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martin-enjoyer · 7 months
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"it could've been worse. it's not like we're wrestling with tape recorders and manila folders." really? they're really- with the former archivists and the-? really?
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fightwing · 8 months
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bruce immediately asking if he hurt dick after days spent infected yeah okay dc i see this and i raise you: 😭😭😭
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cirrus-grey · 7 months
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Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck the goddamn music-
I don't know the name for the technique but there's this thing that was in there that's the string players, like, tapping the instrument with the bow to create a more percussive sound and normally I wouldn't think too much of it but I swear to god it sounded like creeping spider legs. During the case set at Hill Top Road. With the very obvious references to the Buried and the Stranger and all the rest. Which dropped about a hundred Achives references including Jon's fucking name???
I have always respected the soundscaping they do at Rusty Quill but they're really going above and beyond for this show.
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nobrashfestivity · 1 year
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Henry Ray Clark UNTITLED (the chains of my nightmare), 1999 Marker and pen on manila folder 111/2 in. x 15 1/4 in. Keen Collection
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manila-custard · 1 year
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Breaking out there autumnal washi tape!
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autoneurotic · 2 months
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nearly any time celia speaks i’m picturing her staring into the camera. as it were. the office-style
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appleciders · 1 year
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If you're still doing the small prompts: Mary + Lilith -> Shannon
“She’s not here, Mary!” Lilith’s yelling now, stumbling through the sand that whips against her cheeks, stings her lips, burns into the corners of her eyes. “She’s gone! Shannon is gone!”
She can hardly see Mary’s figure, stumbling forward only feet in front of her.
“Mary! Please!”
“She is here,” Mary grits out, words pushed back to Lilith by the wind. “We just gotta find her.”
“You know that’s not true.”
The dark blur of Mary shakes her head.
Lilith lunges, manages to snag the back of Mary’s shirt in her long reach. She pulls.
Mary turns, has to turn, to avoid toppling into the searing dunes. Her face contorts, her eyes creased against the pain and the grit. “What, Lilith!” She takes a step forward, hand finding her hip, but it finds no shotgun. “Quit stopping me and help me look!”
Lilith’s throat bobs. “She’s not– She’s gone.”
“You’re here,” Mary spits. She’s too dehydrated for tears—face peeling, lips cracked—but her voice grates like a rusty saw against bone. “You were dead, and you’re here. I was dead, and I’m here. Tell me why she wouldn’t fucking be here!”
Lilith says nothing. Lilith can’t say anything that Mary doesn’t already know.
Lilith can only stare at her, expression bludgeoned and splintered. They used to be three; then they were four; then they were five; now they are two. Shannon is gone.
(You called me heartless. Right now, she feels her heart so keenly, so inconveniently, when all that pain is meaningless beside Mary’s, that she wants to rip it out and grind it into the dust.)
“No,” Mary says, shaking her head. “No, Lilith, no.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Do not apologize!” Mary surges forward and tackles her, lands on top of her, desiccated but heavy, feverish, alive. She crushes Lilith’s lungs, digs her knee into the scaled shelf of her stomach, bares her teeth in her face. “You never say you’re sorry, so what the fuck makes you think you can apologize to me right now? Huh?”
Lilith meets her eyes, centimeters apart. She can feel the pant of Mary’s breath against her cheeks.
“Hit me,” Lilith croaks, impulsively. Hit me, punch me, bite my arm where it’s still skin until it bleeds. You’re alive. I’m alive. Don’t get up.
Mary’s face screws up. “What–?”
Lilith lets her head fall back against the blistering ground. Her grey-streaked bun bunches against the back of her neck. “You think I don’t want to find her? You think I don’t want to find Shannon?”
“Don’t,” Mary growls.
“She was my sister, Mary. She was your– She was Shannon.” In the aftermath of the Vatican, in the downtime after the warpath and the resurrection, Lilith has had to reckon with absence. Has had to look it in the eyes, freed of any trappings of glorious sacrifice or martyred cause.
It’s intolerable.
“But I found you. I found you. I failed you, at the Vatican, I wasn’t fast enough to take you back with us, but– But we can go back, now. To Camila, and Ava, and Beatrice. I’m sorry, but we have to go back.” Lilith was at her mother’s house today. Lilith wore her teenage clothes. It’s an even younger self she wears, now, as she says, “We lost Shannon. We can’t lose you.”
Mary’s shaking her head again. Her lips move like her tongue is desperately trying to wet itself against the roof of her mouth and finding no moisture. Finally, she stills. She looks at Lilith, her eyes dark and pained. “I really hate you,” she whispers.
“I know.”
Mary shifts her knees so they straddle Lilith’s hips. Her burning forehead falls to Lilith’s sternum.
Lilith freezes. She stares up at the yellow-orange sky.
“Thought I was gonna be alone here forever,” Mary whispers, cracking. “When I saw you, I thought….”
