#hotel talks about tma

[hauntedhotel]

As much as it isn't fun to hear Jon yelling at Martin, the end part of Mag 56 is so hilarious to me.

Listen, there is NO evidence to support Martin's claim about lying on his CV, and frankly it's kind of a weak cover story. You are required to show proof of your qualifications when you get a new job on the strength of them - not to mention ID - and even though on a relisten we know Martin's telling the truth and that Elias has his own reasons for hiring Martin, Jon doesn't know any of that. There's nothing to back up Martin's story and given how paranoid Jon's been since Prentiss, not to mention the fact that his specific concerns about Martin were that he might be hiding his own cunning behind the image of someone bumbling and soft (Jonathan "right for the wrong reasons" Sims strikes again) it is wild to me that he accepts this so quickly.

It's almost as though he's eager for Martin to be innocent, even though everything he's previously said about him would indicate that he'd rather it was Martin than Tim or Sasha, the assistants he respects professionally and likes on a personal level. It's so easy to picture him just blue-screening while poor Martin sits there expecting to be fired/screamed at again.

Martin: Okay, that's the truth, do your worst. Jon? Jon??

Jon, internally: Martin's innocent Martin lied to Elias but not me Martin didn't kill Gertrude Martin's safe Martin's still my friend Martin doesn't want me dead

Martin: Jon?

Jon, internally: MartinMartinMartinMartin

[sort-of-dying]

i feel like tma/tmagp is to other people what hazbin hotel is to me

[annabelle--cane]

I keep forgetting to talk about this week's case because [gestures at episode] but, like a lot of other cases so far, it really feels like it is pulling directly from a few tma statements

mag 150 cul-de-sac: lonely statement about a man who gets divorced and loses all his social connections and eventually gets lost in an endless, monotonous, empty suburbia

mag 187 checking out: spiral statement where a lost woman in a hotel (bit of a liminal space, in a way) who keeps trying to find her son and leave and every time she gets directions from a friendly looking female staff member she just gets more lost

mag 156 reflection: pseudo extinction/flesh statement about a guy who explores an abandoned fairground and accidentally goes through a mirror-portal in a fun house and finds himself in an alternate version of that fairground populated by strange thin starving people who all try to eat him when they notice he's there, and he can only escape by throwing himself bodily through a different fun house mirror, injuring himself badly

[mothofprophecy]

Ok ok time to talk about my tma secret life au (I’ve been working on this with Shrub ( @moonyforests ) so some of the ideas are theirs)

Also tma spoilers (a lil for the start of season 5) ahead so beware

The idea behind this is that the secret life server is a domain in the eyepocalypse (we’re thinking probably a web one because of their tasks but maybe spiral idk)

The secret keeper is watching in place of the giant eye(s) in the sky so the people in the server are less suspicious of what’s going on

The tasks all correspond to an entity (or multiple, or partially one and a lot of another, Robert Smirke was wrong guys the entities overlap so much). For example let’s take Gem’s session one task ‘convince someone to take a leap of faith and make sure they take no damage’. This is so so so Vast I literally cannot iterate enough how Vast this is. We also have BigB’s session one task, ‘Dig a big hole. All the way down. At least 3x3. Make it your base if you want’. Ignoring the weirdness of the phrasing for a second (I’ll return your attention to BigB later in this very long post), this is quite obviously Buried. However some tasks such as Grian’s ‘make 3 bad jokes and get NO laughs’ doesn’t particularly seem to be any of them. We can assign it one at a stretch (perhaps lonely) but it isn’t obvious.

This domain is slightly odd since we have several avatars in it (who the domain doesn’t belong to). We can probably say that the secret keeper is the avatar of this domain, since it’s responsible for the tasks, but who knows?

Let’s talk about BigB. If you’ve seen some of my previous posts you probably know I’m already headcanoning him as the distortion. It just makes so much sense. The gaslighting, the weird corri-door and just everything he’s doing is very very distortion. I see him very much as an equivalent to Michael in this (and Grian as Helen to an extent). I’m putting Grian as the distortion as well because the events are just too perfect.

1. Grian goes into BigB’s underground hotel/corridors/confusing place

2. Grian goes and moves people’s doors under their noses, drawing the line from Lizzie ‘I know this doesn’t make sense to you, but this door was not here a second ago’

3. Grian goes and builds the most Spiral-esque staircase EVER

As I said, the events are just too perfect

But yes these are the ideas I (and Shrub) have so far! Feel free to add anything if you think of stuff (it would be awesome if someone who knows some of the other guys better than me headcanons what they are/do in this au)

I’m currently drawing more art of distortion!BigB and Grian so expect that in a bit!

[psychiclounge]

I don't see a whole lot of fanmission discussion on here, which is a bummer considering they're such a huge part of the classic Thief community and why it's endured so long. With some of the Black Parade hype recently, I think now is the perfect time for this- here's my personal list of TDP/TMA fanmission recs! Not in any particular order (aside from the first 3-5 or so for each game, which are my personal all-time favorites) these are just taken from my highest rated fanmissions in FMSel. Each one links to a Thief Guild page where you can find the mission briefing, screenshots, and downloads.

