#the corruption

[entities-of-posts]

I had a lot of grotesque dreams last night but I'll save you two of the stranger ones.

The first was that I was doing an assignment for my Biology class, but every time I answered one question, another question appeared and the assignment kept getting longer. I was doing it on the due date and it was so upsetting.

The second was that there were plants growing between my brother's teeth. I didn't believe him when he told me until I saw it, and then I freaked out.

I think they were stress dreams, if that affects any identification.

The second is the Corruption; for the first, it’s difficult to say… the urgency and neverending nature of it could be linked to the Hunt, or perhaps it could be said that you feel Buried under the ever-expanding task. Maybe the feeling of impending doom as the deadline approaches could even be the End… but hear me out now.

Some may call me a conspiracy theorist for this, but theories I have! Have you ever heard of the concept of the Dull?

The reasoning goes as such; humans love balance, love symmetry. The prevalence of inversion theory when it comes to the Fears prove this. And human imagination molds Them. But currently, one Entity is without a dance partner; the newest, still forming Extinction. There is an imbalance, a void waiting to be filled. And what would mirror the Terrible Change? The fear of nothing ever changing. Being stuck in this state of things, monotony, boredom, every day just the same as the last and the next and the next and the next forevermore. This is exhibit A.

Exhibit B: something happened in recent years. Something that left a large part of the world’s population stuck at home, the days bleeding into each other, getting cabin fever, going stir-crazy trying to escape the tedium. An event like this, on such a scale… couldn’t it be the perfect push for Something to start coalescing?

I call it the Dull, the Forever And Ever And Ever And Ever, the Broken Clock. Apathy and endless repetition, lifeless routine, rows and rows of identical greige-painted suburban homes. Always through the same motions with no end in sight. It will always be like this.

Consider it:)

[a-matter-of-yeet]

I think a really good tma episode could’ve been a Corruption aligned statement about societal, psychological and political corruption.

Like, a disease that festers in the minds of leaders and citizens and corrupts them to the point that they believe others who don’t think like them to be unwell…

[riotinyellow]

John Amherst has dug himself out of the concrete

[eviltoxicmosssauce]

my hungry ass could never be attacked by jane prentiss

[pisscentral]

haven’t posted any art in a bit sooo

FEAR WHEEL

(btw yes the dice is purposefully all snake eyes, just clarifying)

[strongestpotion]

why is it always "you have an infestation" and "oh my god why are you covered in lesions" and never "how is the wasp's nest in your attic? is it nice? does it thrum with life and malice? does it sing that you are beautiful, that you are a home, that you can be fully consumed by what loves you?"

[parageist]

i made a meme :3

[tawnyevergreen]

I wonder if she’s out there

[swiffin]

Worms…

[ID: Magnus archives fan art, Jonathan sims is in the foreground holding a handful of worms, he appears horrified, the creatures swarm the image and create most of the background.. Some of them bury themselves into Jon. Timothy stoker is in the background, trying to fend off the worms with a fire extinguisher, he is facing away from the viewer. The lighting is dark but there is a bright yellow light lighting up Jonathan sims face and a dimmer blue light backlighting Timothy stoker. End ID]

[vickozone]

Are these YOUR avatars?

[kald-dal-art]

All the entities of the Magnus archives in one place because i learnt that the Tumblr photo limit was higher than I thought.

Anyways this has been a fun series to draw for and have enjoyed seeing you guys feedback for it

[tra5hg0blin]

episode 39 Infestation

whooo finally finished this piece other a month of off and on work *dies*

anyway live laugh love worms

[rosebunnys]

here's an old thing I've never posted that I'm sharing for inktober! i really love jane prentiss's statement. gives me the chills in the best way

[uptheantares]

Banners for each of the 14 Entities in The Magnus Archives

[the-amethyst-artist]

The archives staff with their CO2

[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.