thing is i don’t really feel bad for any tma character. i get disappointed when a character i like dies, but i can’t observe the series from an “i feel bad for these people” perspective, because it’s so damn fascinating to observe it from a thought exercise perspective instead. not “would i feel bad if this bad thing happened to this person”, but rather “would this person be bad if they did this thing?” or “if a bad thing happened to a bad person, would they deserve it? is pain something you can deserve?”
which is why malevolent is fucking destroying me because it’s not a thought exercise or a philosophical ramble, it’s a story. and i’m viewing it from the perspective of “this is a story that i am being told about awful things happening to people”.
all of this to say, i feel genuinely bad for arthur lester and i don’t know how to deal with that
It’s cold in his bedroom. It always is when Peter comes over. It’s something that never changes.
Elias lies on his side, not sleeping, just keeping his eyes shut. For the most part, at least. He deliberately chooses not to look. Which is odd, but understandable. Elias placed his palm over Peter’s. He wasn’t the one who had decided to intertwine their fingers. But it was Elias who had allowed it to happen. But even after that touch, the distance between them didn’t lessen. Far from it. It was as if they had become even further apart. But that was always the case when Peter comes over.
His hand is cold, and it seems that the longer they stay like this, the colder Elias gets too. But he doesn’t move. Elias feels Peter’s eyes on him. The sensation is far too familiar to him. But this time he doesn’t respond in the same way. And the man on the other side of the bed definitely finds something amusing about it. But Elias doesn’t care. He doesn’t move an inch. Doesn’t look. Doesn’t let go of his hand. And the room is quiet. Like it always is when Peter comes over.
Elias feels movement on the other side of the bed. He feels something cold brush lightly against his side. Goosebumps run down his back. But he keeps his eyes shut. Elias feels a hand almost gently stroking his cheek. Though it’s getting colder, he doesn’t pull away from the touch. He feels Peter gently remove a strand of hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear. Peter stares at him. He can almost see the smirk on his face when Elias doesn’t resist the gesture in any way. Peter traces his thumb gently across his cheek. And Elias retreats. He rests his palm on Peter’s hand, admitting defeat. Elias squeezes his hand tightly, not saying a word. He gave in, but that doesn’t mean he’s lost his pride. The silence is deafening. Elias feels the cool wind run through his hair. The way it wraps around his neck. Not strangling, but the touch takes his breath away. He bites his tongue, forcing himself to keep his mouth shut. Elias hates admitting he still needs him. And he hates even more that Peter doesn’t need him to say anything at all.
Elias noticed that Peter moved closer. The smell of the ocean fills the air. He can almost taste the salt in his mouth. It’s always like this when Peter comes over.
He turns his head slightly to the side, pressing his lips to Peter’s wrist. A lump forms in his throat, and Elias bites his tongue harder. There’s so much he wants to say… But he’d rather die than let those words out. Feeling tears welling up in his eyes, he squints harder in a pathetic attempt not to let his emotions show. He would rather suffocate than let out another shuddering sigh… It’s all useless, for his actions are far more eloquent. Elias doesn’t want to know how pathetic he looks right now.
Peter is a fraction of an inch away from him. But even so, the distance between them is only growing. Peter’s hand moves to the back of his head. He runs his fingers through his hair, still holding his hand firmly. Elias feels his cold breath on his skin.
The kiss becomes a breaking point. Elias digs his nails into Peter’s hands in a way that would certainly leave a mark on them. He feels the cool wind and the smell of the ocean envelop him. Elias has finally given up. When Peter pulls away, Elias involuntarily opens his eyes and- He sees the neatly made opposite side of the bed. Fog seeps into the bedroom through the curtained window and the picture frames on the shelf. It oozes onto the floor from beneath the wardrobe doors. As his hand clutches the sheet tightly, the same fog swirls around him. Alone. As it usually was when Peter came over.
The realization hit almost instantly. Elias rushed out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He stopped only on the other side of the hallway. Breathing heavily, he leaned against the wall. His heart racing, his head was spinning.
He cursed Peter ceaselessly as soon as his voice returned to him. His voice treacherously shook making him sound even more pathetic. Elias hated the fact that he had fell for it, the way his legs shook. And the… That he was afraid to look back at the bedroom door.
Elias is so terribly cold, and alcohol doesn’t help to keep him warm. But it allows him to let his suppressed emotions out. And not notice the pale blanket of fog gliding weightlessly beneath his feet. Not to notice the smell of the ocean. And later, he’ll have something to blame for his breakdown. As was usually the case when…
Hello, if you are still open to requests.... Would you want to draw a handsome Elias Bouchard for us? He deserves appreciation and his mustache does too.
