#cloudy (tma)

[momokarp]

I was in a very specific and elevated state when I decided to draw a self insert avatar of the weed

[forsakenanchor]

i have currently made two cake designs based of tma… i need to do it seriously…

ones based off mr spider and the others based off of jon/the eye if anyones wondering

[stainedglassshadows]

In my mind Peter Lukas looks like the dad from Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs

[st4r-t3ars]

“Can the lonely take the place of you?”

[written-in-the-clouds]

Can I request platonic Jonathan Sims x reader who is Gertrude's grandchild? The reader is essentially working as a spy and knows that Elias is bad but dosen't say anything to not blow their cover. Gertrude has had the reader working in the archives as one of Jon's assistants, Gertrude had off handedly mentioned she had a grandchild but no one ever knew who it was, but then Jon end up finding out.

Done! Hope you enjoy! <3

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“Hey, [Name]? Can we talk for a minute?”

“Of course,” you agreed, following Jon into his office. “What is it?”

Jon sat down at his desk and pressed play on a tape recorder. The voice that came out of it was unfortunately familiar.

“Next week, my grandchild is returning from their research trip… if all goes well, they will have some interesting results. I do hope they will stay and help my successor, whoever they may be. They—” Gertrude cut herself off, and you could hear her stand up. Jon clicked the tape off.

“Okay,” you said cautiously, “so should I look for them? Do you have anything else to go off of?” If he sent you to investigate yourself, you were fairly confident in your ability to keep the appearance of a wild goose chase.

“No,” Jon replied. “I already know who they are.”

He pushed a printed-out photo across his desk, and you winced once you saw it. A social media profile of you, from a few years ago, but still clearly yours. [Name] Robinson. You force a smile. “Come on, Jon, that seems a bit stalker-ish. I haven’t used that account for years.” His paranoia is starting to concern you. Though he was right in this case, he would have had to dig for this profile. You should have deleted it, really, but it was too late for that now. You were also fairly sure that Martin had mentioned Jon had actually stalked Tim to his home. Depending on how he accuses you, you should—

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he demanded. “You know what’s going on here, don’t you?”

You hesitated for a moment, then reprimand yourself. Wait too long, and he’ll get more suspicious. “I’m not here to help you. I have another job.” A bit harsh, maybe, but that’s how you were raised. You may be friendly with Jon, but the job takes priority. Gertrude told you to watch Elias when she was gone, and while Elias may know that’s what you’re doing, he hadn’t fired you yet. Keeping an eye on an Eye.

And, really, if you were fired, all the better.

Jon looked upset. “I know our introduction wasn’t the best, maybe, but I thought we were friends. I want— need to know what’s going on. If you know anything about Gertrude’s murder—”

“Ah, that’s what this is about,” you interrupted, rising from your seat. “Your paranoia of being assassinated. Honestly, Jon, your stalking of your employees isn’t doing you any favours. Well, I suppose it makes you a better candidate for him. You don’t have to worry about being killed when you keep pulling this.”

You knew Elias had killed Gertrude. You knew that the more Jon attached himself to the Eye, the more he continued to dutifully work for Elias, the more useful he was. You should have interfered earlier. Maybe this would be a wake-up call for him.

—

It only takes a week of you and Jon awkwardly avoiding each other for Martin to start preparing tea and Tim asking what happened this time. Somehow, you both end up in the break room alone. You give it about an sixty-five percent chance that this was planned, and a seventy-eight percent chance that Tim is eavesdropping.

You broke the silence first. “I apologize for blowing up like that,” you started, “but your paranoia is becoming a problem for all of us.”

“I hardly think finding an old social media profile indicates paranoia.”

“Sure, but you stalking Tim home is.”

Jon paused for a moment, then said, “I suppose that is true.” He sighed. “You are right, I suppose. Though, what ‘job’ were you talking about?”

You shrugged. “Can’t tell you that one. Call it a side gig.” It’s one thing for Elias to know what you’re doing and turning a blind eye, and another to admit it outright.

“Alright.” Jon sighed. “I apologize for… sneaking around.” He raised his voice slightly: “To you eavesdroppers as well.”

Tim slammed open the door and strode in. “Excellent, now we can go back to dealing with our regular spooky bullshit.” Martin followed in behind him, and Sasha not long after that.

