Me talking to my dad about TMA fan-artists “yeah like everyone draws all the characters differently but there’s really no right answer.”
My dad “I guess it’s in the eye of the beholder.”
Me: *polite laugh* followed by the realization that he’s only on ep 21 then followed by maniacal laughter. “You are so absolutely right! Undoubtably correct in every regard.”
On some real ass bullshit rn
The hand that feeds
So liiiike, is there an honest to god Magnus Archives Renaissance happening??? Cause when I drew and posted my first tma fanart I was 1000% sure absolutely no one would be in this 8 year old fandom anymore lmao
But like goddamn, the fandom feels like an esoteric cult, hidden from plain view until you jump through some hoops, lose your sanity and fully dive into the agenda, then it’s goddamn everywhere.
I mean, hell, the story is finished truly finished and yet there’s hunger for it, so many artists recently spiraling into obsession, super fresh art on the reg
Did I arrive here at the right place right time, or has this occult scene been steadily running in the background since 2017 and I’ve just been blind to it???
Once again, back on my bullshit
🤏👁️_👁️
Something wicked this way cooks WIP
Bonus shithead Bouchard from a different comic
Unbothered. Moisturized. Skeptical. In his lane. Focused. Yapping.
Posting the full cause I really like Jon’s right pant leg and his socks
im gonna be SICK, evil manager save me, save me evil manager
Something something… Elias’ glee at being genuinely caught off guard by Jon trying to assert power over him🥴
Eyeball communion wip, prolly gonna change his expression to fit the ‘narrative’ better but I couldn’t resist
I have 6 episodes of TMA left and I am scared, what do you mean I’ve listened to 194 of these???
Honest to god I’m getting really close to posting my toxic yaoi, just finished pre-final linework for 9 pages and finished typesetting, just need to add some line weight and it’ll be done, I don’t think I can color this but we’ll see
Sneak peak at my favorite page
Forever obsessed with Jon’s lil trip to China and America and Elias letting him feel the full effects of leaving the institute and going without statements to a noticeable effect. Says absolutely nothing until he’s ready to collapse and only then sends over a statement with a cheeky note “to tide you over”
Like “yes Jon please go several hundreds of miles away from the heart of your eldritch body
Without me you’ll die and turn into an eyeball monster probably but I’ll cross that bridge when you get there <3
Elias you smug bastard I love you
Communion
I am on a mission for @anotheraccountonthisapp but unfortunately Terminal Velocity is literally the most fire ship name on earth and the absolute best I got for Jonelias is goddamn “FourEyes” which is also the most stupid shit I’ve ever written down 😭 EyeWatch?? EyeWait?? EyeListen?? Jonelias is just so concise but also has no sauce. EyeTrauma??
(Cursed thought that made me burst into laughter “EyeEyeCaptain” Jon Elias Peter, most fucked up wretched thruple from hell)
Someone, anyone, help me out with this
I’ve seen a lot of TMA x Malevolent fluff crossover material but I need more whump, sorry not sorry 😬
Got me thinking how would the world’s worst ‘employers’ interact with each others’ favorite employees? I wrote out the bones to 2 separate comics and goddamn this would require soooo much time to draw this so, until I get that gusto to force my will upon paper, woe be upon ye, take my drawing notes. Didn’t write it in prose, it’s specifically my comic ‘screenplay’ writing but I feel like I got the characters n dialogue pretty solid 😊
Arthur and John meeting Elias
Arthur sitting at a diner, drinking coffee. Someone steps up to his table.
“Ah, no thank you, I’m still working on-“
“Orther- that’s not the waiter, it’s a man in a nice suit he’s-“
“Pleasure to meet you.” Elias holding out his hand.
“He’s holding his hand out, I think he wants to shake.”
“Oh! Yes, pleasure to meet you?”
“Hmm, pleasure to meet you as well Mr. Lester.”
“Uhhh.” Both John and Arthur. Elias sits across from him.
“Orther, I- there’s something wrong with this man. You should bash his skull in. Quick.”
“No! I- I mean- um- uh-“
“Oh, of course, I’m sure it’s difficult to see what’s going on. I’m Elias Bouchard, I sent a letter to your office last week, I’m in need of your investigative eyes.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, his eyes Orthur…”
“Um…”
“As a PI Mr. Lester.”
“Orther, there’s a large stone outside the diner, you should-“
“Now I don’t want to cause any headaches, but it’s a simple job.”
