[Image description: a digital painting of Jonathan Sims from the Magnus Archives; Jon is a tan-skinned Asian man with shoulder-length greying hair and small pock-mark scars all over his face. He is twisting in the grip of a menagerie of grasping hands emerging from off-page, each representing the mark of one of the Entities. From top center, going clockwise;
A shadowy black hand emerging from a black hole behind Jon’s head;
A long, sharp fingered hand with subtle spiral patterns running through his hair and leaving a bloody gouge in his forehead;
A mannequin hand gently caressing his cheek;
A pale-skinned, clawed hand in a blue windbreaker, raking its blood-stained nails across Jon’s throat;
Three dark-skinned hands with lacy sleeves and painted nails placing a tape recorder in Jon’s left hand;
An enormous, pale-skinned hand griping Jon’s torso, two gore-covered ribs tucked between its fingers;
A dark-skinned hand covered in red-black vines resting on Jon’s left thigh, as the vines snake up his body and around Jon’s right arm;
A hand made out of dirt, gripping at Jon’s right thigh from between his legs;
A pale hand wreathed in lightning, reaching out towards Jon as if to grab him, with a falling porcelain teacup just behind it;
A pale, worm riddled hand wrapping around Jon’s chest from behind him;
A barely perceptible, dark-skinned hand made out of mist, reaching for Jon unsuccessfully;
A pale hand with a bike chain bracelet, clasped in Jon’s smoking right hand;
A tanned skin hand clutching a knife, driven into Jon’s right shoulder;
And finally, a pale hand in a dark suit, reaching down and forcing Jon’s right eye open. The eye glows a sickly green that reflects off the reaching horrors, and oozes a green blood-like substance from the pupil. End description.]
This was my piece for the Eye Love TMA project which I am severely delayed in posting, but hey, better late than never!
TMA has definitely changed how I fear cause like. I’ll be like “oh I’m so nervous I need to relax. Let’s listen to a story about someone being buried alive” or “yeah I guess I’m still afraid of spiders but the concept of being controlled without my knowledge or consent is definitely worse and the same as a spider in my mind”