Thief Gold: Ascend the Dim Valley Endless Rain Rose Garden The Scarlet Cascabel The Black Parade Catacombs of Knoss Alcazar Chalice of Souls Making a Profit The Sound of a Burrick in a Room Whispers Below the Cobblestone Between These Dark Walls Dirty Money Falling, In Love Autumn in Lampfire Hills

Thief 2: Compulsory Egress Into the Odd Bad Debts, and its sequel Disorientation (part of the Talbot series by Melan, along with TG FM Rose Garden) The Violent End of Duncan Malveine Feast of Pilgrims Ominous Bequest, and its sequel Broken Triad Rose Cottage Behind Closed Doors The Turning of the Leaves King Abedzen's Tomb Legacy of Knoss (sequel to TG FM Catacombs of Knoss) The Ties That Bind (the first FM I recall ever playing and, imo, a cute introduction to FMs as a whole) Old Habits and Dead Wives Vanishing Point All For a Night's Sleep The Last Lighthouse Keeper Cracks in the Glass Bloodmist Tower Finals at the Academy Heist at Hilbert's Highrise Hotel The Sun Within and the Sun Without Malazar's Inscrutable Tower Ravensreach Coaxing the Spirit Keyhunt

Here's a TTLG thread on how to set up both games for playing FMs. I personally don't use any fancy loaders, FMSel will be what you get by default, it works perfect and is all you need. TTLG overall is just a great place to be, it's good for FM hints/walkthroughs/recs and general Thief/Looking Glass discussion.

Ideally you have T2Fix already installed, but for setting your game up for FMs, you should do a quick reinstall and make sure that two options are ticked: common script modules, and T2FMDML. T2FMDML is a collection of fixes for Thief 2 FMs that wouldn't otherwise play nice with NewDark, and the scripts as I understand are for FMs that need them but either come packaged with older versions or without the scripts at all- there's a lot of older FMs out there that will be broken for you if you don't have both installed. You can just rerun the T2Fix installer for this, you don't need to reinstall the game or anything.

Thief Guild is where all the links lead, and it's a great site for finding FMs. You can filter by genre (city, thieves' highway, cathedral, etc.) or look through the usermade collections- for a start, I'd recommend looking at the collections specifically to find classic/early FMs, a category that I know I'm not hitting on much in my list here but is definitely worth checking out if you're at all interested.

Bonus Dark Mod rec: The Dark Mod is a fanmade, free, Thief-inspired stealth game. I haven't played nearly as many missions for it as I have for Thief, but it's still absolutely worth checking out to see if it clicks for you. If you only play one TDM mission, though, my personal rec is Iris.

If you have any, add on with your own FM recs also! Feel free to send asks or dms about anything FM-related, as well ^^ I'm always looking for more to check out, and always open to talk about them if anyone wants.

[squeeneypod]

so a rundown of some of the re: dracula casting because they just scooped up some bigger names in british podcasting and i only learned about it because of the spooky archive podcast man

Felix Trench as Renfield, known for his role as Rudyard Funn from Wooden Overcoats. No notes, fucking great, thank you.

Beth Eyre as Lucy, known for many many things but her role as Antigone Funn from Wooden Overcoats is my personal favorite. Also, great vibes for the Bloofer Lady.

Karim Kronfli as Dracula, known for many many roles but for TMA fans that's Simon Fairchild babeyyyyy he's got a great voice, especially for someone who at the start is acting very polite and interested but will also crawl up walls like a lizard

Graham Rowat as someone somewhere in the cast, I mainly know him as The Owner from The Hotel (yeah he's definitely known for other things but yknow. he's really good in the hotel) and im hoping for weird guy who talks to Mina in the cemetery but ill take anything he's really fun

Alasdair Stuart as the captain of the demeter, known by many for both his podcast PseudoPod and of course for TMA fans, Peter Lukas. Just slap a sea captain hat on that guy.

fuckign Jonathan Sims as John Seward. jon seward

Not as familiar with her, BUT:

Isabel Adomakoh Young as Mina, much more into the stage theatre and audiobook zone. Featured in the Heartstopper netflix adaptation, performs as a drag king, lots of credits I am not familiar with but focused strongly on queer performance and activism.

Giancarlo Herrera as Quincey, I know that he's a cowboy in Caravan which I have not listened to. But cowboy.

[morning-softness]

20 questions for fic writers

Thanks to @crit20lesbian for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

Eighteen

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

166,316 words

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The Magnus Archives

4. What are your top five fics by kudos

Netflix and Chill- (TMA, JonTim, 3k, Precanon) Tim and Jon watch Netflix and chill. They do not have sex.

Love, Or Whatever You Call It - (TMA, JonMartin, 20.5k, No Age of the Beholding AU) After Jonah's ritual fails, severing Jon's connection to the Beholding, Jon and Martin try to put the pieces of their lives back together. Adjusting to normal life again after everything is hard, and exploring their new relationship is even harder, especially as Martin realizes he might be aro-spec.

Archive Shenanigans - (TMA, Gen fic, 1k, Season 1) All the assistants are the hot assistant, or Tim says Hot Martin Rights and Hot Sasha Rights and even Hot Jon Rights.

Are You Calling Me ‘Darling’? - (TMA, JonMartin, 2.5k, No Age of the Beholding AU) Jon likes it when people call Martin his boyfriend. Martin…doesn’t.

