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Desolation Avatar Tim headcanon -

After his brother died at the hands of the Circus, Tim was, naturally, hurt. One might even say, desolate. Predictably, said pain and emotional injury attracted the attention of none other than the Cult of the Lightless Flame, and Tim, desperate for anything that could let him revenge himself upon his brother’s killers, willingly accepted their influence, becoming an Avatar of the Desolation

But the Desolation has never been a benign force, even to its own followers. It’s a Fear, and it’s hungry. So it fed. Not just on the people Tim hurt, but on Tim’s own hurt. It gorged itself on the memories of his suffering, until one day, it just burned them clean away

Now, Tim can’t remember why he came to the Cult. He can’t remember why he hates the Circus. He can’t even remember what his brother looked like, sounded like. Hell, he can’t even remember that he had a brother

But he remembers the pain. He still mourns for a man he has no recollection of, he just doesn’t know why. He hurts and hurts, but without knowing why he’s hurting, he never heals. The pain never numbs

He is, now and forever, desolate

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The Flesh is just constantly wobbling between trans and transphobic, huh

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Michael Distortion has yaoi hands, which means that somewhere out in the world, there's a tiny femboy Avatar who was destined to pair up with him and now never will.

Maybe he's a Lonely Avatar.

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So, I was thinking - it seems unfair that I just keep all info on my projects to myself up until release day, right ?

But also I can’t exactly start posting about all of them. That would be chaos

So here’s what I’m going to do. I’m gonna make a poll - where y’all can vote on which project I talk about first, or most

If there are any specific topics from my projects you would like to see info on, my inbox is open - plus, you can comment it below this post

And for those who don’t know, these are my projects -

1) Crimson Redux - a fully original story about a world where supernatural forces, dictated by the influences of three godlike (and mostly unknown) entities - Alexithymia, Dysthymia and Dysphoria. Follow James Barker, the son of a serial killer, as he tries his best to navigate his way through this world, dealing with love, loss and action as he does

2) Lion’s Mane (WIP title) - This is just a retelling of the story of Alexander the Great and his lover Hephaestion

3) Take My Heart - A modern AU, and supremely angsty Patrochilles fanfic where Achilles is the heir to a massive corporation dissatisfied with his life, and Patroclus is the indie musical artist whose videos he comes across one day

Welcome to my thoughts

The world passes by, and it’s cold. The gravestone is warm. In the depths of Achilles’ fevered mind, he thinks it still smells like Patroclu

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This is actually an excerpt from it

4) Tearing Tides - The story of an immortal, an ancient child of Scythia, blessed with immortality by the Gods, following him through the years as he meets with ancient historical figures and fellow demigods alike, until he makes his way to modern day. Technically a PJO fanfic

5) Avatar Crew - An AU of The Magnus Archives where Slaughter Avatar Melanie King, Spiral Avatar Michael Distortion, Desolation Avatar Tim Stoker, Eye Avatar Jonathan Sims, and Web Avatar Annabelle Cane all get together to form the one big Avatar family, each member helping the others to feed, with occasional intercessions from a similarly symbiotic Hunt Avatar Daisy Tonner and Flesh Avatar Jared Hopworth.

At least, right up until Jon has a change of heart and leaves the Crew for less bloodstained pastures, rooming with Lonely Avatar Martin Blackwood

6) Sunlit Prince (WIP title) - A VERY barebones project, but basically a retelling of the Iliad and the stories preceding it from the perspective of Hector of Troy

7) Vine-wrapped Gold (WIP title) - equally barebones project, but basically a retelling of the Epic of Gilgamesh

8) Silver-sheen Traitor (WIP title) - perhaps the most barebones out of them all, but a slightly modernized (and very gay) retelling of the Bible from Judas’ perspective

Now, I can’t in good faith offer to post about the last three projects (mostly because I’m still trying to figure out what to do with them, and if I should even try) so please don’t comment about them

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ARCHIVIST

Statement of… no one ? Well, that’s rather interesting

MARTIN

What ? How’s that possible ?

ARCHIVIST

Says here these were found in books found abandoned in the woods. Now, doesn’t that sound familiar…

MARTIN

You think they might be Leitners ?

ARCHIVIST

Possible. Anyways, onwards. Statement of unidentified young woman, estimated to be a teenager based on her writing patterns, regarding incidents that took place in the town of Kurouzu, Japan. Or… does that say Uzumaki ?