(Elias rambling about wanting to find Leitner)
(Arthur raises his hand to his mouth and quietly argues with John about wtf is going on)
Elias sees Arthur is not paying attention and trails off watching them, growing increasingly annoyed.
“Mr. Lester, how long did it take for your daughter to drown?”
Air is sucked out of the room
“Did he just-“ John
“What the fuck did you just say-“ Arthur
“I’d appreciate your attention, Mr. Lester-”
“If you don’t tell me what the fuck you are-“
Elias gets a glint in his eyes, static crackles in the air and Arthur sits back
“Orther? What-“ John looks at Arthur. Arthur blankly sits, now crying.
“Now, would you prefer me to call you The King in Yellow or is John too personal.”
“You motherfucker, what the fuck did you d-“
“I only find it fair, John, hm, what a nice name, I only find it fair to proffer one single threat against the 80 you’ve lobbed at me thus far. Do tell Arthur once he’s done that I’ll sear that image into his mind should you continue to distract him.”
“What are you… showing him?”
“Call it cinema of the family variety.”
John is suddenly very concerned. “Orthur, snap out-“
“Ah-ah-ah, just a few more seconds.”
Arthur comes out of the trance. “I- wh- wh-“
“Allow me to speak plainly. I assume you’re familiar with the concept of the carrot and stick. I’d have hoped I could have gotten to the carrot but I see now the two of you are more familiar with the latter.”
Arthur in a state of shock, mouth too dry to speak. John, “Orther, this man, we…” he growls, “should listen to him.”
Elias smirks. “Wonderful. Find the Librarian Jurgen Leitner and you’ll get your carrot. I’d imagine occult knowledge is tantalizing enough.” He gets up, slides a business card on the table. “Your Armitage will be a good lead. And I assure you, I- hah, pardon the language, I am not someone to… fuck with.”
Jon meeting Kayne
Jon reaches to start the tap recorder. Clicks the button. “Statement of-“ Then it immediately turns off.
Jon pauses.
He goes to press it again
It turns off again.
“Uhm…”
He presses it one more time.
“Th… that’s new.”
“Gahahahahahhahaha!” Kayne is sitting across from him
Jon falls backwards out of his chair
“Wh-who the- wha- who are you?” Jon splutters.
Kayne steps on top of the table and to Jon’s side, leaving bloody footprints on the table and statement papers.
“Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon, jonny boy. Never had a shy tape recorder before?” Kayne stands him up.
“Uh-“
“Oh, you’ve got some dust on ya, lemme just-“ swipes at his shirt. “There!” Jon’s collar is covered in blood from Kayne’s hands
Jon looks down at the blood. “The… the slaughter then?”
“Oh the slaughterrrrrrrr he asks, GAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Tell me who you ser-“
“Hush hush hush Jonny boy. I’m the one with the questions today.” He puts his finger to Jon’s lips.
Jon backs away from his hand, eyes crackling readying a question
Kaynes hand shoots out grabbing Jon’s throat. Very serious now. “None of that. But if I said a lil name like extinction would that get you to shut the fuck up?”
Jon pales.
Kayne drops him on the ground.
“Great! No… Wonderful! No… still not right. What do you Brit’s say? Bloody brilliant? Hah! Yeah, Blough’ee brillian’ i’ is!”
“What do you want?”
“Mmm, now that’s a question I like hearing. I wanna talk to that big ol eye ball you worship, maybe make some tasteful and sultry extended eye contact with it. Where is it?”
“The- the beholding?”
“Yeah sure, whichever of the 800 names you like. Where is it?” Kayne sits on the table.
“It- it can’t exist in this-“ Jon staggers up.
“Ugh, fine fine fine- then that big tall compensatory panopticon your body snatching boss has. Where’s that?”
“…what?”
Kayne looks at him suspiciously. Looks at his watch-less wrist. A ‘genuine’ apologetic look flares across his face. “Aw, Jesus Christ, my bad, spoilers.” Snaps his fingers.
Jon’s eyes go hazy and his face goes blank.
He shakes his head, confused.
“Your Bossman would be quite cross with me if he knew I said that. Hah!”
“Said… what?”
“Exactly. Take me to the tunnels ‘Jonathan Sims, head archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.’ Or I’m gonna peel out each individual nerve from your entire body and weave em into a macrame handkerchief.”