Here Might You Bless Me - (TMA, JonMartin, 4k, Safehouse Era fic) Martin’s changed after Jon pulls him out of The Lonely, and he’s sure that Jon won’t want to stick around once he figures that out. After all, it turns out Jon has a lot of love to give, and who would want to waste their love on someone who can’t return it? Jon convinces him he’s not going anywhere.

Note: Most of these fics are in my top 6 for hits as well as kudos, but I was really surprised to see Archive Shenanigans make the list. It was the first TMA fic I published, 1k of pure unpolished fluff and comedy, but for whatever reason it has a much higher kudos to hits ratio compared to my more-read fic.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do my best to respond to them, because I want people to know that I read and treasure all of their comments. Sometimes it takes a while though, because I want to give a thoughtful response.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Can’t Have You, Even As An Enemy. It’s a fic where Jon and Tim share a hotel room on the eve of the Unknowing, and talk about (or mostly talk around) their issues. The angst is that it’s written with the intention of being canon compliant, which means that Tim will still die in the explosion, and the best that can be hoped for is that this conversation will give Jon a bit more closure.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I write mainly hurt/comfort, so most of my fic has a happy—or at least hopeful—ending. The happiest might be Can’t We Just Wait Together? (Or Five Times Jon and Tim Didn’t Have a First Date, and One Time They Did), since it’s a 5+1 fic where the final chapter is entirely fluff of Jon and Tim going on a date together.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No. I have comment moderation on just in case, though.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No. Not yet, anyway. Funnily enough, my fic with the highest number of kudos is about Jon and Tim not having sex.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No. The closest might be Listen to the Voice that Told Me where I borrowed the obedience curse mechanics from the book Ella Enchanted, but it’s not really a crossover of the world or characters.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. I do have a few that were podficced, though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. I tried, but we only got one chapter in before life got in the way. Maybe someday…

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Jon and Martin, followed by Jon and Tim.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have a Melanie-pov AU where she joins the Archives in Season 2 after she realizes something is wrong with Sasha. I wanted to write it as a choose-your-path style story, because I think it’s easy in hindsight to say decisions characters made were wrong, but a lot harder to decide what the right decision would have been, so I wanted to explore a lot of different ways the characters could have messed up with Melanie added to the mix (and maybe a few ways things could have worked out better). I don’t want to say it will never happen, but it’s a big and complicated project so it definitely won’t happen anytime soon.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I’ve had several comments from readers attesting that I’m good at conveying emotion—particularly negative emotions—in a way that feels real and relatable. I’ve also been told that I do a good job portraying character dynamics.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

My biggest problem is that since my writing is really emotions-based, once I’ve hit the emotional high points, it’s no longer interesting to me. Which means with longer fic it’s a struggle for me to actually continue through the falling action to the denouement instead of just stopping right after the climax. (I’ve had two getting-together fics now where I initially wanted to end right after the love-confession scene and had to be convinced by my Beta reader that readers would probably want to see at least a scene or two of the characters actually being together now.)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I usually don’t. I definitely think it can add another layer to characterization, so I’d like to where it makes sense for the characters, but I think it needs to be done carefully so that 1. The dialogue sounds natural for native speakers of the language and 2. People who don’t speak the language can grasp the overall meaning of the exchange through context.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The Magnus Archives

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Since I’d like to think my writing skill is consistently improving, my favorite fic is always whichever I’ve most recently completed. That said, I have a soft spot for Here Might You Bless Me, which made the Top 5 Kudos list above. It’s a JonMartin safehouse fic I wrote back in December 2020, where Jon reassures Martin that he is loved even if he can’t return the feeling in the same way. (And Jon uses one of my favorite Edna St. Vincent Millay poems to do so, because I wrote this before I got to Episode 165 and found out that Jon apparently disliked poetry in general, and not just Keats.)

Tagging @three-magpies-in-a-trenchcoat, @rookfeatherrambles, @chrisis-averted, @wordsintimeandspace, @suttttton, if you’d like!

[m0ther-of-p3arl]

HEYO sorry if this is weird but i wanted to do this!!!!

Ummm I believe you were one of my first mutuals after I made an account, and i'm not gonna lie I FREAKED OUT when you followed me back. I absolutely fell in love with the rob aeor au- like I read it and was like "holy shit this SLAPS" and it was rotating in my brain for AWHILE. I thought you were such a cool writer and such a cool person and could absolutely not fathom why you followed me!

Honestly still can't- I love your writing and I love seeing your little icon and url on my dash.

I don't know much about the Magnus Archives or Hazbin Hotel, but it's fun to see how much you love those them!!

you're one of my favorite mutuals because I think you're cool and fun and I love your writing and it's a lot of fun talking thru asks or tags kjhugytfrdcfvgbh

BUUUHAHKLSDFJEISPD........ AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUHTHHGGGGGGHHH

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HTANK YOUUUUUUUU!!!!!! mate!! that's so crazy that you were so freaked out by me following u back cos at that time i had like. 50 followers *tops*, i was not a big blog AT ALL ;; still aren't really lol- but i did it bc you were rebloggingg all my writing and saying nice things and leavinfg that ao3 comment that said "i really enjoyed this story over on tumblr so im glad you're uploading over hear" and fuck it you seemed cool when i went thru ur blog!!!!!! so i followed >:D

tma and hazbin are- (breathes in deeply) OKAY i am so hyperfixated on hazbin i've watched the show three and a half times now you have No Clue bro i love it so much......... sdkkfhhh.....

