hey guys did you know that um. did you know. first of all did you know i'm losing my mind, secondly, do y'all remember in tma how when someone reads a written statement, they don't really Stop unless they're interrupted? and they read the whole thing easy cheesy, no issues with reading whatever words are there? like. jon literally could read french for a whole statement and was Fine. granted, that's Jon, but like nobody else struggled with pronunciations and whatnot (that i can recall)
presumably, this is an eye thing. either as employees of the institute, or because everyone there is just also eye-aligned in some degree (melanie had the ghost hunting show, the eye is fond of martin, etc)
and then there's tim in season 3 ep 86
[Sigh] Statement of… uh, Benjamin Hatendi… Hateendi? Regarding a… [papers rustling] a blanket. Dead friend. Monster. Regarding his unavoidable and gruesome end. How he tried to hide. He couldn’t. Statement is from… 1983, March 2nd. And I guess… [long sigh] I guess I’m doing this one. Tim Stoker. Archival assistant… Archival prisoner at the Magnus Institute.
correct me if im wrong but i don't recall anyone struggling with pronunciations before this bit. but that's not even the biggest thing here, that's just a lil Taste, a lil Flavor.
note the phrasing there. "Regarding his unavoidable and gruesome end." why would he say this when the written text on the statement says this:
Uh, right. Benjamin Hatendi’s account of… [rustling pages] oh for… a, a strange encounter. Er, statement date, March 2nd, 1983. Melanie King recording. Apparently.
"a strange encounter". that's it. nothing about an unavoidable death, just a "strange encounter". Tim Why Did You Say That.
why would our dear timothy bimothy, who is being pushed to the brink, who is becoming rapidly more depressed and losing hope, say this?
this isn't the only time he's said some weirdly grim shit tho (ep 104)
There was never really any hope for me, though, was there? This was how it was always going to go.
and then there's this bit from elias apparently having Looked into tim (also 104)
TIM
All right, hit me with your X-ray eyes then, boss. What do you see?
ELIAS
Disruption. An unpredictable, angry man with nothing left but the desire to feel in some way revenged.
TIM
[Sarcastic] Ooh, terrifying! Surely only magic could have let you see so deep inside my very soul.
"nothing left" but the desire to feel revenged. and tim doesn't dispute this, because it's true.
when he first joined the institute he did so in order to look for answers about danny, but then he stopped seriously looking. and now that the circus is back, this is all the drive he has left. not looking for answers, just wanting revenge. closure. an end, if you will.
this is Literally It For Him. a couple lines later he suggests elias kill him, he's At The Breaking Point.
he is so tired, he's lost all hope, and he's saying all this grim shit about "unavoidable death" and "this is how it was always going to go" like hmmmm sounds familiar doesn't it. DOESN'T IT (<- is going insane)
(ep 11) [....] despite the rapid response of the paramedics and how much of his medical history I had immediately to hand, there was nothing I could do to save him.
(ep 11) I have no responsibility to try and prevent whatever fate is coming for you. Based on my previous experience, such a thing is likely impossible anyway,[....]
(ep 121) There. That was it. That was our fate; where we would always be.
hmmmm sounds a bit like oliver huh? everyone's favorite ex-accountant avatar of the end?? right??
but then there's this last bit i have from ep 86.
why did he stop reading the statement
Statement.
“My parents never let me have a nightlight. I was always afraid, but they were ju–”
Ugh, this is stupid.
why did he do that. again, correct me if im wrong but when else has someone just Stopped Reading like that without someone or something else interrupting them? why could tim just stop himself?
my theory is this: at this point, tim is completely gone from being aligned with the eye. he no longer seeks to know what happened to danny, he just wants closure. he doesn't wanna do any statement work, and he keeps mentioning these tidbits about hopelessness and the inevitability of terrible events, specifically death.
the eye isn't compelling him to read the statements like it does the others, because it doesn't have as strong a hold anymore. the grip is slipping from him. and by the time the unknowing rolls around, maybe it's lost him for good. maybe he finally fell into a different power he never meant to serve, and yet, he does.
and maybe. just maybe. because i'm so not in denial. but MAYBE. he did die in the unknowing. but maybe he got better.
basically end!tim truthers rise up, this is how end!tim kayaking with his bf oliver banks can still win, etc etc I'm Going Feral <3
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Wanna talk more about system failure?
Ya know what? Sure. I'll bite.
You know how my hc for System Failure is. Rot slowly seeping into the puppet chamber. The utter desperate attempt to physically remove it because it's no longer something you can just unsee since its THERE invading YOUR space. Now seeping into YOU, whispering to you, the foreign voice in the back of your head to stop fighting. To tell you that there's nothing wrong, even the cysts growing pulsating from your joints are there to help you. LET it.
Make it worse. I dare you. Tell me the most utter horiffic prompt you can add into the bunch. Tell me all the details. Something that can REALLY make people question what the hell is this train of thought. Be it physical or mental details. Hit me with your best shot. Starting from now (the previous system failures prompts are archived. Ill get to them but they dont count to this.)
