#cassette martin

[freakoutgirl]

Piracy is actually so necessary because otherwise a LOT of media would be lost

[the-magpie-archives]

Cassette tapes are such a painfully beautiful display of human life, both in form and in metaphor. To make matters worse, they seem to have a tendancy to outlive their owners.

One of the first tapes I ever owned was a collection of love songs from 50's films. It was delicate, clearly well used, and old. I adored it. It was only when the tape snapped after very light use that it dawned on me.

That tape belonged to someone, and they heard it, it had significance, it had meaning. Maybe they'd danced to it with a lover, maybe they played it at picnics like I did. Or maybe they sat by themself in their room playing it, and yearning for something they couldn't have.

That was a prerecorded tape of songs and it meant so much, but self recorded cassettes? They're a whole different thing. The very sound waves we communicate with, captured in a physical object. A surviving piece of a soul, one might say.

You could argue that any form of recording is the same, but there's something about the cassette tape that CD and audio files don't have. Something otherworldly, easier to hold, to quantify, to relate to.

Hearing your own voice on tape is strange. However uncomfortable hearing your voice recorded digitally makes you feel, I'm certain you'd feel different with if it was played on tape . And to hear the voice of someone else? A friend, a stranger, anyone trying to communicate? It's oddly haunting.

Many of these personal tapes put me in mind of The Cave Of Hands; it's us reaching out, saying 'I was here', leaving a physical reminder, but one so dependant on tape players existing on into the future. It's a foolish, sentimental, self centered act, and it's so filled with humanity, honest desperation.

Nobody wants to become another mystery.

[disease]

[RARE] MAISON MARTIN MARGIELA ‘PRESENTATION’ CASSETTE TAPE | pre-2008

[underratedgrapeju1ce]

so i got a walkman that plays cassettes and radio this was truly how music was meant to be experienced

[irbsandcheese]

I LIVE!

Unspoken is back with a new chapter!

Chapter 10 features everyone's favorite Georgie.

If you've never seen this before, Welcome to Unspoken. Jon got trapped in the tape recorder and can communicate only with the words of others. Have fun!

[cass-cc]

The Magnus Archives 2 doesn't necessarily imply it's going to be a sequel (or any other specific matter of content) and I just think it'd be kinda silly goofy fun if we had the og TMA and TMA2 as A side and B side of the universe

[smugglethesweaters]

For the first 3 seasons of tma I got mixed up and thought that the tape recorder was the huge big box and for the longest time thats what I thought Jon was lugging around so most interactions in my head went like this

Someone in the archives: why is the archivist lugging around a box that almost weighs as much as he does

Martin not paying attention: don’t worry about it if he tries to “secretly” record you act like you don’t see it or else he gets scared that your an avatar

Someone in the archives: ok then

[worldwright]

according to my calculations it would cost me about $350 to put the entire run of the magnus archives on cassette tapes. will I do it? almost definitely not. is it really fucking tempting? yes

[zippocreed501]

Brian Martin - Sex Tonight (1984)

[remembertheplunge]

Chop. Ponder. Savor

The following is from Black Pearls Journal:

BUILDING

“Our children may learn about heroes of the past. Our task is to make ourselves architects of the future.

Jomo Kenyatta

The following is my entry on the page.

“On this day I feel cold!

 It’s January!

 “The drawing room” has been created. We talk about what books, objects and  art to place there.  Transforms the dining table into a library table. Jim preps soups.  I savor weekend tapes which  contain songs from KUOP Candice’s show (folk music), my KCBS anti war tapes, my mix.

 Life’s about that. Doing. Then savoring. Like soup!

Chop. Ponder. Savor.

1/20/2003 Martin Luther King Day

End of entry

Note:  1/23/2024

My partner Jim and I bought a house together in Modesto, California in 1998. (Jim died in 2009. I still live in the house)

In the above entry, we had purchased some tall narrow book shelves for the dining area and were pondering how best to use them.

I used  to tape radio shows on to cassette tapes for future review. I still have many of them. Amazing to listen to now.