YOU ARE ALSO ONE OF MY FAVE MUTUALS :D seeing u in my notifs always makes me go "YIPPEE SHRIMPLYYY"!!! its great :D

[styxwings]

Masterpost :D

HI PEOPLE! I'm styxwings, or Styx for short. I go by any pronouns, but tend to use they/them and occasionally he/him when talking about myself.

I'm an artist and sometimes I animate stuff, whenever I get enough motivation to do so.

Furry and therian, though I probably won't be saying much on my therianthropy, as I find that too personal for me to just talk about on the internet. (Please respect this)

Current Fandom brainrot:

Malevolent, tma/tmagp, hazbin hotel, helluva boss, hello from the hallowoods(don't spoil me) and wtnv(also no spoilers)

Other fandoms, won't be posting much on these prob:

Good omens, wof

I might draw stuff for these fandoms or just talk about it

I take asks and requests, if anyone wants me to draw something for one of those (please I need ideas) I will draw most requests if I have time, think they're cool, or just look at it and go "heh this will be interesting." No NSFW requests will be drawn.

My pfp is my fursona, mauve, they are a moth demon with a skulldog head.

Thank you for letting me ramble about myself! :)

[dihopeinc]

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I use Hope or Dihope Online!

My pronouns are he/they plus some Neopronouns like it/it's but adding that to my bio seemed... weird? Also feel free to ask me if a certain Neopronoun would work with me, I find it really nice when people ask. Or just send me an ask idm rambling about a blorbo.

I'm a Nonbinary AroAce spec person who is sex neutral and romance repulsed!

If I EVER end up writing something here's my AO3!

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[hauntedhotel]

One of my favourite things about jonmartin is that their entire relationship is based on them having made a pretty bad first impression on each other and then realising that they were wrong and learning to love the real person behind that initial impression, but it goes in like, the opposite direction for each of them?

So for Jon it's a fairly standard case of "I underestimated Martin but got to know him better and found out he's actually much smarter/braver/kinder/more interesting and complex than I originally thought and now I will adore him forever".

But with Martin it's completely the other way around! He met his kind of intimidating new boss and thought he was so smart and adult and put-together and a little bit posh but then later it's more like "actually he asked me to my face if I was a ghost and he talks to cats as if they're people and I've caught him dunking his Jammie Dodgers in his tea and sometimes it's the only thing he eats that day, turns out he's an idiot and a disaster and I will adore him forever".

[babey-dragon]

Intro post

...hi. i'm BP, and I am so scared right now.

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-He/They/It pronouns

-I don't know how little I get, but if I had to guess, I'd say about two.

-Please do not follow/interact if you are a kink/nsfw/not safe for littles blog. Regardless of what account I am on, big or small, I will block you. I am also a minor so just don't please? I'd also prefer if TERFs, MAPs, and proshippers kept their distance.

-While this doesn't count as a DNI there are some medias I do not like and don't want to be asked about. Please do not bring up: Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, TADC, DSMP(or any MCYT for that matter), SAMS, and while I don't personally dislike Homestuck, I don't know anything about it, and I'd rather not deal with the consequences of THAT.

-Body horror mention is okay because I can handle a massive terrifying flesh beast when I'm little, but not swear words, for some reason.

-I might make a cg application form soon because hoo boy do I want to be held.

-I might post art, if I get less scared of the possibility of the big side of these communities attacking me for doing so.

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My fav medias are:

-TMA

-TSP

-HLVRAI

-Pizza Tower

-ULTRAKILL

-Half Life

-Kirby

-Regretevator

-Can't think of anything else, will update with time.

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Tags(Eventually):

#baby bp speaks - Posts when I am regressed.

#big bp speaks - Self explanatory.

#bp vents - Also self explanatory. Can range from complaining to crisis. Will tag accordingly.

#bp draws - Any small doodles/big art pieces I make surrounding regression. Other art will be posted on my main tagged in my bio. (Is that what they call it? I'm new sorry)

#bp habpi momence - Any general life updates that aren't drastic. Like eating pancakes or playing with my plushies.

#cereal talk - Any serious updates/announcements.

I'll make more as I actually post on this blog. I'm very scared of sharing my regression, so I'm hoping this will help me open up more.

I encourage asking me about my headcanons for various characters, infodumping is one of my favorite things. Though I won't be tagging any main tags since I doubt other fans want me clogging up the tags.

That's all, I think.

ASKBOX: Open!

Askbox rules: No nsfw, no incredibly personal questions, no (sfw)RP is preferred but I might make exceptions, and for the love of all that exists please do NOT get weird about my coping mechanism. If you're genuinely curious and don't understand, go ahead and ask! If you're just going to be ignorant, scroll on past.

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[icharchivist]

"Cecil isn't a tumblr sexyman" whom the fuck is Cecil? An herb??

ANON.

ANON??????????????

IS THAT A JOKE 😭😭😭

I guess only the 2013 tumblrinas (gn) know properly who Cecil is.

Cecil is the protagonist and narrator of Welcome To Night Vale, a surreal horror podcast (perhaps THE surreal horror podcast that kickstarted the trend you see those days like tma and stuff). (go listen to the Pilot, though huge warning for unreality stuff if that's a problem with you)

The show is set up to be a radio show set in Night Vale, a city where weird things happen all the time except that for the narrator, all of this is normal. Yeah of course a 5 headed dragon is running for mayor against the faceless woman who secretly lives in your house. Of course no one is supposed to go to the Dog Park. Of course everyone must give their offering to the Mighty Glow Cloud. Of course there's a ghost cat in the bathroom floating and having kittens, isn't she adorable.

