[aredhels]

characters from the magnus archives: jonathan sims

Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement begins.

[ID: a six-panel aesthetic edit in muted tones, mostly in shades of brown and grey. in the middle of all images the name “jonathan sims” and the title “the archivist” and underneath the podcast title “the magnus archives” are written in a serif font. the first image shows the side profile of a south asian man wearing a beige turtleneck sweater. the second image shows an illustration with a diamond pattern, where black squares with an eye motif in the middle alternate with white squares with thorny spiraling patterns. the third image shows a white door with multiple chain locks, the words “the world’s not safe anymore” scratched on the door. the fourth image shows old brown wooden filing cabinets, full of documents. the fifth image shows an embroidered hand with multiple green eyes on it on a pale fabric. the sixth image shows two feet, in skinny grey jeans and brown leather shoes. end ID.]

[cary-atherton-art]

*slaps roof of train* this bad boy can fit so much cosmic horror in it

[ID: A digital drawing of Odin from The Bifrost Incident. She is an old woman with long, braided white hair, wearing a green-grey coat decorated with golden nordic patterns, standing with her back to the viewer in the corridor of a train. The train’s walls are brown with intricate golden patterns, the carpet is red, also decorated with the same pattern. All around the picture are cracks with bright, multicoloured matter flowing out of them.]

[isladevenus-archive-deactivated]

1. Antony Gormley

2. Jamie Heiden

3. Excerpt from “Wild geese” by Mary Oliver

4. Anne Magill

5. Hans Vanderkerckhove

[shittyavatarideas]

avatar of the lonely but he WILL give you up, he WILL let you down. he WILL run around and desert you. he WILL make you cry. he WILL say goodbye. he WILL tell a lie and hurt you

peter lukas

[best-of-inspirobot]

[drumbotsbrian]

my most niche crossover yet: the old guard and the mechanisms exist in the same universe

[cholera]

[clarkkentismyalterego]

Have you ever wanted to listen to just the magnus archives episodes regarding one specific fear? Well look no further

The Eye -  I am to be a king of a ruined world, and I shall never die.

The Dark -  “The blanket never did anything.”

The Vast -  Enjoy Sky Blue

The Lonely -  “No one is coming.”

The Flesh -  Come, meat, be my guest, and let thy gifts to me be blessed.

The Desolation -  Don’t Be Afraid To Burn

The Spiral -  “How would a melody describe itself when asked?”

The End -  “The Moment You Die Will Feel Exactly Like This.”

The Stranger -  “Be Still, For There Is Strange Music Here”

The Hunt -  “What’s the time, Mr Wolf?”

The Slaughter -  “Silk will not stitch The Butcher’s meat”

The Corruption -  “Love that consumes you in all ways.”

The Web -  “It is polite to Knock.”

The Buried -  “The only thing you have to do is DIG.”

The Extinction -  “We can’t escape the ruins of our own future.”

[avocadosmitty]

Visit Original Link

Good band.

[lachrymosade]

jon and martin get to the domain of the everchase and just watch as daisy and basira take turns playing the roles of the roadrunner and wile e. coyote for twenty minutes

[saltseashark]

the mechanisms come in two flavors: goggles and no goggles take ur pick

[drumbotsbrian]

hear me out: jonny d’ville

[northernroseofmay]

Soo I've seen like, 100 TMA posts asking which fear people would serve, be an avatar of, or just generally vibe with the most, but not many for the opposite end.

Which Fear do y'all vibe with the least?

[skyofdarkmatter42]

Do y'all have a mbmbam episode/bit that is just your comfort bit? The one you just put on to feel better when you get bad vibes?

[briandavidgilberts]

[horrorlesbion]

the magnus aesthetics ➤ the dread powers ➢ the spiral | es mentiras | the twisting deceit | it is not what it is

There is a man in my living room. He is tall, with sandy blond hair that twists into unruly curls. I must have invited him in. He sits in my armchair, drumming his fingers together. They make an odd, clacking sound when they touch. I know him, though I have no idea where we might have met. His smile is friendly but I don’t like it. I apologise, tell him I’ve forgotten his name and he waves it away, saying that names are overrated, then asks how my day has been. I tell him I don’t know which day he means, and he laughs and laughs and laughs until my nose begins to bleed. I see the blood dripping onto the patterns I have been drawing. How long have I been drawing? It isn’t my pen.

[slowopoke]

many thoughts