[kidd-video]

Been really enjoying how the Magnus Protocol has been playing with the idea of ✨️nostalgia✨️. Sam obsessing over the Magnus Institute, Alice wanting to rekindle her relationship with Sam, Celia looking into familiar names from TMA.  Even the monsters are a bit of a throwback - a mascot from a 90s TV show, a member of British aristocracy, [ERROR] with her cassette tapes.

And on a meta level - the listeners are playing into this nostalgia, too. The theories that Jon/Martin/Jonah are stuck in the computer. Our excitement at hearing familiar voices again. Trying to  assign the Smirke 14 to the O.I.A.R. cases...

The thing is - nostalgia is actually just  corrupting everyone. Sam's obsession is putting the O.I.A.R. crew in danger. Alice's attempts at reshaping their relationship to how it used to be is harming her current friendship with Sam. Celia's investigations just keep leading to dead ends.

And us, the listeners, our inclinations to apply the old lore from TMA to this new series...it might be causing us to miss some big clues in Protocol...

so yeah, I just think it's really cool how Magnus Protocol is playing with the dangers of nostalgia, especially considering it's a sequel!

[liliactrickster]

I got an idea of Jon eating cassette tapes -literally- for nourishment, and Martin is there to witness this mess

close-ups under the cut 🔽

[theyellowmistress]

“The World”

(my contribution to the @ themagnusarcana zine over on ig)

Image 1 [ID: A digital illustration of the end of the Magnus Archives podcast. Jon and Martin are situated in the pupil of a great eye taking up residence in a red sky. The panopticon/institute is burning and crumbling in the background, as Martin stabs Jon in the heart. Jon’s blood flows down and pools at the base of the House at Hill Top Road, which sits atop a large web made from the tape of large cassette tapes lining the sides of the image, acting as anchors for the web. Annabelle Cane sits at the bottom half of the image, pulling strands from the blood-soaked web and connecting them to a group of planets she sits amongst. /end ID]

Image 2 [ID: close-up of Martin stabbing Jon. /end ID]

Image 3 [ID: close-up of Annabelle Cane. /end ID]

[chris-prank]

Yandere Hunter x GN reader

Peace-Pocalypse Part 1

CW: Manipulative behavior, Obsession, Mention of kidnaping, Implication of murder and mention of blood

(This is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only, I do not support yandere behaviors in real life)

This guy is more of the soft dominante type, so yay no subby yandere this time.

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🪓 It was surprisingly peaceful for a post apocalyptic world and Martin liked it that way. He found it to be similar to the far west, but with modern technologies. 

🪓 Most big cities were destroyed, only leaving behind small villages secluded from each other. Between them were miles and miles of luscious nature. Pretty but dangerous for solitary travelers. 

🪓 You were one of these adventurers, going place to place to create new connections. That’s when you ended up at a village called Flowermore. The name was fitting since there were flower fields all around it. 

🪓 When you arrived, you instantly became an oddity for the townsfolk, since they didn’t get to see new faces often. 

🪓 You were just another stranger for Martin, nothing extraordinary, at the very least he was even a bit wary of you. Flowermore was a peaceful place, where a real community created itself, but that didn't mean people outside were the same. That’s until he got to talk to you and not just eavesdrop on conversations you had with the people of the town. This encounter happened after two weeks of you staying at Flowermore and of him watching you from afar.

🪓 Martin lived a bit outside of town, in a forest nearby. He was a hunter, meaning he took care of bringing meat to the village and he would often leave for multiple days or weeks– hunting animals was not his only line of work, but he kept that a secret. 

🪓 It would be a lie to say that you didn’t notice him when you first arrived and that you didn’t thought he looked cool. He seemed like an interesting guy with the scars on his face and his attire making him look like a pirate. You were so enthusiastic when you got to talk to him for the first time. 

🪓 Martin thought you were so cute while he listened to all your questions, notebook in hand. He could stare at your amazed face all day if he had the opportunity. In addition, he was truly invested in the stories of your own life, contributing to them to make the conversation last longer. 

