#inspired by TMA

[found-in-therubble]

Entry One

Sebastian Hulls’ interview with The Eyewitness Report about his recent hires, published June 28th XXXX

Also mentioned: Jonathan Clarke

Demystifying Shaniko’s Most Reclusive Resident

Q&A With Sebastian Hulls

By Avery Perez

Sebastian Hulls, 62, is locally known as a man of mystery. After moving to Shaniko three years ago he’s been extending a lifeline to those less fortunate in the community. For a man so dedicated to helping the community you’d think he volunteers or donates to shelters, but that isn’t the case. Hulls will only hire those in desperate need of assistance to be his own assistants. Mr Hulls has a habit of always needing more staff to keep his isolated mansion up and running; for three years advertisements to be a part of his staff have overrun nearly every paper in town! The ads themselves add a whole new layer of intrigue, as no qualifications are ever stated; just that Sebastian Hulls of 13 Lookout Lane is looking to hire. Finally, after many inquiries, The Eyewitness Report was able to get the man of mystery himself on a phone call to ask him some questions. Even better, Sebastian Hulls offered to give us a tour of his impressive -and remote- manor, so be sure to pick up our next publication to see this story develop.

Mr Hulls, let’s start easy: what brought you to live in Shaniko? It’s such a quaint little town, how could I resist? I know my manor can be quite grandiose compared to the neighborhood houses but I’ve always enjoyed small communities. Everyone knows everyone, that sort of thing. It feels more connected, and it’s easier to navigate than a big city. 

More connected… I don’t mean to be rude, sir, but for someone who values connectivity you’re quite reclusive aren’t you? Ah, I’ve been caught red handed, I see. I admit I’m much more comfortable inside my home than in town, but I hardly think that’s a crime. Besides, it’s not as though I’m a hermit. I regularly explore town. That’s one of the ways I’ve found employees.

Oh? I know our paper, The Eyewitness Report, has run advertisements for you. Do you also scout potential employees in town? I wouldn’t call it “scouting” per se.. But I do admit that I’ve come across a few people on the street that are now a part of my staff. 

Would you be able to share a story about who you’ve hired after seeing them in town? Recently, the Shaniko Public Library was closed down. I’m not sure if there was a lack of public interest or simply a lack of funding, but it’s quite a tragedy. It must’ve been after midnight, but I was on a walk and passed it. I saw a man sitting on a bench hunched over in front of the building. And while I’m no expert in human emotion, I can tell when someone is sad. He seemed extremely sad, so I went to talk to him. He told me he used to work at the library before it closed down, and now he’s out of a job. Well as it happens, I have a very large collection of books; nearly enough to fill an entire library of my own. I extended a job offer to him there on the spot, I asked him to make sure none of my precious collection gathers dust. I even let him live on site, I have more than enough rooms for him to move in.

Oh. You have a personal library, sir? I do, quite a large one. Family and friends tend to give me books as gifts, I haven’t the heart to throw them away. Over time… I suppose the collection has grown larger than I anticipated.

I see. If I may, where is the library? The third floor, of course. The ceiling is made partially of glass. It's quite spectacular to relax inside during a rainstorm. Why do you ask?

It’s just that, during our research, we called the construction company that built your house. The forest around it has gotten much too thick to get aerial shots of it these days. They gave us some old photographs to print alongside this interview. Has another company been hired to do construction past the initial building in the past three years? Speak plainly. What are you asking, Ms Perez?

Sir, the photos only showed two floors, and no other construction company would be willing to make the commute to your home. I’m confident you haven’t had construction done in the past three years. Where did this extra floor come from? I see you’ve certainly done your homework. I’m not sure exactly what you want me to say, as my manor certainly does have three floors. It always has. Perhaps the blueprints you found were outdated. I’ll be more than happy to show you when you come to visit. 

[the-magnus-protocol]

Tma + tmagp art masterpost

[starrodent]

some guy

[paintedcrows]

Some Fords! (and Martin K Blackwood is also there)

[martins-canned-peaches]

Elias was so evil for this smh. Leave his ass (or lack thereof) alone

[rauchendesgnu]

it's finally done!! this comic took me about 26h 20min (and an overall time of over 2 months) and is based on the fic with the same name, written by @advena-perditus (you can find it here. check it out, it's very good)

a note: I'm still working on improving the designs of Tim and Sasha (I accidentally made Not!Sasha more similar to how I imagine Sasha, so I'll have to work on that, but I wasn't going to change the entire drawing for it), but I'm overall quite happy with how it turned out :)

[ishipgenfics]

Outsider POV on Somewhere Else Jonathan Sims must be just. so much.

Like imagine. You're part of a support group, and a new guy decides to join. You ask him his name and he says, "Jonathan," and then after a long pause, "Blackwood. Jonathan Blackwood. But call me Jon."

He doesn't like tape recorders. You only know this because the person who hosts the support group is into retro things, and tries to keep a couple around. She turned one on once when someone asked about it, and you noticed Jon clutching his nails into his hands so tight he's nearly breaking the skin. You lean over and whisper, "Do you want me to ask her to stop?" He says, "It's fine," and you nod, but you still try and change the subject whenever people bring up tape recorders from that point on.

