Supplemental? More Like Supplementally Ill

So.

I listened to one episode of tma last night.

Guess the episode based on how insane I went:

Time has stopped. I listen to one episode of this and suddenly all time stops. What do you mean it’s only been an hour? What do you mean that just being reminded of them turns my inner voice into theirs? Into his?

My mind tries to fill itself with static to maybe rid itself of his voice. Of their voices. Go back to what it once was. But it won’t. There’s no going back on a promise that you shouted out to the world. The voices of the people inside this glowing rectangle in my hands will be waiting. Each day I will go back and each day I march closer and closer to oblivion. I have his speech pattern down to a t. I have the voices tuned like the ones in the machine, able to be twisted and distorted, but never truly being mine.

The music itself is trying to drown it out. But it won’t. It knows the voice. Any time it is mentioned, it shudders. There is a dread behind it all. That it will end. Each day I listen, I walk ever closer to oblivion. I walk into the open arms of death, of life, of chaos, of fear. This whole ordeal, this monologue, spoken through the mouth of a man who has no control over his mind once a tape begins to play, all spawned from something simple. A set of six voices. The Book Burner. The Catalyst. The Replaced. The Ignition. The Lost. The Archivist. Six voices, a creaking cabin that threatens to swallow them whole, a world slick with the blood and choking cries of the survivors, and an ever so invasive god peering down and watching it all. He may not know it, but something exists beneath his skin. A power that wants to be released. If one misstep occurs, if anything goes wrong, the shell will burst. And nothing will be able to stop what emerges. Not even the one who raised the larvae, and prepared the resting bed for the cocoon. He too will be forced to face the monster he has created. But that can wait.

58 days. Maybe less. But no matter how long it takes, it will continue. And it will end. As I march, ever forward, toward oblivion.

“It’s very important to me you understand that no action I have taken has been controlled. I have done everything because I wished to.”

someone sedate this man.

Commission for @tea-moth11 for the fic "Cancelled Plans"! Thank you for the support!

like the first rule of cooking is to have fun and be yourself and the first rule of baking is to stay calm because the dough can sense fear

Please…

in these dark times we are all Sam, freaking out when we hear the words “magnus” or “tape recorder”

"what even happens in the magnus archives" Everything Happens In The Magnus Archives. it's all in there. you name something that is in any way scary or unpleasant then it's in there somewhere. if you have a niche phobia or recurring nightmare of any kind, no matter how obscure you may believe it to be, then one day you are going to queue up an episode and listen to the intro music play and then they'll read out the title "episode 42069, catching you in 4k" and recite your own personal worst fear Directly into your ear canals, in exactly the words you would use to describe it. the sixth episode is about exploding worm sex that kills you. and then there are 194 more episodes after that.

Uh.... Yeah! Teaholding for ya all

I took a lot of insperation from awesome curly @cabinette 's martin :D