If I Was An Avatar Of The Flesh I Would Simply Use My Horrifying, Body Warping Abilities To Speedrun

I LOVE HISTORICAL FIGURES IN TMA. MY FAVORITE IS WILFRED OWEN(Mag 007). He really was a WW1 soldier, and poet. His military experience was exactly what was described in the podcast. He was once blown into the air by a shell and landed in another soldiers remains, he was treated for shell-shock, and he died a week before the armistice. His work is considered to be some of the best from the Great War because of how well he captured the horrors :D

So Issac Newtons appearance in TMAGP 19 has sparked convo about the historical figures in TMA, Smirke and Haley, BUT DID YOU KNOW GRIMALDI WAS REAL TOO HE WAS BORN IN 1778 AND IS CONSIDERED THE FATHER OF MODERN CLOWNING

dream job is pair of eyeballs that fly around and look at shit

Everyone hype up my sister’s writing she’s an avatar of the corruption or something the way she was feeling that Crawling Rot

I think I’ll crawl off into the forest and give my body to the earth and the bugs. My flesh is battered, stained, and stretched almost to the point of rupture. I’d much rather leave this withered skin lying languid on the earthen floor, to be lovingly lifted from pearl pieces of bone by kind maggots. Dozens, hundreds, thousands of little insectoid legs will so attentively massage tense, gleaming muscle, and detangle gnarled bundles of nerves until it all melts into the mud. My thoughtless brain will pour from open eye sockets as tears of joy, my blood will pool beneath me unhurried as sweet golden honey. My organs, nothing more than shining baubles, will adorn the dull ground at my feet. Porous bones, free from awful, smothering tissues, will finally, gratefully, breathe the fresh air and sip the morning dew. The refreshment will be a welcome relief, after choking down my festering, bodily slime for so long. Joints will slip from their rusted hinges at long last. Please, do not weep for me, I promise that I will not go to waste. Eagerly, I will provide an elysian shelter for the foxes who sleep nestled in my hollow rib cage, feasting on discarded limbs. They’ll wail with the breeze as it whistles between the gaps in my teeth, and curiously sniff at the wildflowers as they begin to gingerly poke their way through the cracks in my smile. Then, the sun will sink, burying itself below the soil where I rest in my bliss, and the night sky will drape a sidereal blanket over me, keeping me perfectly warm even in the absence of skin.

it came to me in a moment of clarity

I’ve just tried digital art for the first time, I think it turned out nice enough.

“It was a small, unremarkable door, painted dark yellow, with a matte-black handle. And it wasn’t there before…It was lit by electric lamps attached to the walls every ten feet or so, and the walls were papered over in a swirling green pattern. Running down the middle of the faded yellow carpet was a rug, black and thick, that disappeared off as the path very gradually curved to the left.”

What I’ve learnt from my last post in like 2 hrs

1) fear the eye ball man

2) John gets possessed by a theatre kid every statement

Avatar of the corruption

i have a confession to make.

i used to give people lice on purpose.

to everyone who had the misfortune of being my elementary school peer: i’m sorry, it was me.

UR SO RIGHT FOR THIS NOT ONLY IS IT TRUE BUT IT COMBINES MY TWO FAVORITE THINGS BOWIE AND THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES SO I TRIED TO DRAW IT

Just got into The Magnus Archives and is it just me or does The Distortion (Michael) have absofuckinglutely MASSIVE David Bowie vibes.

Like I picture him wearing stuff like this:

(^^^ESPECIALLY that one I mean look at the pattern.)

(^ Maybe not quite so wide but again, the pattern!)

LIKE?????

Not to mention all the possible Labyrinth references!

The vast mentioned certified tma post you will be hearing from mike crew any day now

psychology, as written by me and @leastparanoidandroid

anxiety the Vibes

depression the Void

adhd the Vortex

executive dysfunction the Vast

depersonalization/derealization the Vacancy

autistic masking the Veil

intrusive/obsessive thoughts the Vacillation

sensory overload the Very

(yes, we have more, including the Viscera, the Vituperative, the Vice, the Vicissitude, the Vertigo, the Valley, and the Verisimilitude)

I think it could be interpreted as vast or lonely as well