🪓 Martin wondered how a bubbly thing like you survived alone all this time. Not that he considered you weak, just that it looked so easy to gain your sympathy. He was glad that no one seemed to have taken advantage of you until now. 

🪓 The more he spended time by your side, the more he could feel his feelings grow stronger. Maybe a bit too much. 

🪓 After a month, he asked if you wanted to crash at his place for the rest of your stay. Saying that you could sleep in his bed and he could use his couch. He totally wasnt hoping that you would feel bad and offer him to join you in bed.

🪓 “It's really no problem for me darlin’ and I can sleep anywhere really. At least that way I'll have the chance to show you more of my skills.”

🪓 You were a bit unsure by this offer at first, the thought of living with him was making you all flustered, but you ultimately said yes. 

🪓 Martin soon started to note down in his journal every time you mentioned something you liked.  Once, while he was in a ghost town, he found a cassette of your favorite singer. He relishes the huge smile you made when you saw the gift. 

🪓 He could also feel himself melting in his combat boots when you played it and started dancing. Watching your body sway like that was making his mind go into overdrive. The indent of his grip on the couch was proof of that. 

🪓 If one of your favorite animals happens to be a species that lives in the surrendering area, be sure that he will find a way to capture one for you (without harming it of course.) 

🪓 Martin is not very a plant guy, but he will ask the apothecary of the village what your favorite flower looks like so he can go pick some for you.

🪓 If you’re down for it, he’ll show you how to hunt small animals, by using his crossbow or by putting traps in place. He positions himself behind you, his hands going from your shoulders to your wrist to readjust your posture. 

🪓 “Yay, just like that darling. You’re doing so well.” His face was so close to yours, as he whisper tenderly in your ear, that you almost feel his lips ghosting your skin. 

🪓 Is this just his method of getting closer to you in more ways than one? Maybe, but at the same time he is teaching you crucial survival skills! So he doesn’t feel too guilty about it. 

🪓 Seeing you and Martin spend all of your time together, armless rumors spread around. Could you really blame them? Gossiping was one of the rare sources of entertainment these townsfolk had. You tried to ignore it or just straight up tell people that you were just friends. 

🪓 Martin wasn't bothered by this, that's for sure. When people asked about the two of you, he would respond in the most vague way possible, fueling the imagination of everyone.

🪓 “Mm them? Oh you know how it is… we get closer everyday.~” 

🪓 One day, when he heard from one of the elders that you were planning on leaving, it’s like his whole world was falling apart. You couldn’t leave him, especially after all this time! At this point, you two were literally living like a couple! And weren’t you happy by his side?! 

🪓 “I heard you were leavin’ soon…At least you had a good time with me, right sweetin’ ?”

🪓 Behind his unbothered words, he was trying his hardest not to lock you up in his cottage. He had the strength to do so, but he knew you would hate him if he did. The idea of you disliking him was worse than death, so he decided on a more subtle approach. 

🪓 Martin had a lot of connections outside of Flowermore, some that he wouldn’t want you or anyone else to know of. He ended up asking some guys who were indebted to him to scare you a little. The plan was to fake a bandit ambush when you would be outside the village surroundings. 

🪓 Now, he just had to wait for you to come back to him and act shocked at the sight of your crying face. You can bet that if any of these guys went too far during the attack, he will definitely make them regret their life decisions. 

🪓 “Aw darlin’ I’m so sorry, it must have been horrible! Come here, let me give you a hug.”

🪓 Despite the traumatic experience, you kept telling him that you were determined to continue your travels. That one bad occurrence shouldn’t discourage you from trying again. 

🪓 Oh, how Martin admired your courage and dedication, so much that he could have kissed you right then and there. But in the time being your motivation was going against his plans. He tried to play the reasonable one, using his deep soothing voice while arguing with you. 

🪓 He finally convinced you to settle here by saying that you could just come with him every time he had businesses out of town. That way you could still travel (and he could keep an eye on you.) On top of that, the winter season was rapidly approaching and it wouldn’t be wise to travel by foot in these extreme temperatures. 

