#tma 127

[solely-ashes]

From episode 127:

BASIRA: …And what was that you were doing yesterday?

ARCHIVIST: …When?

BASIRA: You were sat on the floor for like four hours.

ARCHIVIST: …Oh! Uh, no, I,I,I was – I was – listening, you know, trying to see if the statements (inhale) …called to me.

BASIRA: And?

[WE HEAR THE FLIP OF PAGES AS THE ARCHIVIST INDICATES THE FANSHAWE STATEMENT.]

This is such a great prompt for artists I can't believe I haven't seen more Floor Time Jon art around based on this canon thing that he apparently does

[hotcryptidsummer]

Do I need to tell you what I found, Jonah? Do I need to detail what covered his organs, his bones, the inside of his skin? What clustered together in their dozens, and all turned as one to focus on me as I opened his chest, their pupils constricting in the light, with irises of every hue and colour? Because whatever it was that did this to him, I know in my heart that it is your fault.

Statement of Dr. Jonathan Fanshawe regarding the months leading up to the autopsy of Albrecht Von Closen.

[kat-and-their-cats]

Favourite TMA Episode 121-130

MAG 121: Far Away

MAG 122: Zombie

MAG 123: Web Development

MAG 124: Left Hanging

MAG 125: Civilian Casualties

MAG 126: Sculptor's Tool

MAG 127: Remains to be Seen

MAG 128: Heavy Goods

MAG 129: Submerged

MAG 130: Meat

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[burninginthegymplplinko]

MAG 127 - Remains to be Seen

doodle 127/200; days left - 7/110 11/128

damn, finally someone who broke up w jonah and not the other way around. i love him. straight to the blorbo collection.

[red-archivist]

BASIRA

And you just happen to have one.

ELIAS

I might have an idea, yes.

BASIRA

And what does it cost?

ELIAS

Just some of your time, Basira. Just your time.

BASIRA

(letting out a long sigh) Okay. Let’s hear it.

oh that’s literal, he needs her to waste her time on a wild goose chase so she doesnt interfere when all the coffin stuff goes down

[fullmoonandstar]

Me listening to tma 127:

Jon: “In the light, his eyes met mine, and his mouth began to work furiously, repeating the same phrase over and over, increasing in volume until he was screaming it into my face:”

Jon: *speaking in tongues*

Me: I guess he was going insane

Transcript: “Leg sie alle zurück! Leg sie alle zurück!“

Me, a German:

[poemsforthetmarchives]

For 127: ‘Scientific Method (ocean)’, by James Tadd Adcox

Picture the ocean. No. Picture the entire thing, all at once. You are not doing it. It’s okay. One day something terrible will happen, and I will not be prepared.

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Editor’s note: This is part of Adcox’s ‘Scientific Method’ series of poems, which are all titled exactly the same. I’ve added “ocean” to this one’s title to help differentiate it.

[fruiitcakes]

imagine finding out your mom hates you because you look exactly like your deadbeat dad, your friend dying, your crush going into a coma, your mom dying, and being manipulated by another supernatural boss all in the span of 2 months