MARTIN

Spiral ? You think…

ARCHIVIST

Even if it is, we have to record it, right ? Might as well get started. Here goes. Statement of unidentified young woman, estimated to be a teenager based on her writing patterns, regarding incidents that took place in the town of Kurouzu, Japan. Original statement given June 10th, 1999. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT)

This is Kurozu-cho, where I grew up. I would like to share with you, the strange events that took place here…

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And in the sky, towering over us, was a vast… spiral.

ARCHIVIST

Statement ends

Well, that was… deeply upsetting. From the sounds of it, quite possibly every single Entity, save perhaps a few, decided to gang up on this one town. That’s… distressing

MARTIN

What on Earth did Japan ever do to the Entities ?

ARCHIVIST

The lighthouse was clearly the work of The Desolation, and the whole… spiral thing (shudders) was doubtless The… well, Spiral’s work, but…

MARTIN

But ?

ARCHIVIST

How do you classify vampire babies ?

MARTIN

I was under the impression that they were vampire fetuses, actually

ARCHIVIST

Yes, Martin, I’m sure that makes all the difference in the world. Now, how on Earth do I classify vampire fetuses ?

MARTIN

I rather think it… defies classification by its nature, doesn’t it ? It’s definitely Spiral-aligned, after all. Isn’t that the Spiral’s whole… well, thing ?

ARCHIVIST

I suppose so (grumbles) The next time I see Michael, I am punching him in the face…

MARTIN

Maybe it’s just a misidentified Leitner and none of it ever happened ? (shrug) Who knows ?

ARCHIVIST

God I hope so

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Thinking about how no one really knows what happened between Jon and Martin in the end, as they stood in the Panopticon

Think about how no one was there to bear witness to their (potential) final moments alive, how very few people remember them (guessing, haven’t watched Protocol yet)

How their final moments were spent free of the Eye, not just the Fear Entity, but also from any eyes save theirs, including ours

Thinking about how, after everything he went through, Jon did indeed become “another goddamn mystery”

And how, after saying “I may not entirely trust my assistants but I won’t lose them”, he ended up doing both, trusting them… and losing them

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The Stranger -

When you were a child, you were fond of dolls. You loved playing with them. Now, the thought makes you roll your eyes. You insist that’s not you anymore, that you’re mature now, grown up and elegant

But it was you, once upon a time. You stare in the mirror and you can’t recognise the face that stares back. It’s too lanky, too pale, too sad. The smile wrinkles have all but faded, leaving behind a mask sullen and sulky.

Your skin feels unnatural on your flesh, and you can’t quite remember it ever feeling good. You smile all wrong now, but you don’t know what right even is anymore

You take personality quizzes to find out who you are, but you can’t quite seem to understand ? INFP one tells you and another INTJ. A fourth calls you a Slytherin and a fifth tells you that your spirit animal is a rabbit

You’re scared, but you don’t know of what. You feel like crying, but you don’t know why. You’re not you, anymore, and you’re not quite sure what you’ve become

One day, you come to your mother, and beg her to tell you who- what - you are

She smiled genially, and says “That’s just what it means to grow up”

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You don’t think you’re quite right. You don’t think you’re wrong. Your mother told you that God made you, and God doesn’t make mistakes, so there’s no way you can be wrong, right ?

But that doesn’t change the fact that when you catch sight of your breasts in the mirror, all you feel like doing is chopping them off.

You hate your body. You hate your meat. It rots on your bones like stinking piles of pig flesh. You just want to strip it away

You are a man, but the world thinks you are a woman. You are meat, but the world thinks you are human

You hurt. You are a man. You are meat. You are meat and that’s so much better than being a woman that you almost feel like crying

When you tell your mother that, she looks at you like you’ve killed her daughter. You resist the urge to tell her that you have, that her daughter has been dead for years.

