#tma5

[jl-otdc]

Post apocalyptic boyfriends

[icedmo]

Loving tma5 so far. Apocalypse lovers who are very tired

[obitv]

wheres my post saying the spirit world and tma5 are the same thinf. i was based for that. is there an ant domain

[creativecat757]

[celsidebottom]

Me, 0.4 seconds after Doctor David started talking:

[irradiatedsnakes]

lovely meat garden!

[zakunni]

Pause for laughter.

MAG 172 was somehting alright

[jl-otdc]

Monet-esque Lonely!Martin study :]]

[icantsleepright]

THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES EP 175 SPOILER!!

cw: existential dread and mild gore/blood

i have listened to this statement at least 4 times since the tma early release yesterday and i could Not stop thinking about it! so i drew out what i imagined jon was describing in the statement. i waited for the episode to be released properly before i posted it so hopeully it’s not too early!

[haematicmagic]

Behold

I have made a colour wheel for the fear entities!

Here it is:

Let me elaborate:

1. Mixing the fears

Each fear can be "made" by the two next to it - its neighbours. This doesn't mean the fears aren't in itself their own thing, but, as is canon: the fears also bleed into each other.

Examples

The Vast + The Spiral = The Lonely

(Emptiness, being away from all living things + insanity, loosing yourself = The Lonely)

The Spiral + The Flesh = The Stranger

(Insanity/Inhumanness applies to very human person/flesh-ness = The Stranger)

2. Three-Colour-Combinations (Triads)

Each fear makes a triad with their two neighbors. These three fears always share some common vibe or something inexplicably similar

Examples

The End, The Web, The Eye - The Omni Triad

(these three entities are either everywhere, seeing everything, touch everything or pull the strings everywhere - they are omnipresent and omniscient)

The Eye, the Corruption, the Buried - The Larvae Triad

(these three entities have to do with emerging. Not only does Jon emerge from his humanity through the eye, the idea of evolving like a larvae is very corruption while the buried suggests never actually emerging, staying wrapped in what you have been)

3. Opposite colours

as you can see, this doesn't perfectly add up due to there being 14, but some of them still fit. The buried and the vast are almost opposite to each other, being pretty much perfect opposites, the stranger (the unknown) is opposite to the eye (the known) and the slaughter, which is the embodiment of neverending violence and physical harm is opposite to the end, the most abstract and body-less of the fears.

Ask me anything! I'd be happy to explain each combination more if any of you want.

(disclaimer a lot of this was just my synesthesia going nuts and i dont actually used real brain cells to make this. If something doesn't add up - i know.)

[kellanswritingblog]

“Jon, what did you mean when you said you hoped Trevor would take you?”

They were still following Basira.  She cast angry glances back at Martin every time he tried to speak, even now, when his voice was barely above a whisper, but he couldn’t just stay silent after everything that happened.  

“It’s simple.  I hoped he would grab and threaten me, so that you wouldn’t be hurt, even incidentally. That’s why I was falling behind,” Jon explained matter-of-factly.  

“That’s not better, you know.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, no, I can’t say it was particularly enjoyable to have my life hanging by a thread at the hands of a crazed hunter, but it’s not like I would want you to be in that position either.  Just…”  Martin let out a heavy sigh, almost running his hands through his hair until he remembered that he was still covered in the gore of Trevor’s remains.  “Never mind.”

With a faint smile, Jon replied, “It doesn’t sound like you’re done.”

“No, I’m not!”  Martin cried, louder than he knew he should, given their surroundings.  Hands shaking, he lowered his voice, and continued, “You talk about Trevor being bait for Basira, but what am I?”

“I would never put your life at risk like that,” Jon stated firmly.  

“But you already are!  You don’t tell me anything, you waltz along with ‘stay calm, Martin,’ ‘it’s going to be fine, Martin,’ ‘don’t worry about it, Martin.’  Okay, maybe I’m not bait, per se, but it’s like I’m just getting dragged through all this, like I’m luggage.  I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on around us, or if you keep making general vague statements instead of telling me things that might be relevant before one of us ends up hostage.”

Jon was silent for several moments as they continued their journey through the undergrowth.  “I’m sorry,” he finally said, no hint of a joke or double meaning.  

Martin huffed.  He could still feel Trevor holding him, feel the beat of his heart as it threatened to pound out of his chest, feel the terror that coursed through him as he looked at Jon, still trusting him and never doubting that for a moment.  

“No, please, I…  Sometimes it’s hard to know.  It’s all so much, all the time, and I don’t know if I can put it into words for you. And, other times, I worry.  You asked me to keep the statements separate from you, and I respect that.  But so much of what I feel and experience in them ties into what is happening directly around us and may interfere with us, that there’s no good way to keep you informed and still maintain that boundary.  But… I haven’t tried.  I’ve made jokes and asked you to follow me blindly.  And I’m sorry for that.”

It was Martin’s turn to be speechless for a while, opening his mouth to reply several times before sighing and saying nothing.  When he did speak, he first stepped up to Jon’s side and gently, cautiously, slipped his hand in his.  It was a request and an apology all in one, that Jon was free to refuse or accept.

At first, Jon pulled his hand slightly back, as if he the contact startled him, as if he felt he didn’t deserve it, but then he gripped Martin’s hand tightly. They were both shaking.  

“And I’m sorry I snapped at you,” Martin finally said.  

Jon smiled and squeezed Martin’s hand sympathetically.  “It is a rather high-tense situation.”  

Despite himself, Martin let out a quiet chuckle and rolled his eyes. “Thank you for trying to keep that boundary between me and the statements.”  He spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully.  “But, please tell me what’s going on.  I don’t need to hear the stories of individual trauma, but things like ‘oh, one of us is about to get nabbed by the angry vampire hunter who once died on the Institute couch’ would be useful information to have.”

“I understand.  I will try to be more forthcoming, and I will try to find the words to make sense of knowing all this-” Jon used his free hand to gesture vaguely around them.  

“Thank you.  I want to help, Jon, I want to help the world, but I want to help you. And I can’t do that if I don’t know what’s going on around us, or what’s going on inside of you.”

“I suppose the apocalypse is as good a time as ever to work out the various quirks in our relationship, figure out how best we communicate.”

“Yeah, because you’ve always been super open and communicative,” Martin teased back, and they met each other’s eyes, small smiles upon their lips.  

Before they could say anything more, Basira stopped in her tracks and turned to face them.  

“Are you two done?  Because we’re here.”

[electronic-memories]

“here it says that you have a liver hony, do you se the problem????”

[celsidebottom]

We know that to sever one’s connection to the Institute and the Eye is to destroy your own eyes like Melanie or Eric Delano did

So if Jonah is the pupil of the Eye, destroying him means potentially severing that connection with the world

Anyway what I’m getting at is that I think it’s time for Martin to do some stabbing