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Annabel Cane attempts to puppeteer Jon and Martin to end the Eyepocalypse.

For Day one of my TMA-tober form @its.a.trilingual.tree on instagram's TMA-tober prompts.

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The spider watches as her prey wanders ever closer to their final destination, she knows that they will get there with or without her interference but she needs to ensure that when they get there they do what the Mother wants them to. In the current world its almost impossible for her to puppeteer the Archivist, in fact it is impossible to directly puppet him, however she knows which angle will work she just needs to ensure that her timing is right. 

First she pulls on the domains and places Mikaele Salesa, and the blindspot camera in their paths to ensure that the Archivist does not see what she is planning, that would be a sure fire way for a quick but excruciating death. Next she needs to gain Martin's trust which she has been building over vague phone calls which she does hope weren’t too threatening, she knows the Archivists dislike of spiders may have affected this one's attachment to them, so that he will allow himself to be more or less alone with her at the very least he needs to be away from the Archivists protective gaze. 

Once she is alone with Martin she strikes her bargain, they talk for a bit and as the conversation continues she notices that her plan may not work as she intended it, Martin was still to tied to the lonely and his relationship with Jon to complicated for him to fall into the Mothers lap despite his talents in manipulation, she needs to reevaluate her plan. 

She watches once more as the Archivist and Martin leave the Upton house, she has her new plan in mind. She eats one with Mikale Salasa one last time before she kills him in his sleep, its a quick and merciful death much better than what would have happened to him if she had just taken the camera and left. While she does not need the camera’s protection to traverse between the domains she needs to stay out of the Eye’s sight, it is happy with the world as it is and she knows that she would not last long if it caught onto her and the Mothers plan. 

She follows as her prey reaches London and nears the panopticon before she strikes. She watches as Martin and the Archivist argue over the best way to return the world to normal, or at least as normal as it can get after an event like this. She hopes that the joint blindspot of the tunnels and the camera works well enough to allow her to collect Martin unnoticed at first, while she can puppeteer the domain layout she still needs a head start to get to Hilltop Road with Martin before the Archivist can notice and catch up to her. 

She's done it. She's managed to arrive at Hilltop Road before the Archivist despite Martin's attempts at stalling, she's unsure if he was slowing to give the Archivist time or to relieve the trapped souls of torment for longer. Feeling across the Web of domains tied together she feels for the Archivist finding him quite the distance away with Basira, slowly heading this way, clearly trying to make a plan. She turns back to Martin deciding that while they wait they may begin while waiting for the Archivist.

Once she has finished her statement, she feels the Archivist approaching. Turning back to Martin, she informs him of her old plans and how they changed in an attempt to get him to understand, knowing that if Martin agrees with her plan, the Archivist is more likely to go ahead with it. As she feels the Archivist enter the final stretch before he arrives, she decides that it is time to set the mood, binding Martin in tape recorder webs and smashing the camera, allowing the Archivist to see them where they hang above the newly appearing crack between realities opening under Hilltop Road. 

Her plan went better than expected. She managed to tell the Archivist her plan to blow up the Panopticon and how that would end the unstable state reality has settled into. She even managed to get away without getting smited by the Archivist, an achievement even the Mother wasn't fully expecting. Just a few days later, both her and the Mother rejoiced as an explosion echoed through the domains, followed by a wave of change as the world returned to normal. Her puppets succeeded. 

loving the magnus institute job security tbh. the employee benefits aren't the greatest, but the retirement plan more than makes up for it

So I like to imagine what would happen in my domain during the Eyepocalypse, I’d like to think I would be an avatar of the spiral, and I’ve got some ideas

There’s a new painting on the wall. It’s an interesting painting, you can’t quite grasp it, it seems to twist and loop to infinity, and it calls to you. You can see yourself in it, though that can’t be true. It’s just a painting. But that’s not true. You know it. That’s a lie. Lies call to you with their sweet seduction. The lies we tell ourselves. We think we can grasp the truth but what is the truth but a lie. The painting knows. It promises lies and truth layered into and through eachother. When did the painting arrive. Who gave it to you. It does not matter. All that matters is that it is here. But is it? Can we be sure? Can you even remember your name. Not important. All of that is a lie. And you like lies.

