As a would-be avatar of the Vast I feel this in a spiritual way.
ever think about how vast avatars are just like. really short. just so fucking small in every way. imagine walking into a fairchild family gathering and absolutely everyone’s 5′0 or under. these seriously tinyass people just love flying through the air because they like to feel tall. like weenie dogs on the kitchen counter of the universe. they take the “how’s the weather up there” joke and just make it into a threat. they look at somebody who clears 6′ ft and feel the need to fling them into an unforgiving void because tall people don’t have the chops to get out of it. do you want to know what the weather is like up here. fuck with me and find out.
i got literal chills when annabelle explained how the web used the tapes and jon's voice to cast a line out into other dimensions. that's a very subtle way to break the 4th wall and one that adds an extra level of fear to the listening experience. the magnus archives is a podcast distributed by rusty quill, but it is also a lure. a line cast into our dimension by the web. a pathway for the fear entities to follow through to this dimension, should jon and the others decide to remove them from theirs. i'm now not only invested in what happens to these characters, i'm also invested in their choices because of the implication that they will affect me, the listener. 10/10 good horror, very creepy. would listen again.
This is almost as good as going all John Amehrst on Elias's office.
Extremely late crack AU where Gertrude and Gerry met the guy with the clown-eating Monster Pig and just took it back to the Institute.
Jonah-James-Elias: I’m compelled to ask why
Gertrude: This is my new service animal.
Jonah: For what service?
Gertrude, with her longest pointed Stare: Eating clowns
Jonah:
Monster Pig, sitting outside Jonah’s office, staring in at him through the door he Knows was closed and locked when he came in: 🐷
And that’s where it stays. The titanic horror-hog wouldn’t go anywhere if it didn’t want to. It’d be there to greet Breekon and Hope the second they tried to walk in with their delivery. It’d devour them and the table in one sitting just to get at the Not-Them.
It’d lay in wait, lurking around Jon and the Archive crew like a massive pink shadow–
Jon: Elias, I understand Gertrude was attached to it, but are you sure we shouldn’t relocate th–
Monster Pig, in the corner: 🐷
Jonah, Knowing it knows where he sleeps: The Pig Stays, Jon
–and turn up at the Unknowing, at which point it would devour the entire circus.
Jon, Tim, Basira, Daisy:
Monster Pig: 🐷
Its job done, it goes snorting off into the night, maybe heading back to haunt its very best friend, Dylan Anderson…after a brief detour.
Jonah, sitting in his cell: Well, the Unknowing was a waste. At least there’s still the Dark Sun to string them along w–
Monster Pig, kicking down the door, having saved the best clown for last:
tl;dr: The Monster Pig was Flesh-aligned, Stranger-averse, pro-clown-cannibalism, and would’ve saved the day if Gertrude had only taken it away to let it do what it loved
guess who decided to animate and color 2 minutes and 50some seconds of MAG 200? that’s right baby. I’m going to be working on this one for a while, but I finished the animatic, so enjoy the wip.
Commission me 💛 ko-fi 💛 inprnt
Shanks: So hows it feel, married to Buggy and all
S/O: I married the clown and got the circus with him
Thank you, Jinbe, for being an absolute cutie.
jinbe is #1 luffy fan
comic based on my CRITICAL mishearing of a specific line in episode 147 that has haunted my brain ever since
WAIT. WHO'S THIS SPEAKING? I'M INSTANTLY INTERESTED AND I WOULD LOVE TO KNOW IF SHE'S UP TO DATE M-
oh. it's Gertrude. the previous archivist. the previous now dead archivist.
Me, The Magnus Archives 44, Tightrope
You know what I'm going to say...
"APOLOGIES FOR THE DECEPTION"?! REALLY?!
You have to do a lot more for me to accept the apology, Jonah.
Give me a fic where Garp does his damnest to find a photo of Ace’s mother to give it to him for his birthday. Give me a fic where Ace goes to Baterilla and finds an old midwife who remembers his mother and quietly talks about her will to keep her son safe. Give me a fic where an old man with a flower on his head would sometimes visit the South Blue to keep an eye on his late captain’s beloved and son. Give me a fic where Buggy challenges all pirate-hopefuls attempting to go to the Grand Line and stopping short when he sees Ace’s freckles and eyes.
Give me a fic where he pulls him aside and asks his name, and breaks down crying as he hugs him and chants underneath his breath, “You’re alive, you’re here, you’re alive.” Give me a fic where it’s Buggy that tells him about the Roger Pirates, about his fool of a captain, about his longsuffering first mate, of his annoying fellow cabin boy, and of his captain’s lover with a red hibiscus on her hair always. Give me a fic where Shanks fights the urge to hug Ace and wrap him up with his cloak the moment he sees him in the cold. Give me a fic where Ace shyly asks stories of his mother, but doesn’t hate his father as much as he did before.
Give me a fic where Rayleigh gets up from his seat and swims all the way to Marineford, because he’ll be damned to just watch and have another loved one (although Ace doesn’t know him) die when he can do something. Give me a fic where Buggy swoops in to carry Ace and Luffy somewhere far away from the war, all the while screeching at his Vice-Captain, “What took you so long!?” and mentally willing Shanks to show the fuck up already. Give me a fic where Ace is watching all the people who love him battle in the war and win, because he’s safe and in the Moby with his brother crying all over him and wrapped twice around his torso.
Give me a fic where Rayleigh, Buggy and Shanks stand off in the middle of the battlefield, all hackles raised and weapons and fists glinting black with haki. Give me a fic where the entire world trembles in anticipation for the upcoming clash, where Whitebeard gurarara’s with unbridled glee, where Sengoku feels fear, and where Garp grins with reckless abandon for everyone to see. Give me a fic where Law has to treat two human patients with the Dark King waiting in his submarine. Give me a fic where Buggy and Shanks argue while waiting for them to wake up. Give me a fic where Ace wakes up to dozens of happy faces smiling down at him, filled with joy upon seeing him awake.
Give me a fic where Crocus speeds towards them in Amazon Lily, hoping beyond hope that Ace didn’t get his father’s illness. Give me a fic where everything hurts but will be alright, where there are as much as tears as there are to peals of laughter. Give me a fic where everyone hugs Ace and ruffles his hair and claps his back and welcomes him with open arms.
Give me a fic where a flock of crows suddenly circle above them and a blonde man with a top hat comes flying down with the face of a brother thought lost and tears in his eyes. Give me a fic where the ASL become whole once more and are reunited without one of them never having the chanceto know the other was actually alive. Give me a fic where Garp comes weeks later and engulfs his grandsons in a hug and nearly burns his coat of justice in the pit, only to be stopped by Luffy who grins at him like he’s never known pain and forgives him wholly.
Give me a motherfucking fic where Ace gets what he deserves. Or I’ll write it myself.
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