One of the extremely refreshing thing about this podcast, especially in 2013, where tumblr was mostly obsessed with queerbaiting shows, is the fact that in the very first episode, Cecil meets Carlos the scientist, and immediately falls in love with him. Meaning there's a lot of episodes going "the eldritch monster camping on the highway once again committed some new incidents and people died. but that's not important. DID YOU SEE CARLOS'S HAIR? ISNT HE DREAMY?" (and they went on dates and eventually got married).

And the thing with Cecil, outside from his dreamy voice, his gay crush, and the beautiful existential sentences he could spur sometimes (“The past is gone, and cannot harm you anymore. And while the future is fast coming for you, it always flinches first and settles in as the gentle present” is one of my fav quotes), is that he was just a voice. There never was a single canon design about him.

So everyone could make their own Cecil. Everyone had their own version of him in mind, though we all somehow agreed on him wearing Night Vale's purple, and you would often see tattoos of eyes and tentacles on him (or that pushed with literally showing them off outside of his skin).

in the early 2010s on this website you couldn't go ANYWHERE without knowing about Cecil. Everyone was talking about him. Anyone who has been on this website for about ten years would talk to you fondly about their friend Cecil Palmer from the radio show.

We're discussing Tumblr sexymen. if you think tumblr sexymen just means a man tumblr finds sexy (even though it's weird), you're dead wrong. And Cecil had earned his place because HE was THE Blorbo.

On another note for you to understand exactly what it means on tumblr, you heard of Dashcon? Everyone's heard of Dashcon. Many people weren't here when Dashcon happened. I was here. One of the scam the people of Dashcon ran in order to get people from tumblr to come was to invite the wtnv's cast. However, last minute, they didn't pay them, and the condition of hosting were deplorable (the nearby hotel was stacked, and the organizator of the con didn't even pay the con's site at all, which means they locked all the teenagers who had came into the lobby to ask them to pay for the fees of the con's rent. Do you even realize how insane that is). So the wtnv crew didn't come.

But it was literally THE thing that represented tumblr enough that it ended up wrapped in this horrible scam. It was the moment. The thing that truly defined the early 10s on this website.

Of course you might think he's not a proper sexyman for tumblr (tbh i think Sans and the Once-ler are the real sexymen of this website) but Cecil has been the embodiment of the early 10s culture of this website. (and personally i think it'd be somewhat very vindicative of the website to have him become the sexyman this time).

Somehow... the way history gets lost in here i swear.

[plutomarigold]

Guess what time it is! THAT'S RIGHT! It's LSsmp×TMA AU bullshit time

(Zam edition)

He needed a job asap after he "impulsively dropped out" of college (he got kicked out but he won't admit that) so when he sees an ad for an archive assistant post at the Leviathan Institute he's like "COUNT ME IN!"

He works in the archive for a bit but never actually /meets/ the archivist. He always thought the archivist was some recluse creepy guy but he didn't do anything to actually get answers.

It takes him exactly 2 months to accidentally walk in on Mapicc and Ro taking about some part of their plan and he is 5 seconds away from getting burned alive when Ro just tells him to go home. He goes home and,,, finds out some stuff,,,

*spongebob narrator voices* 5 MONTHS LATER

He discovers the Leviathan's actual motives and, after going to Ro's office and demanding that he wants out, he doesn't want to be part of this anymore and he doesn't want to help them in any way shape or form, Ro tells him that he is bound to the institute and if he tries to leave they WILL find him.

Zam's stubborn ok so he /researches/. He reads every document from the archive he can get his hands on, he look into deaths associated with the institute, and most importantly, he talks to Spoke (Spoke is Parrot's blind spot, they have an /old/ arrangement, but that's for another time). Spoke tells him he has an "acquaintance" that can help him. And that's how Zam meets Ash.

Their first meeting is,,, interesting (i might elaborate on it later), but Zam gets his answers and that's all that matters.

**** blood and some uncomfortable shit for the next part

Zam runs home as fast as possible and gets a screwdriver that one of his neighbours landed to him and he shoves it in his right eye. He screams and cries but keeps going. He takes to out of his eye and is barely able to do the same with his left eye. It was dumb, and impulsive, he could've though about it more beforehand, but what was done was done, and now he was free.

**** gross part over

He panics instantly. He considers going to Pangi, his best friend and roommate from college, but he doesn't want to put him in danger so in his panic he runs.

He ends up in a forest all beaten and bruised, but he keeps running. It feels like he's beeing pulled to something so he keeps going. Because he's blind now he has no idea where he is, he just knows that he hears leaves and twigs snapping under his feet so when his foot suddenly hits something that's oddly shaped like a stait he thinks he found a place to stay for a bit. As he climbs what he assumes are stairs his body start moveing on it's own until, as he passes the door frame his body moves completely on it's own.

He doesn't know how long he wanders the halls of the hotel for, he doesn't understand how he's still alive. Surely he would've died from blood loss a long time ago, dehydration or exhaustion even. But here he is. After what feels like centuries of wondering the almost endless halls he finally realise what's happening and he feels fucking STUPID.