A Best Buy but you can never find the place you staying to find,because no one will tell the truth. Everyone insists on random facts being wrong until you don’t know what’s true and you eventually fade into the background lost in the eternal shelves that you aren’t sure are even real (nothing is) what is reality. Who are you. What are you. What is a truth. What is a lie. How do we quantify an idea. In and out twisting a curling the lies and deception worm into your brain torturing you with the knowledge that this is not true, while having no way to confirm. You are being lied to.

good morning tumblr just had to point out real quick how season 5 of TMA redefines everything from the previous seasons. Everything. They were researchers? No longer necessary, all that time was wasted because Jon could just Know Anything. Try to stop every ritual? Jon just did his own that took about 5 minutes.

There was a part where one character, maybe Georgie, said, "Jon, are you . . . Trying to save the world?" And he replied, "ha, I guess I am." Then came the eyepocalypse.

Behold! (Hehe :3)

I've been working on this for forever... I guess it's time to call it finished.

"Hello, Jon.

Apologies for the deception, but I wanted to make sure you started reading..."

Eye open the door.

had a idea at 1:00 am and woke up in a cold sweat to draw some concepts

been thinking about what a successful ritual would look like for the other fears, if they figured out things like Jonah and the Eye did. like… Eyepocalypse but with different fears “in charge” of it.

somewhat obvious, but spoilers for tma season 5 below the cut

The Web… well, the Web was technically in charge of the Eyepocalypse. but i think if the Web was the “primary fear,” things would be a little more muted in terms of domains and everybody’s fears. it would focus a lot on choice, and how every choice made just drags you closer and closer to the thing you’re dreading and fearing with your whole being.

The Spiral would change the world the least, I think. All of the fears and domain shenanigans would happen during sleep, and in brief, flickering visions. The constant questioning of whether something horrible has happened and the inability to determine whether normalcy or horror is reality would feed the Spiral nicely.

The Dark wouldn’t be super great at being in charge, i feel. Some of the fears are fed much better through sight, and the Dark would want none of that. i think it would be rather similar to the Eye’s, with its domains and such… just, someone turned out the lights, and they will never turn back on.

The Lonely is one of my favourites to think about. No domains with the lonely, no no. Every person is trapped in their own, personal nightmare. The fears are all deeply personal, striking the most primal chords of terror while being utterly unrelatable with any other person’s experience.

The End would be what Jon tried to do in episode 200. Quite like the Eyepocalypse, but you can and will die. There are no repeated deaths or loops of endless fear. Once you die, that’s it.

The Stranger would be… well, strange. I think it would be sort of like the Eye’s, with domains filled with other people experiencing the same thing. But I think it would also shuffle people around after every “death,” every time a fear gets its fill from one person. Different bodies, different names, different fears. A carousel of spinning, whirling, changing terror.

The Vast would be very much like the Eye, I think. Just everything is impossibly big. The domains? Bigger. The sources of fear? Bigger. The amount of people being harvested for fear? So much bigger. The sheer scale of the operation is impressed upon those being harvested at all times, the fact that they are only a single drop of blood in the impossibly huge waterfall of dread.

The Slaughter would make things more visceral. Fear would mix with anger freely. Tensions between fellow sufferers would run high, and there might even be a brief reprieve from the dread awaiting through violence. It might even be possible to do violence unto the entities presiding over each domain—though that would allow them to do the same back to you.

The Flesh would make the process of fear being extracted feel like being devoured. A gnawing on your brain and in the deepest pit of your gut that never ends. Also, hunger would still exist. No need to eat, but forever hungry.

The Desolation would make everything more painful. A small stub of a toe would escalate into a screaming, burning agony throughout the body. Additionally, there would be a constant awareness of what everyone you care about is going through. How gruesomely they die again and again and again.

The Hunt would give you the option to flee. Constant fight or flight, but flight is really your only option. It won’t succeed. You’ll never escape. But the fear of being chased will pervade every other fear, and that’s enough.

The Buried would not let you see the sky. Every domain is small and shrivelled, built specifically to oppress you and give the fear coming for you a sense of crushing, choking weight. It would be far harder to breathe—simultaneously underground and in the sort of atmosphere found on the peaks of the highest mountains.

The Corruption is selfish, I think. The bugs and the rot and the cloying, putrid love of that which wants to consume you would spread everywhere. There is so much filth, so much disease that you cannot die from. You must fear that as you fear the things truly meant to terrify you. Give the Corruption its due while being harvested by the others.

The Extinction is probably somewhere between the End and the Web, in terms of how things would go. It is your choices that bring the terror upon you, your ambitions and your greed. And the consequences of your actions snuff out your very existence. One incandescent burst of terror before your lights dim forever