They Accidentally Gave Me The Unheimlich Manoeuvre And I Choked To Death In A Distinctly Uncanny Way

If jon was my boss when he asked me to do something id respond "eye eye captian" then walk outside and immediately get hit by a car

[Extended sounds of brutal pipe murder]

Graphic design is my passion (click for better quality)

I won't have my tablet with me next week so whether i'll have another drawing done soon is anyone's guess lol

a scavengers reign s2 would fix all my mental problems i think

Elias, Peter Lukas, and Simon fairchild 200% have biweekly tea meetings where they gossip about the powers and make subtle digs at eachother

YOU CAN LET US FUCK THE COFFIN BUT

NOT

THE TAPE RECORDER????? LET US GO FUCK OURSELVES, ROBERT.

THE COFFIN IS AN ENTITY THE RECORDER IS AN ARTEFACT WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME

Get this 200 notes and I put the recorder on the Leitner Books Fuckability List

Ladies, gentlemen and all the others in-between, we've done it. The Macbeth essay is done. It is complete. Finished. I no longer have to stay up late nights or be worried about it although I probably did do shit in it

I can't describe now relieved I am rn it's go good

Here's my entire collection of mementos mission front and back covers! [final image in low quality because i had to scan it myself, my apologies.]

funny doodle at the request of a friend

okay anyway. alchemy. alchemy is the big thing in tmagp. balance is huge in alchemy. it is literally the basis of almost everything in it. tria prima--balance the three primes and you can do anything from turning lead into gold to raising the fucking dead.

the oiar is trying to keep everything in balance for the good of the people. lena herself says that in 13. to keep everything going and in check, the "opposing forces" need to be monitored and balanced. they manage the externals and monitor potential externals cases to make sure things are within a reasonable margin of chaos, maybe? that's why they give them specific assignments. bonzo and mowbray and possibly ink5oul if they'd said yes. you can still do all these things to 'feed' (lady mowbray declining refreshments because she'd recently eaten right after we hear a casement about her) but we're gonna tell you who to feed on because we need to monitor it and keep it balanced.

the magnus institute in this universe was heavily focused on alchemy. sam's whole thing that he saw at the institute where that dude just,,, shed his skin after fucking up some kind of experiment, over a person that was "naked and pale and still". maybe dr welling was trying to bring that person back to life?

when isaac newton got a little too crazy with alchemy, a couple of roberts said "hey, we need to Protocol this dude". it disturbed the "precarious equilibrium". threw something off balance. balance balance balance. throwing something off balance means enacting the protocol.

they talk about the great plague of london, enacting the protocol against the entire city. the great fire of london was in 1666, which is also when the great plague is said to have ended. isaac newton's lab caught fire, allegedly after his dog knocked a candle over. ironically in this context, the dog's name was diamond.

the magnus institute burned down.

i don't actually think a "magnus protocol" exists. i don't think there's a specific protocol named after the institute. i think it's a misnomer, we're thinking of it wrong. after all, the protocol is being referenced as existing as far back as the 1660's, but jonah's notes were dated 1845.

i think the Magnus Protocol is in reference to an incident. the enacting of The Protocol against the Magnus Institute. and i think the reason that any cases or information regarding "the magnus protocol" are blocked is because the OIAR is connected to the protocol being put into motion against the Institute and they don't want anyone knowing about it (the office used to be associated with starkwall--maybe?? maybe the oiar loaded the gun and starkwall pulled the trigger?)

there's so many moving parts here and i'm struggling to put them all together without a god damn corkboard and red string.

I am so close to being done with this damm essay, I see the light which shines so tantalisingly near. Any yet, the golden glow of "In conclusion" stands atop a mountain which I cannot roll my Macbeth shaped boulder; every moment I take a step toward the end the task increases the weight tenfold, corrections yearn for realisation and I, a poor fool with executive disfunction, become victim to yet another sleepless night haunted by their apparition.

Either this essay ends or I do