Speaking of Sasha. Something is off about her. You can feel it, a vague sense of something wrong. You haven’t been able to confront her yet. Maybe that’ll be next on your list.

“You know,” you say, “now that you all know I’m Gertrude’s grandchild… There are some things I should explain to you all.”

They would be more successful if they knew what the Fears were, too.

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[enjoyvoidblack]

I know there's absolutely no canon support for this, but I'd like to think Oliver Banks was having lunch with Simon Fairchild when the eyepocalypse was triggered. I like the idea of the two that had maybe the best sense of the futility of it all, the inability of any one person to stop the fate that was coming to them, winding up next to each other and calling a truce to watch the world finally fall in on itself. I don't know if Oliver would've known - more people were tormented infinitely than died in the Eye-ruled hellscape - but if he did, maybe he'd seek Simon out if he knew he existed. They've both got the same sort of hands-off acceptance about them, the realization that nothing they could try would stop the inevitable. Maybe Oliver would find some solace in a person who'd found that acceptance hundreds of years past, even if his flavour of insignificance in the span of existence is more in space than time.

Maybe Oliver got a nice sandwich and Simon got a weak tea and they both got a couple bites in before the universe went all to hell. Maybe even if they didn't know what was coming they felt it, on some level (even if they'd kind of always been feeling it) and decided it wasn't worth panicking about. Maybe they didn't even talk about it, while they waited for their orders at an outdoor cafe table. Just the weather.

"It's cloudy out, do you think it might rain later?" "No. Not likely."

[kurokomics]

hot gossip the 411 and allat

[yalikejazz9]

Once again in slight of The Magnus Protocol, I am compelled to post my TMA ocs

(Don't worry, these are the serious ones)

[isaspsp]

Yknow, when I was listening to the Magnus Archives, I thought, "Well, I wonder which fear I most connect to?" And then I knew it was The Buried; and after today's session at the therapist and knowing what will become of my weekly schedule next month? Bitch, I AM The Buried.

[atinyaccount]

Jon/Martin Ship Name

Hi TMA fandom! Im new here but ive been listening since last year (currently on TMP episode 30) I have a question.

Disclaimer! I didnt make any of these they were here already! Idk who made what name Edit: What do you call it personally? I like Eyes Tea <3

To be clear I know people call them Jmart but Ive seen so many aesthetic names out there I legit dont know '^^ i think it's Tea Holding? The Master Post

[martins-taperecorder]

Who could be knocking on the door at this hour? Fog was still blanketing the ground outside, the sun was barely up to paint shades of violet and magenta across the sleepy sky…

Something felt deeply wrong in the moment. Cold and humid, a feeling that pierced covers pulled over one’s head.

Another knock. Whoever it was, they were insistent.

(@tma-synthia-brunhilde)

It’s happening, you happy now? /lh

It was what, barely even morning? Martin groaned annoyed as he tiredly walked downstairs as the knocking seemed to almost echo in his house, god if it didn't stop soon he'd probably get a headache. He glanced outside one of his windows, the cloudy sky still dark and barely a hint of color, almost dull looking. Fog still covered the ground and almost lingered like it was stick there. He squinted his eyes as he heard the knocking again.

Can you give me 5 minutes ??

He huffed, but didn't want to keep them waiting. Martin looked into the peephole in his door, his face seemed to shift from annoyance to just. slightly less annoyed (/lh) as he unlocked the door, almost hesitating before just opening it fully.

Are you aware of the time ?- did you need something miss ?

[momokarp]

Even more indulging in self insert avatar of the weed, and a lot of of the motion blur too

[gideonisms]

the Vibes of tma are so good too the atmosphere will always remind me of a cloudy, muggy day in early summer with almost no one on the street. although maybe that's just because I took a lot of hot and lonely walks in the early summer of 2020 when I was listening to it. Texas never really shut down for the pandemic, so we all just tried to avoid each other, and I'd sit on my aunt's porch just to be outside. and try to focus on online classes but mostly just sweat. Sit there listening to scary podcasts until it grew dark

[saintbleeding]

[ID: Digital drawing of Manuela Dominguez from TMA. She is a fat woman with medium brown skin, dark brown hair in a messy bun, and eyes cloudy and grey from cataracts. She wears comfortable, practical clothing, and is sitting with one knee pulled to her chest. She is reading A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking and there is a serious, determined expression on her face. Her surroundings are dark and there is a vague, eerie glow reflected in her eyes. End ID.]

she could do unethical science on me. if she wanted. happy women wednesday

[what-the-girlfriends]

☀️ Sun - What's your favorite part of your WIP?

