jude Perry, a muscular East Asian woman. She is scowling at Jack Barnabas, the fourth figure, and her right hand resting on the counter is causing it to smoulder and smoke. She is wearing a grey singlet and her dark brown hair is styled in a short, spiky hairstyle.

The third figure is Agnes Montague, a red-haired freckly white woman wearing an orange t-shirt. She is blushing and looking at a note held in her right hand.

The fourth figure is Jack Barnabas, a white man with mouse-brown hair wearing a black t-shirt, leaning down behind the counter and smiling up at Agnes. He does not seem to notice Jude glaring at him. End description.]

yo when i tell u this one took 7 years it is only a slight exaggeration tbqh

close-ups below the cut!!