That you’ve spent all this time wearing the meat-shape of a woman, dragging it around like Achilles dragged Hector about the walls of Troy, even as it decayed and grew heavier and heavier, until you were sure your back would break, should you have to carry it for even a second longer

You are meat. A man is meat. A woman is meat. And you are meat too. Meat is meat. And you have never felt happier than you do hearing that fact

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The Stranger -

You know your mother doesn’t smile like that. Her face has never been so waxen. Her eyes are glassy and empty. Her skin fits loosely on her face, like a mask of human skin draped over the featureless head of a shapeless mannequin

You know her voice doesn’t quite sound like that, but you can’t remember what it DOES sound like. It sounds the way metal tastes, rust stabbing into your tongue, bitter and unnatural and oh-so-strange

Your father seems distant, ever since your mother returned from her walk in the jungle. He looks at her with a strange fear, like he’s looking at a stranger that’s broken into his home

She doesn’t sleep. Before she changed, you had spent nearly every night in her bed, too afraid to sleep alone. This time, when you went to visit her, you found her lying in bed, back rigid and straight, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, that waxy, mannequin smile still affixed to her face

You sleep alone now. It’s still scary, but it’s better than that

She smiles too much now. She hums, too, strange, calliope-like tunes that swoops and rises with a pulsing, off-tune beat, resonating off your very ribs

There’s a family in your driveway. They have a child with them. It looks like you. It isn’t you. Your father is there, but he’s also standing beside you, eyes wide with terror.

The only one missing is your mother

There’s music in the forest. There’s songs and circuses and clowns

You don’t remember who you are, anymore. You don’t remember if you even are anything, anymore. Your face is not your own. Your skin is not your own.

And you can’t stop smiling

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The Flesh :

Meat is meat is meat. A human is as good as swine. The blade cuts through flesh all the same

The smell of blood fills the air with its choking, pungent stench, and you can’t quite tell if it’s human or animal. You don’t particularly care

The blade falls. The meat screams. Its face is twisted in pain, but you continue cutting. Its flanks quiver, and you find yourself wondering if they taste as good as they look

You are hungry. You have been hungry. You think you will always be hungry

The blade falls. And you frown as the whisper-thin strands of white that are all that keeping your meat puffing and walking tell you that you feel pain

You look down, and notice that you’ve accidentally chopped through your own fingers. Your index lies a few centimetres away from your palm, in its own little pool of blood, cleanly severed

Oh well, you shrug, popping it in your mouth, chewing as you continue cutting up the meat’s loins. Meat is meat is meat is me. Waste not, want not

The electrified meat thrashes again, prompting yet another frown. My, those little sparks are really putting in the work, huh ? You roll your eyes and bring your cleaver down again

This time, it doesn’t move.

You reach over and pop something in your mouth. When it squeaks, you realize it’s a rat. Shrugging, you continue chewing, before swallowing and reaching for an eye

Meat is meat is meat. And meat shouldn’t be wasted on life

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The Stranger -

When you were a child, you were fond of dolls. You loved playing with them. Now, the thought makes you roll your eyes. You insist that’s not you anymore, that you’re mature now, grown up and elegant

But it was you, once upon a time. You stare in the mirror and you can’t recognise the face that stares back. It’s too lanky, too pale, too sad. The smile wrinkles have all but faded, leaving behind a mask sullen and sulky.

Your skin feels unnatural on your flesh, and you can’t quite remember it ever feeling good. You smile all wrong now, but you don’t know what right even is anymore

You take personality quizzes to find out who you are, but you can’t quite seem to understand ? INFP one tells you and another INTJ. A fourth calls you a Slytherin and a fifth tells you that your spirit animal is a rabbit

You’re scared, but you don’t know of what. You feel like crying, but you don’t know why. You’re not you, anymore, and you’re not quite sure what you’ve become

One day, you come to your mother, and beg her to tell you who- what - you are

She smiled genially, and says “That’s just what it means to grow up”

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The Stranger -

You know your mother doesn’t smile like that. Her face has never been so waxen. Her eyes are glassy and empty. Her skin fits loosely on her face, like a mask of human skin draped over the featureless head of a shapeless mannequin

You know her voice doesn’t quite sound like that, but you can’t remember what it DOES sound like. It sounds the way metal tastes, rust stabbing into your tongue, bitter and unnatural and oh-so-strange

Your father seems distant, ever since your mother returned from her walk in the jungle. He looks at her with a strange fear, like he’s looking at a stranger that’s broken into his home

She doesn’t sleep. Before she changed, you had spent nearly every night in her bed, too afraid to sleep alone. This time, when you went to visit her, you found her lying in bed, back rigid and straight, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, that waxy, mannequin smile still affixed to her face

You sleep alone now. It’s still scary, but it’s better than that

She smiles too much now. She hums, too, strange, calliope-like tunes that swoops and rises with a pulsing, off-tune beat, resonating off your very ribs

There’s a family in your driveway. They have a child with them. It looks like you. It isn’t you. Your father is there, but he’s also standing beside you, eyes wide with terror.