☁️ Cloudy - What inspired you to start writing your WIP? (or in general)

Sun, For my Pulp Archives + my Pulp Protocol wip(s):

Protocol: Celia!Margaret. She’s so. CggFGFFFESFFWDDSSCGFFDESSDDEWVG. She doesn’t remember much of how she got here, but she kbows theres nothing left to go back to. Margaret should get to be a little selfish. As a treat. Second probably being writing statements that are as angsty as possible for the specific “computer voices” (Dakkar Ahlaam and Sia) to read.

Archive: Right now it’s Spiral!Ben yapping to Slaughter!Charles. Ben in this au is so fun to write he just talks so much. And very little of what he says is decipherable to anyone but Chester and Sia (The Eye yk) Charles is supremely done with it. Close second being my Anna Hanover Vast foreshadowing:333

Cloudy, For my short story im submitting to my school’s anthology:

I fear rhis one is also very tma coded. I conceptualized it before I listened to tma in a “hey wouldn’t that be fucked up” way but listening to the podcast definitely inspired me to develop it. It’s about eye gore and shitty workplaces sooo. Yeah.

[gking10]

Liveblogging TMAGP 13: Futures

Here we are in the futures. Here we are in the futures and it's bright!

CAT3RB4622-17092023-14032024Gambling (application) / self-destruction [voicemail]

Nevermind, it's not bright at all. Are the bone dice coming back? Who will be holding them this time? Attempted suicide is a heavy incident element. The one that's different from all the others is SFX: insectoid though. I don't know how bugs are going to get involved but I am not looking forward to it. Why is the title "Futures"? Is someone being shown a vision of their future that acts as a catalyst for their self-destruction? But then why wouldn't the incident be filed with "vision" or "prophecy" or "fate" or something like that? Maybe the voicemail is just from an outside observer and the idea that the victim had a vision is only implied. I don't know, but "Futures" is an interesting title.

2:19 - "Alice was right – it is easy to make you blush.." God, Sam is adorable.

2:36 - "…and that you're an overachiever, obsessive, a bit repressed-" Yeah, this all tracks.

3:09 - "I have a baby. Jack. He’s just over a year old now." Oh! That's who Celia was talking about when she woke up at that motorway. Does Celia have anyone helping her take care of him? I mean, surely she must, Celia doesn't strike me as the kind of person to just leave a baby alone. But like she said herself, she's mysterious. Does she even know any other people? Daycare, maybe? And if Celia is from the TMA timeline, where did Jack come from?

3:22 - "And before you ask, no there’s no dad on the scene. Not even sure who he is. I had a couple of wild years after I moved here. It was a really weird time for me" I was considering the possibility that maybe Celia in this dimension was just going about her normal life and suddenly got given her alternate-timeline memories, but this does sound like Celia literally went through a portal and wound up here.

4:41 - "Well after that it all just went downhill. Didn’t get into Oxford, so I went to Nottingham. I graduated but I missed a first by one mark." "I had a breakdown. Stress. There was an… incident at work. I… freaked out during a presentation." "Gifted" kid burnout. Can relate. I wonder if there's something more to Sam's breakdown. The pauses might mean the incident was stirred by him experiencing something unnatural. Or the pauses could just be the natural apprehension of telling someone you had a breakdown.

5:05 - "I did my best to help her though her parents’ deaths" So Alice and her brother just have each other...

6:04 - "Is it my fault?" Yes and no. You were complicit, but you were just the messenger and you also lacked full information. The OIAR easily could have had someone else send the letter. Still not a great thing to be involved with. If you feel guilty about it, that's a good sign you should get out.

6:50 - "The world is full of opposing forces, some benevolent, most not. In order for the wheels to keep on turning, all these forces need to be monitored and balanced. That is where we come in." You sound like if Robert Smirke were an organization. You think you can balance all the fear. Pit them against one another, maintain order. But you can't. You just can't because its all one multi-limbed thing. "Some benevolent" is also interesting. Gerry in TMA made an explicit point that there were no benevolent supernatural forces, just the Fears.