I will draw the worst one possible in all the details and delete the rest. Tell me in the ask if youre attempting this so i dont mix it up with normal asks i get.
Well. I apologize in advance people. Theres a storm brewing.
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snip from blood/biting kink swiss & rain fic uwu (ft teeth stuff. for anyone that might be bothered by that)
Don’t come until I tell you to, Swiss says, and Rain thought that was a given, but he nods anyway and understands why Swiss felt the need to clarify that a moment later. He grinds down on Rain just as he bites down hard on the side of his neck, right into the meat between his neck and shoulder and heat whips through Rain as he shudders with the effort not to come, his claws digging hard into Swiss’s skin. His lips part in a silent cry as Swiss’s jaw tightens down, and he wonders for a moment if he’s about to take a chunk of his shoulder, but then Swiss runs his tongue across the skin and pulls back, a deeply satisfied expression on his face as he watches the blood run across Rain’s skin. He can feel it, burning hot paths as it goes. Rain wonders why Swiss is letting it drip so far, but then he ducks down and laps it up, tongue quick and focused and then his face is in front of Rain’s, thumb pressing his bottom lip down onto his teeth until his jaw opens and he spits right in his mouth, half Swiss’s saliva and half Rain’s own blood.
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It shouldn’t have heat washing through Rain like this, shouldn’t have him rocking his hips up into Swiss, desperate and quick but it does, it does. Bittersweet copper fills his senses, surrounding him, and all he can do is cling to Swiss and whine. He manages to swallow only when Swiss gently encourages him to do so with gentle words and the soft stroke of the back of his fingers against the front of his throat and it’s still hot and thick as it runs down the back of his tongue. Rain’s eyes open, though he can’t recall when he closed them, and all he sees is Swiss’s face hovering inches from his own, eyes dark and hungry, even as he’s brushing his thumb across Rain’s cheek and murmuring, Good, that’s my Rain.
He feels like he’s coming undone, tingling warmth spreading through him under the praise and all he can think to do is close the space between them, slot his mouth with Swiss’s, groaning as his tongue swipes over Rain’s, still tasting of blood. It’s then that Swiss rocks down onto him again, reminding him very effectively that he’s buried inside Swiss, something he’d nearly forgotten with how he’d been so focused on the blood, on Swiss’s mouth on his. He gasps, mouth going slack and Swiss takes the opportunity to replace tongue with fingers, sliding them all the way into Rain’s mouth to the back of his tongue. He can’t help the way his hips cant up into Swiss, erratic and without direction, just seeking.
Swiss draws back and Rain pries his eyes open again to see where he’s going, finds Swiss watching him through slitted eyes, that dark hunger still present behind a veil of pleased. So pretty, he murmurs, just as Rain manages to collect himself enough to wrap his tongue around his fingers, just as he feels saliva collecting at the corner of his mouth and they both let it drip. Swiss zeroes in on it, and Rain knows by the way his throat bobs as he swallows hard it must be tinged pink. Swiss makes no move to wipe it up, grinding down on his cock, hips moving in slow, purposeful circles, pumping his fingers in Rain’s mouth with the same rhythm and it pulls a gargled moan from the back of Rain’s throat. He’s drooling from both sides of his mouth now, saliva cooling against his hot skin as it creeps down towards his jaw. His head is swimming, the only thing anchoring him in place is Swiss’s intense gaze, heavy and dark.
Swiss draws his fingers back and Rain whines, but then he’s sliding his fingertips along his gumline, questing towards his molars and stretching his cheek back. He dips his head down towards Rain’s chest again, and there’s the sweet-hot searing of Swiss’s teeth sinking into flesh, closing above and below his collarbone, the soft heat of his tongue collecting blood. Swiss’s face appears above Rain’s own again; he eases Rain’s mouth open and spits another mouthful of blood onto his tongue, lets the string of bloody saliva drip slowly as he rocks his hips. Rain can’t do anything but groan, a low keening sound that must convey just how much he needs this, and he tries to tip his head back to press against the pillows but Swiss’s finger hooked on his lower front teeth keeps him firmly in place. He swipes through the mess he’s left on Rain’s tongue and smears it across his teeth, over his gums, digging into soft flesh until it stings and the taste of fresh blood bursts in Rain’s mouth. Swiss is thorough about it, spreading blood over each of Rain’s teeth, until his gums are sore and throbbing, something that barely registers as pain before it rolls over into pleasure.
Swiss withdraws his fingers. Rain chases them, unthinking, but Swiss replaces them with his mouth, a sloppy, overwhelming kiss, his tongue sliding over Rain’s, over his teeth, licking up the mess he’s made. His hand rests over Rain’s throat, fingers petting over that first bite, and suddenly Rain is aware of the pulsing of his heart in each and every break in his skin, burning insistently, sweetly. It consumes him, his existence narrowing down to the places Swiss has drawn blood, and then he rocks his hips and a different heat erupts deep in his belly, shattering him into a thousand pieces as he comes.
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