He full-body flinches one day when someone says Hello, Jon. Nearly slams into a wall and everything. He tries to play it off, but after that people say Hi Jon, or Nice to see you, or things like that. Anything but Hello.

He says he used to work at a 'non-profit for studying the supernatural'. Someone asks where it was and he says London. You tell your wife about it, and two days later she emails you an article. Magnus Institute Burns Down In 1999. It was in Manchester. You tell her not to bring it up again.

The guy is snarky and blunt and downright rude at times, but when a woman comes in and tells them about being trapped in a empty warehouse for a week, he comforts her in a way none of the rest of them know how. "I believe you," he says, repeats it like a mantra, like a prayer. "I believe you." He says 'I'm sorry' less like he's sorry this happened to her, and more like he's taking the blame onto himself.

He talks about Martin, sometimes. His reason, he calls him. Normally you'd point out that while it's of course good to love your partner, you should have other reasons to live, but you stay quiet. This guy needs all the happiness he can get.

You leave a little late that day, and when you do you hear him on the phone talking to someone. "She'd been touched by the Lonely, Martin!" he says. "Which is bad, of course, but--" he seems to choke up, "Martin, I didn't feel any compulsion for a Statement. A-at all. I think it's really gone."

You just walk by.

You don't know what's going on with Jon, but it really isn't any of your business. You're an anxious queer lesbian and he's a traumatized ace guy, and you aren't going to make his life any harder than you have to.

Just. Jonathan Sims in a support group.

[annabelle--cane]

jon sims moodboard

[lostenzz]

I spy with my little eye... London.

(Heavily inspired by Little Nightmares)

[transrevolutions]

things you can tell people if they ask you about the scars on your face:

- "large scale worm attack" - "clowns tried to steal my skin but I got away" - "nearly got overtaken by the evil fog" - "cursed door incident" - "the angles cut me when I try to think" - "a cop bit me" - "gym membership went horribly wrong" - "rock concert went horribly wrong" - "got stuck underground for eight months" - "the last girl I kissed was reallyyyy hot. literally" - "stared at the void (it stared back)" - "got rid of the death vines but at what cost" - "ask me again and I'll give you fucking vertigo" - "I saw too much and now I bear the marks of my hubris" - "the spiders. they want out ::::)"

[found-in-therubble]

Entry two

Andrew Contreras Missing Person Report and Avery Perez’ account of Sebastian Hulls’ home

Entry Begins:

Case Number: 477656

Date: June 30th XXXX   Time:7:32 pm PST             Information Taken By: Maia Burke

Caller’s Name: Avery Perez Callback Number: +1 (503) 644-1505

Address: 799 Gateway Road 

Home Phone: n/a

Relationship to missing person: Fiance

Reason for reporting this person missing: Disappeared while on a work trip

Missing Person

Full Name: Andrew Contreras Nicknames: Drew, Andy

Subject’s primary language: English and Spanish

Home address: 799 Gateway Road

Home Phone: n/a

Cell Phone, Other Numbers: +1 (503) 947-4028

Description

Age: 26    Race: Mexican-American Gender: Male    Hgt: 5ft 10 in Wgt: 200 lbs  

DOB: October 7th XXXX 

General Description and Clothing Worn When Last Seen:

Tanned skin, short black hair, dark brown eyes, small gap between front teeth, mole on upper left cheek. Dark blue button-down shirt, brown fitted jacket, black jeans, black loafers. 

Transcripted Report Via Phone Call

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“Hi, my name is Avery Perez, I work for Eyewitness Report. Um, my fiance’s gone missing inside a house.”

“Can you give me more information please ma’am?”

“Yes, sorry, my mind feels miles away right now… This doesn’t feel real. My fiance, his name is Andrew. We work at the paper together. He was coming with me to take a tour of a house for the paper. He hasn’t come out, he said he’d be gone for just a second.”

“A house? Have you checked all the places he could be already? Asked anyone inside-”

“Of course I have, I wouldn’t have called you if I hadn't!”

“Okay ma’am, it’s protocol to ask. I’m trying to help, I just need all the information I can get.”

“I know, I’m sorry. It’s just.. No one seems to remember him. I asked so many people if they’ve seen him, or the room he went into. Everyone told me they didn’t see anyone with me. No one saw him at all, and they didn't know what room I was talking about when I tried to show them.”

“Okay ma’am, where are you? I’ll send some officers down to check it out soon.”

“Um, I’m at 13 Lookout Lane. Sebastian Hulls’ place, you can’t miss it. It’s at the end of the culdesac. It’s the biggest in the neighborhood…I think it’s bigger on the inside. ”

Entry concludes.

[gammija]

Jon said it wouldnt matter if they travelled by foot, car, boat, train, plane, automobile... but i think... a bike would've worked

[excesslibris]

Evil eye guy

[mothocean]

Mag 21 freefall be like

[ID: A sticker that says "This man ate my son" below a photo of a blue sky. End ID]

[asterwild]

sweater season is upon us.

[vitkutti]

MAG 1 - Angler Fish