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Some art from a TMA + WTNV AU I’m making. (Person on the left is an OC, person on the right is Kevin from WNTV)
self control is asleep post tma avatar OC
his name is josef and he enjoys the simple things in life like gardening and burying people alive so they can experience the peacefulness of becoming one with the dirt :)
"Reflections unto a Mirror"
I'm gonna be brave and do an Oc reveal for my TMA AUs. This OC hasn't appeared or been mentioned in any of my AO3 fics (and probably won't for a bit), but she's extremely relevant to it all.
Introducing... "Ani", the Memory-Impaired (Interim) Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute (as of 2016)!
Introduction
"Ani" (the only name she remembers) quite literally appears in the Dalton household out of nowhere one sunny January, just a week after the People's Church of the Divine Host tried to complete their Extinguished Sun ritual. Despite this, she only has a marking of The End from her exposure to the Dalton stronghold, and an unknown Marking that not even Simone can decipher.
Very few things are gleaned from trying to Compel her, amongst those being that she's Australian, she thinks she's either 21 or 23 and, of course, her assumed name. Everything else she is forced to discover over her year-and-a-half apprenticeship under Archivist Quinn, and afterwards when she is forced to assume the Interim position due to lack of willingness from her co-workers.
(More info under the read more, I get my message is big lol)
Paths
"Ani" falls to The Eye as a result of her persistent internal voice nagging her that she has forgotten something extremely important, and her fears that the reason she has no memories now is because someone entrusted her with a dangerous piece of knowledge. It also triggers due to [Spoilers], but we're focusing on the main reason. Her abilities are mostly focused around finding the truth to a situation or to expand her understanding, giving her...
Statement Syncing/Taking (typical)
Compulsion
Knowing (+Translation)
Telekinesis/Levitation (learnt)
Dream Walking (learnt).
Her Spiral sub-path - the only one not granted via a weapon or Leitner - comes to her as naturally as breathing once she meets and makes a few deals with The Distortion (wearing the face of Emma Harvey), granting her...
Impossible Navigation (cannot get lost in domains lmao)
Short-Range Teleportation (learnt)
"Song of the Soul"
A term coined by Edalyn Gleave prior to her death, it stands for 'a song that you would live and die to, a song that fuels your every move when you cannot move anymore'. Hunters trained under Edalyn were typically ones posed this question, but the Institute begun taking up the idea too when the Thundering Strings started getting too confident.
"Ani" claimed her song was "Navigating" by Twenty One Pilots, but the song does not exist (yet). Thus, she hunts for a new song, and eventually finds herself resonating close enough with "What My Scene?" by Hoodoo Gurus due to her unfamiliarity with her place in the world, and her desperation to clutch to her homeland and its music.
"Try" by P!nk does seem familiarly powerful to her, but she can never bring herself to call it her "Song of the Soul"... more 'the old tune to a life I used to lead' (no one prompted her so she forgot that line afterwards lol)
Other
Jesus I yap alot...
If you wish to see more of her or of others in her era of the Archives, please let me know! I do plan to do more eyes, but I also want to draw the people in my AO3 fics... maybe. We're trying. Simone's a high priority.
LETS GO ANI OUR SPIRAL-EYE INTERIM ARCHIVIST AMNESIAC "AUSSIE FLAVOURED" IRISH QUEEN 🗣️ 🗣️ 🗣️
(I really need a better way to describe her that ticks the boxes lmfao)
Shoutout to @the-lantern-lights for being so darn cool and having an absolute killer art style! Definitely recommend them for not only commissions, but also their cool as hell TMA AU's! Will defs commission again!