7:33 - "Welcome to the Zorrotrade customer support line." Huh. Real thing... I think? Zorro, or Zorro Trade, is apparently a software for people to use to do financial trading using algorithms. That fits with the incident involving finance problems, but I don't see it being called Zorrotrade anywhere. Maybe its just a little offness because this is another universe. Or it could just be a whole different thing, I don't know. Also wait INT. QUIET FRENCH HOSPITAL WARD – SUNSET, CLOUDY (CASE RECORDING) Hey yeah um why is the calling in a hospital ward? What's that about? Are they good?

8:28 - "I don’t care about your “suspicious activity” bollocks, I have burnt my entire life to the ground for this stupid bloody app and now you owe me my goddam money. So, you can either pay up or I drop a line to the Ombudsman and tell them all about your little “Projection” trading" "Projection" trading... Is Zorrotrade literally trading people's futures? Or giving people "projections" that encourage them to do reckless things because all the data shows they will get the money in the end? But again, why is this incident not filed under fate then? Whatever happened, it led to this guy getting put in the hospital.

8:47 - "You can’t just take my money, lock me out of your app, and then expect me to roll over. I’ve been a user for years. Hell, I’ve probably invested more via this poxy little program than everyone else put together and what do I have to show for it? Eh?" Hmmm... Putting all your hopes into something only for it to all crumple apart? "Burnt my entire life to the ground"? Desolation vibes? Getting people's hopes up only for it to all go up in smoke?

9:03 - "Is this meant to be, like, punishment or something? I’m not a bad person, all right? Wanting to be rich doesn’t make you a bad person." I was wondering about the app name. Zorrotrader. Zorro, who fought the corrupt and wealthy elite and defended commoners. Are you a bad person, Darrien? You didn't exploit anyone to try to get your wealth, did you? Maybe you might have been acting like a smug insufferable financebro while using the app, but as long as you didn't hurt anyone, I don't think you crossed a line... You did gamble only your own finances, not a friends or family members, right?

9:37 - "I earned everything I got." You see, when you say it like that, it makes me start to think otherwise. Being this defensive makes me think you did something bad.

10:07 - "Made some quick cash shorting failing startup" I do not understand finances in the slightest, so apologies if my brain actually collapses into a blackhole. But it sounds like you're exploiting small businesses trying to get off the ground. Maybe also manipulating the market and cause those businesses to fail harder? I don't know, I don't know how any of this works! But it sounds. Bad.

10:09 - "then used that to broaden into Crypto" Oh my god, he does crypto. It's so over. It's all just pump-and-dump like scheme stuff, isn't it? Buy something, sell it off when you'll get the most profit and the person your selling it to will be left with diddly squat because the prices dropped catastrophically. I guess Darrien was right that he earned all his money. It just involved scamming. All of the hype and raised hopes turned to nothing but loss and ruin. Desolation. "leveraged some EM ETF" Please say words I understand.

11:22 - "That was when I noticed your new: “Personal Projection Short Selling” feature" Borrow stock in your future. Sell it immediately(?). Wait for stock in your own future to get low. Borrow back stock and earn profit from the difference. Is Darrien going to... risk his own life to "lower" his futures stock for profit? Is that were the self-harm starts?

12:05 - "Just that one slider with the warning: “These settings are experimental and may not function as intended, user discretion is advised.” You really think that is enough after what you’ve done to me?" I mean, you were warned. And unless you started getting compelled (this is gambling-related, so Web-type stuff could happen), you could have quit at any time...

12:25 - "Oli kicked me shoreside in “Le Brusc” the next evening. He wasn’t too impressed with the mess I had made of his guest cabin and let’s be honest, we didn’t really get on anyway. He dumped me at the dock with nowhere to stay and told me he’d send me a bill for the TV." You what. You just... um... gotta gloss over going into a drunken frenzy, messing up your friend's cabin, and destroying his TV? Are we just not going to address that?

12:47 - "Apparently, they always knew I’d “end up back in the gutter eventually.”" Your "friends" are assholes. You're an asshole too, again, broken TV, but these are not the "lads" you want to be around in the first place.