How hasn't he realised this earlier? He spent so much fucking time in that goddamn institute learning, researching juts to not recognise one of Them? He feels so fucking dumb.

He welcomes It after he realise his mistake and It takes him as soon as he lets It. He has one job now, tahe the new guest to they rooms, him personally condemning the to their eternity.

He keeps doing this until one day he hears voices in the distance. Strange. People usually come here Alone. Well. More fun for him.

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An entirely indulgent statement I wrote for fun. Me and my friend have a little self insert into the tma world that takes place at the Usher Foundation, and is therefore technically canon compliant. This is one of the statements I wrote for it. It’s below the cut if you want to read it.

TRIGGER WARNING// Insanity, character death, suicide, mental illness, I guess you could call a bit of it gaslighting???

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CHARLIE (ARCHIVAL ASSISTANT)

Statement #0190411, given by one Zoë McKendrick, concerning a trip to the museum with her cousin. Recorded by Charlotte Renhan, archival assistant to Daniel Rodrey, the head archivist. Originally given at the Magnus Institute, London, and currently on loan by its sister organization, the Usher Foundation. Statement begins.

{Statement}

Alright, first of all, I swear to God this isn’t a hazing. I know, I know how it looks. A teenager dressed in scene walks into a well established academic place that takes the statement of any random person off the street. It’s obviously a prank. Except that’s not what’s happening. I promise. I need you guys to believe me. God, I just need someone to believe me, anyone! I’m not crazy. I know I’m not. No matter what people say, no matter what those damned tapes show, I am not a liar, I am not just a kid with a hyperactive imagination, and I am not insane. I refuse to believe I am. That’s how it gets you. That’s how it got Amanda. And I refuse to be next. I won’t be next, do you hear me? I am not just a thing for them to take.

God, I’m rambling. I’m sorry, I’m not in the best state of mind right now. Even though a couple weeks have passed, this feeling still won’t go away. I can’t stop seeing the colors- they fill the space behind my eyes whenever I close them, and if I go too long without blinking to avoid it, they bleed into my vision like ink stains on a carpet. I wasn’t built to see those colors. No one was. But I saw them, and now they won’t leave me alone, and they make me feel like I’m going in-

No. I can’t say that. I won’t. 

[sighs]

This is probably making zero sense to you. I need to back up. I live in Bournemouth. It’s mostly a resort and vacation town, but there are a couple of normal neighborhoods if you squint really hard and ignore all of the rich tourists. I live in Springbourne. A lot of families live there, because there are a lot of schools nearby. 

The schools are all fine, I guess, but they’re a bit lacking in the field trip department. All of the interesting places in the area are either casinos, resorts, or ridiculously overcharged shops because of all of the senators vacationing there. There’s one exception, though. In the middle of all of those fancy hotels is an old Victorian mansion that somebody turned into a museum. It’s pretty much the only educational location within a two hour radius. 

Because of this, pretty much every field trip from year 1 to year 13 goes to that weird mansion. It’s called the Russell Cotes Art Gallery and Museum, and it was interesting enough the first two or three visits, but it got old fast. It mostly houses old portraits and statues with muted hues and sensible poses. It never gets new art, and it never renovates. I have seen every exhibit what feels like hundreds of times, and I know that place like the back of my hand.

This summer, my cousin Amanda was coming to stay with us. She’s from the States, so she has the summer off, and my parents said it was okay if she lived with us for a couple weeks even though I still had school. She’s about my age, maybe a year or two older, so my mum and dad assumed we’d instantly bond and start painting each other’s nails or braiding each other’s hair or something. I think my parents might’ve hoped she’d be a good influence on me, maybe get me to wear a little less black. And it’s not like we hated each other or anything, we just …didn’t really talk. We’d never been close, and neither of us particularly felt like building that relationship now. 

My mum blamed it on me. Said I was being antisocial or something. She suggested that I show Amanda around Bournemouth, as some sort of bonding activity. I figured I might as well show her the old museum. There was nothing much else to show, not anything that I could afford.  My dad agreed to take us, and we were awkwardly silent most of the way there. Amanda had her headphones in, and I decided I didn’t have the energy to try and pretend we were friends, so I took out my phone and scrolled on my Tumblr feed.

When we arrived, something felt…different. There was something off about the place that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. If anyone who hadn’t been raised on this museum had seen it, they would have had no idea what I was talking about. But I had seen this place a thousand times, and there was something about it that just felt wrong. Like the saturation had been turned up zero point four notches, and all the angles had been made one degree sharper. It was unsettling- I could’ve sworn it wasn’t like this last time I was here. But a little voice was whispering in the back of my head that I was remembering it wrong, it had always been like this, and why would I even think it had changed?

I shook off my unease and figured I must have misremembered. When we went into the museum, the place was almost deserted. There was barely anyone there outside of the security guards. That wasn’t wholly unusual, though. Most people who came to Bournemouth didn’t come for the museums. I let Amanda take the lead. She seemed to enjoy wandering around, and I had seen everything this place had to offer.

Almost everything that this place had to offer. But as we went down a familiar hallway, it branched suddenly to the left where it should have opened into the Greco-Roman exhibit. I felt the knowledge that that turn should not have been there like a stone in the pit of my stomach- it was impossible. It didn’t make sense. The blank wall in front of me seemed to mock me for my denial. I couldn’t help but think that if that wall had a mouth, it would be laughing at me for trying to deny the existence of what was so clearly in front of my face. 

