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But in the end, gravity is a force that applies to everything, and you can only pretend you’re not too tired to fight it for so long before the inevitable buckling of knees, shaking of hands, before your bloodied and frostbitten feet take that final step over the edge and you become everything you hated, everything you love.

Or, Statement of Jasper, in regard to their unique connection with social media.

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This statement is my chance, dear reader. It is the one place where I can be heard. It’s still no more than a small mercy, that hurts me and feeds in return because I know it to be a trap, but I had to take it, and beg the Eye to keep its promise. Ask it to be my theatre, the empty stage where I allow myself to play my story; the odd frame that makes it easier for me to buy into a lie.

The main gift, though, is not the Eye, or the Archivist. It is you.

i participated in the @avataroffearzine !! it focuses on avatarsonas/ocs and features statements as well as artworks like mine. this is my not!them oc, nameless of course ;)

What word best describes the feeling you experience when gazing upon pictures of vast expanses of prairie — so wide and empty that it forcibly reminds you just how painfully insignificant you are compared to the grand size of the universe? For me, that word is "home" ...do try not to overstay your welcome.

FANDOM: The Magnus Archives

WORDS: 4.9k

RATING: T

WARNINGS: Depression, period-typical sexism, emotional manipulation, unhealthy relationship dynamics, threat of death, grief/bereavement.

ADDITIONAL TAGS: Statement Fic, Golden Age Hollywood, (The Declining East Coast Silent Film Industry Actually, But Shhh), The 1920s, Canon-Typical Lonely Content

SUMMARY:

As if she herself is the moon, I thought, and the notion sent a strange shiver through me. I had read enough romantic poetry to know what the Romans considered their Diana to represent. And here before me stood Corelli’s Diana: as awful and alabaster as the page she’d stepped from.

Case 9511806. Sybil Burr, née Hollister. Incident occurred in Manhattan, New York City, in the spring of 1921. Victim’s name given as Albert Capellani. Original statement recorded 18th of June, 1951, by the Archivist, Angus Stacey, on behalf of the Magnus Institute, London.

Trust is a rare thing in this world. If you have this code, that means someone thought you worthy of it. Use Scope to exchange information, find shelter, stay informed, and close in on prey — but know your real targets, or risk becoming one yourself. Scope’s formal removal for breach of duty is more permanent than you’d think. Statement of Atticus Faraday, regarding a safehouse in Alabama.

howdy! here’s my statement from the @avataroffearzine, which you should go download immediately! as for faraday and his story, this is also a special treat for anybody still following pharos by right; if you were curious about scope when dekker introduced it, here’s a look into how it works on an international scale!

Ah. Statement of…Unknown, regarding the death of her son and subsequent memory loss. Recorded direct from subject, 15th July, 2018.

Statement begins.

I guess the first thing you should know is that we saw her coming. Me and the rest of my crew, I mean. Even when we didn’t know what she was, we knew we were being hunted. I know everyone says that us sailors are a superstitious lot, and, well, we are, but that doesn’t mean we always jump right to the impossible. For a while, I just thought she was a shark. Bad luck to have something like that following your boat, even if she wasn’t scaring off the fish.

Statement of Alexander Cromwell, regarding his life as a sailor, and the woman who drowned him.

Cyrus is the lead vocalist of the band DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! (DANGER!x3). They’ve accumulated a niche following on the darker sides of the internet for it’s experimental sound, the unique autotuning of the lead that has a somewhat organic feel to it like it isn’t edited, and the pull the lead appears to have on the crowd as if a puppeteer. Although some have claimed they’ve attended the bright and loud underground concerts of DANGER!x3, no one has actually heard their music, and lived.

There’s a much bigger picture, the spider in the corner whispers, the thrilling sense of a deeper conspiracy crawling across his skin like an itch.