#tma 14

[kat-and-their-cats]

Favourite Episode Masterlist

[arthur-lesters-right-arm]

Thinking back to the time I was about halfway through TMA and was explaining the plot to a friend who has never listened to a single episode and they tried to make one of those "Soup was invented by John Soup when he wanted to drink a chicken" jokes and ended up saying something along the lines of "The Magnus Institute was created by John Magnus when he wanted to make an institute for all the fears" and at the time I was like haha good one bro but in hindsight I think I need to fucking throngle them with my bare hands

[vickozone]

Look at the sky, Martin. 👁️

k I’m gonna go eep now

[dcartcorner]

piecemeal

[neo--queen--serenity]

Exploding into spiders is OUT ❌

Exploding into snakes is IN ✅

[polyhexianbirb]

7 down, 7 more to go.

[cult-of-the-eye]

Why You Should Date Each of the Entities:

The Dark:

You can't see the things that are so plainly wrong in the dark, everything is softer, more blurred at the edges. your secrets will always be safe.

The Corruption:

You will never be alone again, loved unconditionally, blindly, wildly by something that lives within you. Something that has marked you. Something that will never leave.

The Lonely:

Isn't it so peaceful? So calm? Being given your own space, living, loving in silence together. How can you be hurt if there's no one to hurt you?

The Eye:

What would you give to fully be Seen? To be understood? In your deliriously human entirety. A complex puzzle of experience and nature, dissected and pieced back together.

The Vast:

You want to be drawn in, magnetised by something larger than life, bigger than you could ever imagine. You want it to overwhelm you, the indifference in which it reacts to your all-encompassing desire. The best part of love is the falling.

The Flesh:

Meat is meat is meat. Why romanticise what is so plainly human? You are a person, made of flesh and bones, you would like to be with another person, made of flesh and bones. Simple as.

The Web:

Love me, love me not. You pull off each of the spider's legs to understand your romantic fate. It's infinitely complex, ineffable to you and your human machinations. You just want to follow the red string, hopefully finding someone on the other end.

The Slaughter:

It's me and you. You and me. Why should anyone else get in the way? I'll dig through your ribcage and curl up aside your beating heart, holding it as it ceases to beat.

The Spiral:

You don't want to understand. You just want to your hand to be taken, pulled along to dizzying adventures. Chug the slushee and relish the feeling of the brain freeze.

The End:

Everything ends. At least this way, you have more control. The relief that washes over you is no longer tinged with guilt.

The Buried:

You're surrounded on all sides by your lover, encompassed and safe. The pressure condenses your fizzing veins into hard candy and for the first time, you feel solid.

The Desolation:

Burn it down and only we are left. We are the most important people to each other and it shall stay that way, until the both of us perish. It will end as it started, with a rush of flame.

The Hunt:

You're constantly chasing the pounding, breathless feeling in your chest, craving the twist of the neck to check if I'm still watching, still five paces behind. It's presence is comforting, mingled with torturous.

The Stranger:

Fuck man I don't know how to make this one sound romantic.

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine the cross guild trip being nosey af

You: it doesn't matter if you don't tell anyone else you're in debt, Crocodile, Mihawk, and Buggy will find out.

Alvida: Keep your voice down, they're just in the next room. And no they won't, I'll just take a gig, and pay it off when I come back.

You: those three are the nosiest bitches I've ever met, I wouldn't be surprised if they found out about it in the next fortnight if they don't already know about it.

Mr. 3: I've worked with Sir Crocodile for almost a decade, he's never struck me as one for gossip.

You: you don't believe me? Watch this. *Gasps loudly* No! Shut up! ... Who got her pregnant!... Oh my GOD! How? ... OOO boy.

Mihawk: [leans back in his chair, so his head pokes into the door frame]

Buggy: [separates his ear and bounces it into the room]

Crocodile: [rolls his desk chair into view]

You: [points at them] I caught you, a bunch of nosey bitches, the lot of you.

Crocodile: [glowers at you] So no one is pregnant?

Mihawk: it appears we've been duped.