13:22 - "They took everything. The case, my watch, my jacket, even my shoes. But not my phone." That sucks. Again, asshole, but no one deserves to get mugged. That rising noise right before mentioning the phone. Zorrotrade is doing its work. Darrien invested money into his own personal projection, and now something bad happened to him. So is he going to get money back from this?

14:10 - "“Congratulations! In recognition of your change in circumstances, you’re Personal Projection Short Sell has now been paid in full. We hope you invest again soon!”" Sell when its high. Buy back when its low. Make a profit. Yeah Darrien is absolutely going to try to game this by hurting himself, isn't he?

14:33 - "Obviously you hadn’t worked the bugs out of this projection thing yet but that's your problem. Not mine. It’s not like I hacked it or anything." No, you probably just tried to rig the betting. I'm sure casinos would be very happy with you using the same excuse.

15:16 - "And no, it wasn't fraud. I’ve checked and there’s no regulations about it or anything, so like I said: your app, your problem…" "No one explicitly said it was wrong, so it's okay! I love following the letter of the law and not the spirit!"

15:40 - "before renting a car (with insurance) and crashing it into a tree at speed." Is that not literally actual insurance fraud? But damn, he really is just willing to wreck his entire life just for more profit. He's not even exactly using the money for anything specific, there's no ambition, outside of a nebulous lavish lifestyle. This isn't greed, it's gluttony, and he's an addict. He just wants to swallow cash and sit on it and it doesn't matter if he has to break his body to do some.

16:32 Hey, uh. Buddy. Where are you walking to? It better not be a high place. You better not be about to throw yourself off of a height just to put your life at maximum risk in hopes this fucking number goes up.

16:38 - "I’d picked out the spot the day before, a cliff" GOD DAMN IT

17:15 - "On the way I made a few phone calls, first to my parents, telling them I never loved them and hoped they died horribly, next I was on the group chat with the lads telling each of them just how many times I slept with their partners, even when I hadn’t. Then it was on to my socials publicly declaring my affiliation with every messed up ideology and psychopath I could find." Gotta burn every bridge, right? Scorched earth policy. And we know Darrien lives this. But he doesn't get the money. He's turned the fertile earth of his life to ash now and nothing will ever grow on that soil again. I really like this aspect of the Desolation, if you can't tell. The recklessness. The need for constant empty thrills to fill something in yourself. Tossing everything into the fire. Rending everything beyond recovery.

18:27 - "I was alive sure, but more than that I was rich, properly rich, untouchably rich. Everything was going to be okay." That's what everyone thinks before Zorro carves a Z into their chest with a rapier. The Desolation, or at least the Cult of the Lightless Flame who mainly represented the Desolation, never really purposefully built up people's hopes before destroying them in TMA. They burned and hurt, but they never took the time to set up any kindling. The only time they even did invest in hope was ironically with Agnes Montague, their own ritual. A life they invested years into only for it to peter out into a hollow loss. It's nice to see hope being built up here. Hope is a seed for despair.

19:04 - "“Your payment has been suspended due to suspicious account activity including potential insider trading. Official bodies have been notified. Please repay your outstanding balance or prepare for Personal Adjustment.”" Insider trading. Trading of security with use of information not accessible to the public. Yeah, no, uh, you literally did that Darrien. That's exactly what you did. Oopsie. And it's not enough for Zorrotrade to literally leave his life physically and social destroyed, they had to turn all his profit into debt just to rub it in.

19:49 - "Thank you. You are being transferred to our adjustments department." Oh he is so dead.

20:07 Did... did bugs start crawling out of his phone? I'm not sure what the significance of bugs here is...

23:07 A little tension forming between Alice and Sam. Alice wants to maintain her friendship with Sam, but Sam starting to date Celia is making things... awkward. And Sam still wants to think about the incidents, while Alice still wants to shut her eyes, cover her ears, and just focus on the fact she's getting paid for this. Also I'm just going to block "bussin" being said on this podcast out of my memory. That's the episode done! It was great, even though all the investment terms made me dizzy. Still wondering about the bugs though. Why bugs? Nothing about this felt connected to the Corruption. What do the bugs symbolize here? Something hungry, biting at whatever it can maybe, just like Darrien relentlessly pursued money? I don't know.