I guess I might be wrong. I might be filling spaces of memory with what I know now, coloring it in with my current dread. But no, I don’t think that’s it. I saw Amanda hesitate uneasily before she continued on, and I saw undiguised fear in her eyes as she decided to walk forward. That’s how wrong that wall was- Amanda had never been here before, and yet she could still tell- this wasn’t supposed to be here. But she walked onward anyways, and I wasn’t about to tell her that I was scared of a turn in a hallway, so I followed nervously behind. 

At the end of this new hallway was a room. It was small and dimly lit, and there weren’t any windows. If this building used to be a mansion, then this had definitely been a closet. On the wall opposite us was a sketch on a canvas. The lines were so sharp that I marveled that the canvas wasn’t cut by them. I tried to figure out what it was a sketch of. It seemed like I was missing something obvious- like it was a word on the tip of my tongue, like I almost had it. I stared at the framed drawing, trying to see what it was depicting- all the lines twisted and bent and seemed to make a picture, but every time I thought I made out what it was a drawing of, I realized that the lines kept going on ever so slightly past where I thought they had ended. It was hypnotic- I couldn’t tear my eyes away, couldn’t stop trying to see what the art was showing, even though it made my eyes ring and my ears hear stars. In retrospect, I think those lines went on forever. I think I could have stared and stared and stared, and I never would have figured out what it meant. It didn’t have a meaning- but it beckoned people to try and spend their life finding it anyway.

I don’t know how long I stared at it- it felt like decades, a lifetime, trying to interpret something that didn’t make sense- that couldn’t make sense. But I know my reverie was broken when Amanda began to walk towards the canvas. She had seen something I had been too absorbed in the colors and lines to notice- the painting was hung up wrong. The whole thing was tilted 45 degrees to the left. Amanda lifted her arms up slowly and shakily, and gently placed them on the edges of the frame. For a moment, time was frozen, Amanda’s hands trembling on the edges of the painting while I stared. 

In one swift and steady motion, Amanda righted the sketch.

Immediately I was released from the spell. I turned to run out the door- but it was gone. There was simply another wall there taunting me where the exit used to be. 

Wait, what do I mean, used to be? No, there was never an exit there. It had always been a wall. I turned back to Amanda and the painting. The lines of graphite had finally cut clean through the canvas, shredding it. Nothing changed about the sketch. No colors appeared, strange and acidic and not meant for human eyes. I didn’t scream as my eyes began to bleed at the sight of the hues that weren’t there and never had been. Nothing was anything here. Not anymore. Had anything ever been? I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t remember. My brain was throbbing and aching. I couldn’t think. I could barely see with the blood sliding down my cheeks like tears. I tried desperately to understand what was happening, but trying to comprehend it only made it hurt worse.

Amanda stood by the sketch, frozen. The colors that weren’t spilled out of the ravaged canvas like blood out of a wound and did not begin to pool and spread on the floor. I knew, I knew, that no matter what happened, we shouldn’t touch the growing pool that wasn’t. I seized Amanda’s arm and yanked her away as hard as I could. She went stumbling backwards and fell onto the concrete floor. Hadn’t it used to be wooden? No, I was remembering wrong, it had always been concrete. It must have been. 

I backed against the wall opposite the bleeding canvas, and Amanda stumbled to her feet beside me. Her shoe had fallen off when she fell over. The pool of colors didn’t reach the shoe and lap at its edges hungrily. The shoe didn’t begin to warp and twist and invert until it was something that was barely recognizable. It didn’t begin screaming with an impossible mouth that wasn’t there, and the sound didn’t give me a headache that still hasn’t completely left. The shoe wasn’t. And it looked painful.

I started banging at the wall, screaming and crying for help. I don’t know what I hoped to achieve. Even if someone had heard me, they couldn’t very well have broken through solid concrete- wait, plaster now- and I doubt anyone could hear me. I hit the wall and no sound was made. My screams turned to bubbles the moment they left my mouth, and floated away until they landed on those nonexistent colors and burst with horrendous chromatic vibrancy. 

Even though I hadn’t touched it yet, I could feel everything that wasn’t there seeping into the room and saturating it, like a tea bag steeping. The dim light, the air, Amanda, me- everything was being instilled with a horrible, inescapable wrongness. I choked down a sob as I thought about it: I would be locked in this room forever, slowly becoming warped and twisted until I was nothing I ever was or should have been able to be. I felt like I was going crazy- nothing here was possible. Nothing here was anything. All of my senses must have been lying to me- malfunctioning, showing me things that weren’t there. Everything here was soaked in that vague, hazy wrongness, like a dream gone wrong, except my brain would never have been able to create anything like this on its own.

Amanda seemed to think that too.

“It’s…it’s like a dream. It’s all like a dream.” Her voice was gleaming and dewy. When she looked at me, something in her eyes scared me almost more than that impossible room. Something black and tenuous, like thin ice, already starting to crack. “Maybe…maybe if we apply dream logic, we can escape?” She seemed as though she was talking more to herself than to me. I didn’t think that was a good idea. This place seemed to me the antithesis of all logic or pattern. Trying to make sense of it in any way would only make things much, much worse. I told her so. 