Buggy: Boo

Mr.3: [gawking]

Alvida: We're having a private conversation, didn't your mothers ever teach you eavesdropping is rude.

Crocodile: no, I didn't have any parents.

Buggy: two dads

Mihawk: no comment

You: I have some juicy gossip about the Wrangler and his girlfriend if you're interested.

Crocodile: [plops his files down] Alright, spill.

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[clairebearsparkles]

Poor Michael. He had been on trips for the Institute before.

[knittinganarchist]

Look its not not canon considering TMA ended so ambiguously... I just think there's room for the 14 fears to be silly little guys.

Would Bill and the Eye get along? No. Would Bill and the Spiral get along? Deffo.

[froggyablogger]

he’s dead he’s alive he’s an icon everyone hates him he’s married he’s divorced he’s all powerful he’s pathetic he’s a twink he’s committed murder no one takes him seriously he’s so basic he’s so extra he’s the sluttiest academic ever

[artemis-moon23]

Supplemental:

*heavy breathing*

I FOLLOWED THE TUNNELS AND NOW IM IN AREA 51???? HELP???? THE ALIENS HERE ALSO SERVE THE EYE??? I AM NOW THEIR GOD? HELP??? WHAT IS GOING ON???

End supplemental.

[checkadii]

It froze csp once and crashed csp right when I’m finished so I had to redo some things I. I couldn’t figure out what to draw for his outfit, bro was swag and gender but I was ready to eat my screen from frustration when I read the wiki (trying to avoid possible spoilers as much as I could) and saw that it had SHOULDER LENGTH HAIR I couldn’t bring myself to erase tho

Anyways I have to sleep with the knowledge that I had to stop literally 1 second into listening to MAG 117. Like. Not even a single word was heard before oh bed time COME ON 116 HAD ME ON MY TOES AND THEN AND AND THEJWHWHEB dissolving into a puddle and seeping thru the earth as we speak??

[vickozone]

Audio. Opperior. Vigilo.

A list of The 14 Fears + Extinction [this was a school project]

(It got a little messed up. Oh well)

[autistic-archivist]

Yeah, JONAH

[jaybirdscoffee]

forever thinking about how the magnus archives really fumbled the Flesh. there was such potential there beyond just meat and whatever jared hopworth’s deal was. there’s the body, there’s the lack of control over it, there’s changes against your will, and sometimes hatred for it. there are uniquely horrifying bodily experiences that could have been explored that expand on it wholly. to me, the Flesh is the one fear i think never got enough development.

as a trans person, i identify with the flesh. i’m sure i’m not the only one, but the idea of a trans exploration of the Flesh and its nuances has fascinated me since i first listened to MAG 111, when we first learned about smirke’s 14. i would’ve loved (and still would) a trans or trans-coded Flesh avatar (because jared hopworth just does not cut it for me). jared’s flesh garden is something i think about often, though. the way the plants are tended, groomed and transformed into something else, people twisted into flowers comprised of their entire beings, still able to feel and exist with the horror of living as something you are not, something this world has shaped you into. i think a lot about a Flesh avatar with a similar premise, too. someone who saw themself transforming into something - someone - they couldn’t recognize, instead taking hold of it, molding their own flesh, cutting away and adding pieces, in an eternal state of visceral metamorphosis. and they wouldn’t have it any other way.

to me, the flesh is more than just meat. there are so many angles to look at it. the idea of feeling your emotions so viscerally they only manifest as bodily sensation, as nausea, as bruises and bleeding and bile, and you don’t have any idea why this is happening to you, because you’re fine. you’re fine, aren’t you? your mind is fine. sure, your head is pounding and your stomach feels like it’s a burning hole within you, and your bones ache so much you can’t move, but you’re fine. (for me, this is a big part of my being autistic. my feelings tend to register in my body before they ever do my brain). your body is turning against you in new and horrible ways, and you don’t know why. and the Flesh feeds on that confusion and pain. it loves it.

the Flesh genuinely had so, so much potential, and i wish there had been more on it, something that made it truly horrifying, especially since i think a piece of TMA’s fanbase found something in it that scratched their brains from the beginning.

anyway, yeah, i have feelings about the Flesh.