I love when ficwriters portray michael distortion as like a weird eldritch cat. It fits his vibe so well. He says and does things that dont make sense and occasionally interacts with you or gives you things that you may or may not have wanted. Also sometimes threatens you. Weird eldritch cat.
silly tma headcannon: not!sasha wears those meme shirts with stuff like “definitely sasha james!” “I <3 BEING A HUMAN” and “nice skin? thanks i stole it” written on them and literally nobody questions it because of Stranger bullshit
ough just relistened to mag 120. completely forgot how detailed jonah’s description of (jon’s dream of) jane was. and the way he spoke about the corruption with like,, a weird kind of fear-based understanding and respect? i might be losing my mind but i feel like he doesn’t talk about the other dreams with nearly as much care and detail. like the image of jane prentiss’ immolated corpse was beautiful to him.
girl who only knows parasight listening to a perfectly normal episode of the magnus archives: man, i’m getting real parasight vibes from this.
s3 melanie murder attempt except she pulls up when elias is in the middle of doing his taxes and she goes “oh sorry did i interrupt your date. fucking nerd” and elias gasps in deep offense and hugs the paperwork protectively.
Arthur Lester after being possessed, going blind, murdering three people, getting kidnapped, stabbed and put in a coma: you know I’m feeling rather chipper after that months sleep! Onwards and upwards!
Jonathan Sims after tripping over his shoelace: why don’t I just kill myself
its been a good while since i’ve had the inspiration to write another more fucked up parasight fic but i do have this idea of them having fun with the fact that neither of them can really get hurt. like jonah would inject jane’s blood into his own bloodstream just to see how long it takes for the eye to force it back out.
i love it when the villain almost reads as an audience insert. like oh you self-identify as a fear avatar and constantly put jonathan sims into awful situations? lol ok jonah magnus kinnie. everyone who has ever created a malevolent au is engaging in kayne-like behavior.
i do really like the idea of jonah having to listen to people make fun of him for years because they think he’s long dead. but really he’s just. Right There
the mag 131 helanie interaction fucks me up cuz like. helen seemed so?? idk it’s like. it’s like she wanted melanie to think she was cool really badly. that girlthing was down bad since day one, i just know melanie’s approval of how she handled jared probably had her melting.
I’m saying this as a polish speaking person but I find it really funny that Elias Bouchard and Jonah Magnus are very smug bastard sounding names in english, but the moment you change them to their polish equivalents they are the most pussy sounding names imaginable (at least in my opinion). Like, I’m sorry but if your name is Eliasz or Jonasz there is no way I’m not gonna laugh at you.
almost same thing happens in finnish:
the name “elias” when pronounced the way it is in finnish just reminds me of 20 year old business majors who wear ties to university.
the name “joona” or “joonas” is just funny because you can shorten it to “jonne”, a finnish slang term for a young boy, usually someone who lives in the city (stadi) and is generally annoying or clueless.
i really like the established fanon designs for tma characters, but i want to see more diverse designs! why have we somehow agreed on one specific design, when it's an audio based media and the characters just have vague descriptions?
and i've seen people calling fan artists fatphobic for depicting martin as muscular or broad instead of fat, and islamophobic for not drawing basira with a hijab (newsflash: not all muslims wear hijab!!)
anyway yeah this has been my rant and fan artists, please draw the characters however you like, you don't have to follow a certain protocol (hehe)
the magnus archives will leave you going “there was never really any hope, but at least we had each other. i don’t care if it’s all a part of some bigger plan, if we were doomed from the start, all that matters to me is that we walked this hopeless path together.” and malevolent will leave you going “there will always be hope. there will be pain, there will be loss, but there will be hope. you have to keep going. it’s all you have. you have to keep going. this too shall pass.”
The plot! Elias is a building. He feels when people touch the walls. Tim figures out how to make him tick and IMMEDIATLY jumps on that for evil and also sex. Sassies are exchanged.
It feeds into my goal of yet again brutal pipe murdering extendedly the dignity of one elias bouchard
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arthur. we are in a vast scottish countryside. the sky is dark and cloudy, and… it’s watching us with a big stupid eye.
wait! to your left. there’s a cabin. there are two men standing outside of it, wearing dumb little backpacks as if they are going on a trip despite the treacherous current weather, arthur. arthur i think they’re holding hands, which is disgusting, considering the shorter one, well… he’s all eyes, arthur
one of the many differences between jonathan sims and arthur lester is that jon thinks he’s a monster for his mistakes and his nature and arthur thinks he’s just a shitty human. jon feels guilty for everything bad that happens near him, but also doesn’t hold himself accountable and thinks this is just his nature. arthur refuses to let anyone make him feel bad for more than what he’s responsible for, but he will never stop trying to redeem himself for the things he is responsible for. they’re both stuck in very, very different mindsets regarding their own morality. i find them so fascinating to be honest
hey guys so anybody remember that line from mag 134? “the door is the door”? and how that episode was all about the extinction?
and how the watcher’s crown is completed by the archivist saying “i open the door”? and how the magnus protocol is about “emerging fears”? fears like, dare i say, the extinction?
now. would i be correct in assuming that the door was the door
and the door was opened
and that’s how the extinction fully came into being?
interesting ship dynamic that seems to occur in horror podcasts: protagonist who knows they’re in a horror podcast and wants desperately to escape x antagonist who’s convinced they’re in a weird dating sim instead
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