Sometimes I wonder if I should have done that. I’m now certain that her dream logic solution wouldn’t have worked, but my words seemed to be the last straw. The thin, fragile thing in her eyes seemed to break, and a nervous, unhinged chuckle left her lips. It echoed and danced unnaturally around us, like the room was gloating over a victory.

 “So that’s it, then?” She asked me, her voice dangerous and hazy in the dark light. “I’m just crazy?” 

I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing. What was I supposed to have done? Told her everything was going to be okay? Told her that no, she wasn’t crazy, there was a logical explanation to this obvious impossibility? I think a lot about what I could’ve said. I don’t think there was anything that could’ve saved her. It was too late for that.

At my silence, Amanda started laughing again, a horrid thing that morphed into a sob, then a scream, then back again. I just stood there, frozen. Amanda finally calmed herself down, but what she did next scared me more than screaming. She smiled pleasantly at me, like there was nothing at all wrong in the world. She briskly brushed off her clothes, which had been made messy by the dirt wall we had been fruitlessly pounding on.

Finally, she sighed contentedly, then looked at me and said, “Well, there’s no use delaying it, then.” Amanda turned on her heel and walked directly into the pool of not-colors. She dissolved into-

CHARLIE {Pauses the statement}

I, uh- I can’t read this. It…looks like words? Maybe? But…uh…this handwriting isn’t readable. Not like it’s sorta messy, it’s…wow. I can’t even tell if this is the English lettering system. 

[Avery pauses] Actually, I think it isn’t. And did she bring colored pens in? This ink definitely isn’t black.

…wait, is it?

[Avery pauses again to examine] …I think it is. It looks colorful but it isn’t. I can tell it’s written in black ink. That’s…huh. I’ll take it up with Daniel later. Maybe he’ll be able to read it. It resumes two pages later.

CHARLIE {continues statement}

After that, the room was gone. No, that’s not right, it couldn’t have been gone. In order for something to be gone, it has to have been there in the first place. I was standing in the Greco-Roman exhibit, the place that hallway should’ve led me to. The place I must have been the entire time. Without hesitation, I turned and left.

Mom says there’s never been an Allison in our family. She says her sister never had kids, that I don’t have any cousins, especially not in America. When I mention her, my mom and dad exchange these worried glances. They’re scared, I can see it. At first, when I got home and started yelling about a nonexistent cousin, they thought I was messing with them. When I started hyperventilating, though, they began to see it was something more. They took me back to the museum, asked me to show them which hallway it was. When I saw it, I started shaking. I don’t remember much after that, but apparently I had a breakdown in the middle of the museum and started screaming about the colors. They sent me to a shrink after that. I don’t tell her the truth. I can hear what my parents say when they think I’m not paying attention, but they’re wrong. I’m not schizophrenic. I’m not crazy. But I take it that telling her about colors that aren’t there and Amanda’s voice in my ear whenever I’m alone, telling me that she made the right decision, isn’t going to help my case. 

I still see them, you know. More and more often, they seep into my vision and the cracks of my mind and refuse to leave. Even now, I can see them. Can’t you? A blotch of them hovers over the paper, angrily lapping at the ink. It’s difficult to see what I’m writing when they cover everything. It’s difficult to think, too. Amanda tells me that I should’ve listened to her. She says the only thing better than seeing the colors is being them. 

She’s wrong. She whispers to me that I can’t really know unless I join her. I don’t know how I would even go about doing that, but I have no intention of doing so. I’m not like her, I am perfectly sane. My parents and the shrink can go screw themselves, because however much doubt they put in my mind, I still know. I-I’m sane. I’m not crazy. I have to be, right?

AVERY

Statement ends.

Follow up on this one is difficult, because it would appear that, no matter what our young statement giver claimed, this was, indeed, a prank. According to our records, and the records of everyone I have checked with, there has never been a Zoë McKendrick. While there is a couple in the area Zoë mentioned with the same last name who happen to have family in America, they do not, nor have ever had, a daughter.

Zoë mentioned at the beginning of her statement that the museum she visited has video tapes that went against her claim. Merideth went to that check out and found that she was correct, and there was no evidence corroborating a left turn in any hallway where there should not have been. 

She did find, though, that a few weeks before this statement was given, there were tapes of two unidentified teenage girls entering the museum. After a few minutes of looking around, they went down a hallway, and entered the Greco-Roman exhibit. They stood there motionless, and for around two hours, the tapes continued on with no visible change. For one moment, though, the tapes broadcasted an unfamiliar room with a single work of art hung on the wall. Then the feed cut back to what was broadcasted before, except only one girl remained. She turned and left, and didn’t return until a few hours later, when she brought in two adults and visibly had a breakdown before leaving again. That is all the evidence supporting this statement. 

When confronted with this, the McKendricks firmly stated that they had no memory of either person, or the visit to the museum.

To be honest, this statement can be one of two things. A teenager may have seen a malfunction in the tapes, and thought it would be funny to tell this to the Magnus Institute as a prank. That is the more likely scenario. 

On the other hand…perhaps, Zoë was unable to believe in her sanity as firmly as she needed to.

End recording.

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This blog is a group blog for all of the possessed Hunter fictives in our system. We’re all in the @interstellarsystem which is a quoigenic DID system of 300+ members. We support systems of all origins here.

We’re bodily an adult and collectively use they/them pronouns, though we have individual pronouns listed below.

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