Second commission, this one for @dexterkronos of their oc :D More variations under cut
Uhhhh I’m doing something that is very important to me but this is my call for help- a moment of desperation if you will because there are so low stakes to what I’m doing but it’s so high stakes in my mind-
These are some concept sketch for a TMA Oc named Elliot Allan (I don’t know if there are any notable characters with the last name Allan so whatever-) she is a ecologist and dabbles in articulating (taxidermy but it’s just the bones- it’s super cool-) on the side. From what I’ve gathered so far she also comes from a rich family (Elliot is a nepo baby) and won’t shut up about it. I want to make her an avatar and before I go ahead and draw more and refine her character design more I want to consider what fear she might be the avatar for- if anyone has suggestions please I’d love to hear it before I cave and make her either Lonely
Idk if this has been done but an avatar of the eye who is a cat that wanders the streets and if it approaches you it will lead you to your death/injury. You can try really hard but it will end up leading you somewhere and you have to follow it, you just need to know where it’s going.
Because curiosity killed the cat :3
Okay sorry I’m done.
Also maybe eventually get the cat in as a duo with another thing so it can be the full like saying
I am currently sickly and dying so I decided ‘hey, what if I made a magnus archives oc to represent my suffering’
meet Alissa Miller, avatar of the corruption, she’s got every single disease and infection at once and will gladly share
man contracts tuberculosis after contact with weird stinky homeless child
ough. sickly child not feeling too well.
Idk if it’s like, frowned upon but I did trace this pose from https://www.deviantart.com/adrimmd/art/MMD-P2U-Family-Guy-Death-Pose-30-points-916890006
if that’s a problem please tell me!
Miasma
Statement of Hannah Dean, regarding a sick patient she took care of. Original statement given August 12th, 20XX. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute.
Statement begins.
My name is Hannah Dean, I work as a doctor at Pearl Garden Hospital. Let’s just get right to it. I don’t know when she was admitted into the hospital, where she came from, who her parents were, nothing. All I knew was that I was to be taking care of her. When I first entered her room, she was sat in her cot and stared right at me. She looked to be around, 13 or 14 years old? Had greasy hair and old bandages around her arms and legs. I’m not sure why I didn’t notice how everything was so… dirty, at first. The walls were stained, the floor was grotty, and the patient herself was overall, filthy. I walked over to her nonetheless and introduced myself, like I always did. I tried to run a few checkups on her, but as soon as I got close I felt a wave of sickness… emanate from her, somehow. I immediately stepped back, and that sickly feeling went away.
Have you ever heard of the Miasma theory? Where diseases are supposedly caused by bad air and such? This patient—I’m not sure how else to explain this. She had… bad air. There was like an invisible ball of gaseous sickness all around her. It made me want to puke. She gazed up at me with an innocent and confused look, and I couldn’t help but feel bad for her. I went back to do a physical exam on her, checking her skin and eyes, looking into her throat and ears, checking her pulse, the usual. It was hard to focus though, the awful feeling of nausea and illness ruminating off of her and right back at me. She was in a rough shape from the looks of it, she could’ve be suffering from a myriad of things. I figured I’d prescribe some acetaminophen, so I told her I would be back, and left the hospital room.
When I exited, I instantly noticed the change in air quality. It was so much more fresh and breathable outside of the patient’s room, despite still being in a building with what should’ve been the same conditions. That’s when I realized the difference in cleanliness as well, the halls had a scent of rubbing alcohol and chlorine, but her room… honestly, was foul. I went to grab the medicine for her when a friend of mine and also fellow co-worker, Wendy Lovett, bumped into me. She was surprised to see me and said that I looked unwell. I didn’t know what she was talking about until she showed me with her phone. I looked like I had a cold or something, but it wasn’t that serious, could just be the long hours getting to me. I mentioned I was getting some medicine for the patient in room 43, but Wendy looked more concerned for me. She told me there wasn’t a patient in room 43. I said that there definitely was one, and that she could come with me to take care of the patient if she really didn’t believe me.