The only one missing is your mother

There’s music in the forest. There’s songs and circuses and clowns

You don’t remember who you are, anymore. You don’t remember if you even are anything, anymore. Your face is not your own. Your skin is not your own.

And you can’t stop smiling

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Part 1 of my “Art Inspired By The Entities” series, and we have the End, ft : my shitty art skills

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Imagine a world where, after Tim lost his brother, he went to the Cult of the Lightless Flame for help

Imagine Desolation Avatar Tim, with fire that springs to his fingertips on command, and a disconcertingly amiable personality, kind and charming and so, so similar to our Tim, right up until he sets your house on fire with your children inside

Imagine an Eye avatar Jon who got his powers organically, without meddling from Elias.

Imagine a man conflicted and torn about his actions, orchestrating events where technically, he never directly hurt anyone - think feeding on social anxiety, exposing people’s secrets and feeding on their despair.

After all, if they didn’t want to be his dinner, they shouldn’t have kept secrets, right ? He’s not a bad guy. He’s just…doing all he can

Now imagine a Tim who feeds off of Desolation by following closely behind Jon’s actions.

Oh, Jon revealed that so-and-so was cheating on his wife ? Well, that sounds like a mighty painful experience for the wife. Seems a shame to let all that good fear go to waste, right ? Might as well feed !!

Now imagine Web Avatar Annabelle Cane , watching from the shadows as all this happens.

Eventually, she reaches out and makes contact with Tim, and makes a deal - call a local fast-food place, and Cane will trick them into believing Jon’s a police officer. Then Jon can make the employees humiliate one of their own, as Tim feeds on the target's pain and Annabelle feeds on the control she's exerting, both over the employees, via social conditioning, and her fellow Avatars

Perfect deal. Why would Jon go along with it, you ask ? Why would Tim ? Well, if Annabelle conveniently made them forget the meaning of the terms “strip search”, then they have no reason to turn her down, right ?

Seeing how well this turned out, the three decide to make their dynamic a daily thing, each one orchestrating events that let all three feed. True symbiosis

Maybe they get Spiral Avatar Michael in on their shenanigans too, sometimes - he makes someone hallucinate their way into believing all their secrets have been exposed, killing themselves in front of a loved one, and feeds on their madness as Tim feeds on their loved one’s pain and Jon on their humiliation

Maybe they find that even more useful and now he’s part of the team too !! Woo gang !! Friends forever !!

Maybe they try to get Flesh Avatar Jared Hopworth in as well, only to realize he’s already made a deal with Hunt Avatar Daisy Tonner - she hunts and kills one out of a pair of travellers, and Jared convinces the survivor to feed on the corpse

Maybe they decide - hey, fuck it - and form an alliance with Slaughter Avatar Melanie King. She kills, and the others feed on the chaos that ensues. Maybe Jared and Daisy get in on it too sometimes - one big happy Avatar family, each one feeding everyone with their actions

And maybe one day Jon has an epiphany - maybe he accidentally hurts someone he cares about or sees the consequences of his actions. Maybe he decides he doesn’t want to be an Avatar anymore

Maybe he runs away from the group. Maybe he goes to the Magnus Institute, using his position as a fellow Eye Avatar to get Elias to help him out

Maybe Elias agrees and sets him up in a small house by the countryside. But wait - unfortunately, he’s going to have to share the space. You see, the Institute recently helped a prized pupil of Peter Lukas escape his grasp

Oh, who ? Why, Lonely Avatar Martin Blackwood of course !!

Sorry, just having thoughts about my Avatar Crew AU. Do y’all want me to write it ? I might

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Collecting Entity-themed quotes and adages for a TMA art installation !! Got any ideas?

So far, I’ve got

“This too shall pass” and “The bill always comes due” for the End

“Not yet corpses, still we rot” and “The city was dead, the god of society we all buy into to survive decaying before our eyes. Ships like ribcages collapse on the shore” for the Corruption

For the Dark, I can only go with “If the words of my parents hold any truth, then God is the true monster, and “let there be light” the most evil words ever spoken.” from the show itself

Please reblog this with your own suggestions!!

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