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drawtober day 18, “eye”

it was a tossup between this or TAZ

What if maybe monster fuckers have a point actually because maybe I’d actually make out with distortion micheal

I love Tim because Jon asks him if he’s sure he wasn’t bitten and his immediate reaction was to take off his pants like what a king. He literally went while this is obviously a life threatening situation I should of course whip off my pants in front of my boss and coworker because the solution is obviously to be dick out(and I’d do the exact same)

You know it’s rough when you start fantasying about working at the Magnus Institute (in the archives) again

HOLY SHIT TMA IS ALMOST OVER

They Were Still Covered In Blood

A Magnus Archives One-Shot: MAG 200 Spoilers


The first thing Martin noticed was that there was something warm on his skin. Er- no that wasn’t right. The first thing he noticed was that he was still noticing things. He still had skin, and consciousness, and feeling. And there was something warm on his skin. Up his arm, on his shoulder and back. Don’t open your eyes. He whispered to himself. It’s- it’s probably just Jon’s - oh god it’s probably Jon’s blood. The blood he spilt, he killed him. He killed his boyfriend. His love. His world. His… happiness. There was warmth on his face now. Hot tears streaming from his still closed eyes. He could feel Jon twisting in his arms- wait! He could feel Jon twisting. He was… he was moving? Martin wanted to open his eyes, but his fear overpowered his hope and he couldn’t manage.

Suddenly there was a soft thumb pressing against his cheek, wiping away his tears. He tried not to pull away, but at the same time he tried not to relax completely into the familiar but impossible touch. He couldn’t possibly believe Jon was still alive. He’d been the one that stabbed him. He’d done this.

“Martin?” It was Jon’s voice. A little ragged, and missing something Martin couldn’t quite place, but it was him.

Martin laughed, or maybe he sobbed. He opened his eyes finally to see his love’s face. Jon’s eyes were white and glassy and Martin choked back a sob. A second of sorrow mixed with his utter joy. “Jon.” He squeaked, placing his own hands on the other man’s face. They were still covered in blood. But it was dry, it wasn’t warm.

Martin realized that the warmth he had felt had been the sun. It was shining again, and somehow Martin knew, one way or another, they would be alright.

Maygnus 2020 Day 21: The InstituteElias is the institute…his words, not mine

Maygnus 2020 Day 21: The Institute

Elias is the institute…his words, not mine


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Alice Daisy Tonner is a cop and a bastard and she could threaten me with a knife and I would thank her

Fuck yeah avatarsona

this is Dimitrie, they trap people in crowded elevators and they’re a bit of a bastard

I’ll draw season 5 jon later but anyway here’s this list of disasters shambling around in the approximation of a human form

my piece for @tapesdidntcatchzine, a TMA fanzine! Feat. some season 1 assistants daydreaming

I’ve been binge listening to The Magnus Archives and tbh I need to be stopped

Statement of Chloe Ashburt, regarding a new window display at Fanton’s department store in Hammersmith. Original statement given 19th October 2013.

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Statement of Timothy Stoker, on the disappearance of his brother, Danny, four years ago. Statement given June 14th 2017.

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Statement of Father Edwin Burroughs, regarding his claimed demonic possession.

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ok so how’re y’all gonna headcanon Annabelle Cane, avatar of the web, without spider web braids?

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Statement of Joshua Gillespie, regarding his time in possession of an apparently empty wooden casket. Original statement given November 22nd, 1998. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

Statement begins.

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Mary Keay stylized as St. Bartholomew the Apostle, usually depicted wearing his own flayed skin.

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it’s the end of the world as we know it (and i feel fine)

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My mother called me Gerard. I always wanted my friends to call me Gerry.

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