We came back to the patient and Wendy wrinkled her nose as she entered. The patient still sat on that cot. I poured one chewable tablet of the medicine in my hand and instructed her how to take it. I’m not sure why, but she looked a little disappointed when she took it. Wendy walked over to the patient and I could see her face shift from mild disgust to utter repulsion. She must have gotten a little close and experienced that… bad air. Once the patient was done, I gave her a glass of water and Wendy practically dragged me out. She shut the door to the room and told me that patient was not normal. It was hard to disagree with Wendy, there was something strange about her and we both felt sick after being around her. We agreed that I would give the responsibility of taking care of this patient to someone else, probably more capable of dealing with sicker patients. The next day, I asked another doctor, Vincent Roussel, if he could handle the patient for me, as I was feeling ill. He begrudgingly agreed, and I stayed home.
I came back to work feeling much better after that, but I couldn’t help but notice Vincent looked really bad. His usually kept hair was a mess, he had stains all over his shirt, and his glasses were smudged and crooked. I asked if he was okay. Vincent glared at me and told me he was just fine, but judging from his cough and sniffly nose, he was not. I didn’t see him for the rest of the day, until I walked past room 43 nearing the end of my shift, the door slightly askew. Curiosity got the better of me, and I took a little peak inside. The room looked a lot dirtier than I remember, now with insects crawling and flying around the walls and floors. Vincent was now lying in the cot and he looked like a corpse, but he was still alive, the shaky rise and fall of his chest showed that. The patient stood beside the cot, remarkably looking a whole lot healthier, with her hand on Vincent’s shoulder. I think she was saying or whispering things, but I couldn’t hear what. I… I quickly left after seeing that.
Vincent was found dead in the hospital a few days later. The police haven’t found anything about what could have caused his death. I’ve only told Wendy about seeing the patient with Vincent so far, since I doubt the police would find the information helpful. We’ve both been avoiding room 43, even though it’s probably perfectly normal and clean now. That patient… I don’t know. I haven’t seen her since. I hope I never do.
Statement ends.
behold, Caelus Fairchild, my new tma oc. Yes I have headcannons that are definitely not cannon about the Fairchild’s being some weird nuclear space cult family.
Reach for the moon
This is my tma oc Caelus Fairchild. He is a hahah funny goofy space guy.
(We don’t question the scale of him on the Empire State Building, if it was to scale he would barely be visible)
Here have a shitpost with my tma ocs in it, Odin Greycliff, Max Micheals, and River Trixian, all in order of appearance.
Not sure what this is quoting since I used an incorrect quote generator :/
Another tma oc shitpost :)
Oc here is Thrix my Eye avatar university principal.
More thrix shitposting. This guy is just so entertaining to me and I don’t know why.
Of course an eye avatar would commit heinous data protection violations and use the information against you. although Odin is more the type to do that, The energies of this incorrect quote give off Thrix’s vibes.
This one I actually wrote the dialogue for rather than using an incorrect quote generator.
Thrix may be the college principal, but their tournament and act sort of like a student so they often get mistaken for one.
Also there totally isn’t a cult on campus or anything, They totally don’t worship the Eye and Thrix totally isn’t the leader of the cult or anything.
Wither
“Why do you hate us Raven?”
Jonathan Sims
[Bitter] “I suppose you could call it deja-vu…”
I am really proud of this drawing. I first went and drew it in pen on paper and then took a picture and put it into ibis paint, then fiddled with the settings and then colored it. I like this method because then it looks more traditional and I don’t have to do lineart twice.
I need to post more stuff about this au I swear. I should probably also actually start making the events of the story rather than just worldbuilding. But I also like world building ;-;.
Slot 4 please because this little prick has anger issues
Thrix is silly in that their favourite hobby is blackmail and spying on college students due to not having any actual hobbies. I don’t know maybe they make little movies about their students lives.
If you do pick them simplify as much as you need to since their hair can be very painful to draw. You don’t even need to draw their antenna or extra limbs if you don’t feel like it lol.
hey you! do you like my comics? do you want me to draw your character?
in the comments or relogs put a reference for your Oc, and the slot you want! fan characters from any fandom are fine!
the final drawing will be posted on my webcomic's Tumblr! (which can be found here, and you should totally follow)
slots still available:
1,2,3,4,5,6
but what if you want to draw your own? no problem! you can find drawing bases I've made here!