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"Look at the sky Martin, it's looking back"

This was my first time working with watercolor pastels, but I think I did a decent job

I made tma singles

So far I only have Jon, Michael Distortion, and Martin themed bracelets, but I'll probably make more soon

I drew Jonathan Sims in a dress :D

It looks bad because I drew it at 2 am

I think tma Gerry had more than just his blond roots showing. Like I picture the entirety of his hair is patchy, and the back is almost more blond than black. For one of your most memorable traits to be your shitty dye job I think you'd have to have more than just needing a root touch up

I know it’s been talked about before, but I saw a list of pros and cons laid out by @spooksier (in drawing form, I like their stuff, check it out!) sooooo I must ask again…

Juno’s only advantage here is he is actually a lady that knows how to fight and a trained sharpshooter, otherwise (would the Martian blood do anything here? The other opponents aren’t from “around there” so probably not but maybe), but if he could act first — I don’t even know if Cecil CAN die??? And Jon can smite people — but that does take a sec and would the Ceaseless Watcher even be accessible there? I love you Jon but you’re not exactly a capable fighter without the Ceaseless Watcher. I don’t think Cecil draws power from Nightvale? Does he?? Cecil is a mystery. Would he be less or more dangerous if he did not know where Carlos was— and if it’s —

(I could ramble about this for hours—)

💥 FIGHT! 💥

enjoy sky blue

I wrote a fic! I've been thinking a lot lately about what happens to statement givers during the eyepocalypse, and for some reason specifically the ones who weren't the person actually affected? Like people who gave statements regarding someone they lost.

I started with Moira Kelly, from Episode 21 (Freefall).

Ao3 link here: "enjoy sky blue" (463 words)

but if you want to read it here instead it's under the readmore

The moon was at its zenith, round, surrounded by billions, trillions of stars, and Moira Kelly could not tear her eyes from it. She lay flat at the top of the hill - his hill - and gazed up at the sky, waiting for it to shift again, to twist around and swallow her.And then it opened. And then it blinked.

The moon, the eye, grew and grew until it was the only thing Moira could see, and she bit back a hysterical giggle. Surely this was another nightmare; surely she'd awaken soon.The eye blinked again and the whole world went dark.

Moira Kelly awoke, then, in an airplane.

The door was open, and the rushing wind was deafening. In the corner, hugging a parachute pack to his chest and rocking silently back and forth, was her son.

"Robert!" she cried, and his eyes met hers.

If you could call them eyes.

Her son's eyes had been blue in life, the blue you see when you look straight up at dusk. A quiet blue. A comforting blue.

Now, Robert's eyes were a stark sky blue. No whites, no pupils, and Moira's scream was drowned out by the rushing of the wind.

He stood, still holding the parachute. He opened his mouth and no sound came out, and inside was the blue. He approached, parachute clutched close to his body.

Moira was frozen in place, still screaming, still unable to hear her own screams. He embraced her.

When he released her the parachute had been placed over her shoulders and she was turned to face the open door.

Moira had never skydived, had never wanted to skydive, even when Robert had been enamored with the subject before the sky had eaten him. He'd tried, of course, to get her in the air, but Moira was a grounded woman.

That is, she liked her feet on the ground.

Robert was still talking; she could hear the sound of his voice underneath the rushing wind, but she couldn't make out anything he was saying. He took her by the hand. He pulled her from the plane.

Robert had been right. The sky was blindingly bright, with no sun, no clouds, no ground in sight. He squeezed her hand once, twice, then released her into the air.

She fell, as he had so many years ago, her stomach never settling anywhere but her throat, the gnawing hunger in its pit. She was certain that at some point she had vomited, though there was no evidence of this beyond the burning in her throat.

She reached for the ripcord, as he had described so many times, but when she finally felt it in her grasp and pulled, her world went black.

Moira Kelly awoke, then, in an airplane.

[JON SCREAMS]

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[scene from MAG 119]

Is this.... Is... I..... Is this a mag... Magnus archives reference...

When I say I WEEZED-

breekon and hope go to the beach

So, I’ve just read Déjà Vu by @cirrus-grey and I can say that I cried, because it’s so PERFECT😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️ One of the best tma works I ever read🥰🤩😭 Absolutely recommend it😎😭❤️

I find it funny how some people in the TADC fandom are weird about people simping for Jax because he’s an A-hole, and meanwhile I’m coming from the TMA fandom where every character is an A-hole and the entire fandom still simps for most of them

All this to say I naturally gravitated to Jax as a character because he has a cool design and because he’s a little shit. I mean I don’t have a crush on him but He is still my favourite character.

You’ve heard of Sexually Transmitted Diseases, now there’s Sexually Transmitted Worms!

drop your fav TMA fics please 🙏🙏 finished the podcast and i need emotional support fanon

preferably Ao3 and nothing exceedingly long

so i just read Rewind. Reset. Rewrite. in one sitting and just

wow, what a fic.

how to sum up the TMA fandom

listening to literal horrors and murders: perfectly fine, completely unfazed

listening to tooth-rotting fluff: utterly terrified of what’s about to happen

the horrors are not what you should fear. fear the fluff. the fluff with come back to hurt you.

digital art is so much fun to mess around with. combine that with The Spiral and well…

you get this eyesore.