Stiltedly, Lilith moves, the way she learned by copying off Mary, off Shannon. She wraps her arms around Mary’s back. “I’ve got you,” she murmurs.
For seconds, minutes, years, she holds her.
“Promise me,” Mary says, finally. “Promise me we’re not leaving her behind.”
“I swear.”
She’s quiet for a long pause. “Then…. Alright. Let’s go back.” She takes a deep, rasping breath. “To Ava, and Camila, and Beatrice.”
Lilith nods. The air burns with smoke.
They fall, together, onto the floor of Jillian Salvius’s lab.
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miodiodavinci · 6 months
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about the packaged au, i've never really seen their full designs other than Kyo and smol Kyo [guitar was it?] where are they?? can i see them??
A H you can find most of the stuff related to it by heading here, but if you're interested in the designs Specifically here's the original post where i shared those for the gang w
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oh...it's the same fucking room!
X and X
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zemnarihah · 1 year
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my little wizard tower i made for my 3d design class btw
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So hows it going 😀
TMAGP 7 is a WILD ride
#First we're already starting off with the end of tmagp 6 with Celia Ripley being the new hire#(And having the same voice actress as a extremely side tma character who started calling herself Celia post-change)#Then you get fucking hit with#“I mean it's an old system but it could have been worse. It's not like we're wrestling with tape recorders and manila folders.”#AND CELIA ASKING IF THERE'S A WAY TO SEARCH FOR SPECIFIC THINGS. LIKE BEING BURIED ALIVE OR MEAT.#I.E. THE BURIED AND THE FLESH#I'm much more inclined to believe that the Celia's memories are seeping into each other than bit characters full on universe hopping#(Oh yeah The Magnus Protocol is set in a world that's parallel to The Magnus Archives; not technically a direct sequel)#[But like they are chronologically. I think.]#Anyway CELIA KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK IS UP#And you'd think things might calm down with today's incident report; it's just Chester (“ai”/“automated voice” also voiced by Jonathan Sims#[who voices character Jonathan Sims. Creative genius we know.]#with another internet-based statement#(HE'S TRAPPED IN THE FUCKING WEB)#Except know it's about a charity shop ON HILLTOP ROAD#For context: EVERY ELDRITCH ENTITY AND THEIR MOTHER FUCK AROUND WITH HILLTOP ROAD#PRIMARILY THE AFOREMENTIONED WEB#WHICH HARBORED THE MESSIAH OF THE CULT OF THE LIGHTLESS FLAME#AND THE CHARITY SHOP *BURNED DOWN* BY THE END OF THE INCIDENT REPORT#We then cut to the other new hire Sam going to talk to Colin the IT guy#Colin's definitely going to be the first to die he's in DEEP in trying to understand the mess of of system that is the OIAR#And he's been adamant against Alice giving the computers any sense of a personality#And what does Sam go to ask Colin? WHO JON IS#BECUASE HE GOT A NONSENSICAL EMAIL FROM A RANDOM USER WHO CALLED HIMSELF JON BUT IT LOOKED LIKE IT WAS AN INTERNAL EMAIL#Obviously Colin's to steeped in paranoia to react well to anything; but what is he hung up on?#That Sam brought his phone into the IT room; and that “it” has probably recorded too much already *!!!!!!!*#Oh and also their boss was like contracted to kill a guy but she failed and Gwen is using a video of it to blackmail her#tmagp spoilers
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teekays · 7 months
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scares me when i'm reminded that fabian zetterlund is only a year older than me that man is FORTY. to me
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banannabethchase · 1 year
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The fact that I am incapable of writing a fic without going wildly and comically over my expected word count is getting very inconvenient.
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manila-custard · 1 year
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Weekly Goal Setting #02
9.18.23
New week, new plans/goals!
It’s Week 38 of 2023. A very chaotic week ahead so this is very optimistic. 
Studying Goals for the Week
Practice Writing 5x 
Read some more of Metamorphoses by Ovid, translated by Stephanie McCarter (audiobook)
Enrichment Goals for the Week 
Finish Grendel by John Gardner (audiobook)
Watch The Curse of Kazuo Umezu (1990)
Enjoy nature/sit outside in the grass somewhere
Eat something delicious!
Start another audiobook 
Planning Goals of the Week 
Weekly Set-up Ritual (Monday)
> Prepare the Hobonichi Weeks  > Review Work Schedule  > Review Enrichment/Life Maintenance Schedule 
Weekly Reflection Ritual (Sunday)
> Go through and mark achieved goals in Hobonichi Weeks > Reflect/Journal on what worked/what didn’t 
Blog Maintenance 
Make Weekly Goals Post 
Make Weekly Wrap Up Post 
Take some Aesthetic Images for Weekly Wrap Up Post
Work on a independant blog post for this Tumblr 
Launch the manila-custard Instagram
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no0dlru · 2 years
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giri-giri-waifu · 1 year
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now where did I put that important paperwork?
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