🪓 You slowly started to notice how much more protective he had become over you, but you figured it was just out of concern since the attack. You were a bit sad to not be able to explore like you used to, but it’s true that it was nice to have a more stable life. 

🪓 When the snow came by, it truly changed the scenery of the town. Since the end of the apocalypse, winter has become way more magical. You felt like you were in these cheap Christmas postcards just by taking a stroll in town. 

🪓 The cold was a completely different story though. It was so intense that even with the fireplace you still had to wear several layers of clothing around the house. It was one of the cons of living in an old cottage. 

🪓 One evening, you were wrapped in a hand-knitted blanket made with real sheep's wool. The good quality material weighed on your shoulders and gave your body much-needed warmth. You stared out the window and into the distance, your eyes focusing on nothing in particular. 

🪓 Suddenly a black dot appeared between the trees and seemed to grow bigger each second. It was Martin, probably coming back from hunting. Your speculation ended up correct, because the moment his features became more visible you could see the striking contrast of red on his brown clothes. 

🪓 You ran to the door and opened it for him. The man flashed you a subtle grin and with heavy steps he crossed the threshold of the door. Despite the blood, it was endearing to see him covered in snow, his shoulder length hair covered with bits of frost and his cheek burned from the cold wind. 

🪓 After he had taken off his now soiled coat, he took you into his arms and lifted you off the ground. He nuzzled his face into your neck, his beard scratching your skin. The lack of dead prey to be seen on the ground made you think that it had maybe ran away despite successfully harming it. Martin always came back home feeling down when that happened. 

🪓 When he spoke up his voice was low, almost sleepy.

🪓 “I need help to recharge, d’you think you could do that for me ?”

🪓 You cuddled for the rest of the night. Despite feeling a tad of frustration that he always seemed to find the right excuse to make you stay in Flowermore, you couldn’t deny how good it felt to fall asleep in his arms. 

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So this was my terrible attempt at writing an accent that's not even in my native language... If you guys have any tip to make it better/realistic, don't hesitate to comment!

These two drawing of him are from last year, but I still kinda like them, so here they are!

[snekberry]

TMA Time Travel AU Masterlist

The time travel AU takes place after MAG 200. Future!Jon finds himself back in the 2015 timeline without his Martin.

(Note that F stands for Future and P stands for Past to differentiate characters of different timelines)

Links to all the comics in chronological order:

F!Jon's arrival into the timeline. part 1 | part 2 | part 3

F!Jon waiting for his Martin to arrive. link

F!Jon annoying P!Jon into undergoing character development. link

Peter Lukas visiting F!Jon. link

F!Jon getting hungry and feeding on someone in front of Sasha. link

F!Martin's arrival into the timeline. part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Extra stuff:

P!Jon reacting to F!Jon saying that he wants to kill Elias. link

F!Martin on his way to the timeline. link

F!Jon hearing the P!archival staff get along with one another. link

Tim asking to see F!Jon's fangs. link

P!Martin daydreaming about F!Jon's fangs. link

F!Jon getting decked. link

F!Jon wondering what his fangs are for. link

Tim walking in on F!Jon attempting to eat a cassette tape. link

Time travel au poster. link

F!Jon stuck in the Lonely but he's doing one of those babygirl poses. link

P!Jon and F!Jon's surprise birthday party. link

F!Jon and F!Martin reference sheet. link

P!Jon dreams of polyarchives. link

F!Jon and P!Martin interaction. link

[saintbleeding]

[ID: Various digital drawings of Jonathan Sims from TMA, all set during season four. He is a tall, thin British-Indian man with receding and unruly curly grey hair. It Is long and usually tied back half-up, half-down. His skin is covered in a variety of scars, some fresher than others, and he wears rectangular glasses. In the first drawing, he is staring with focus down at the cigarette he is lighting. In the second, he is shown in profile, wearing a noticeably oversized mustard-coloured jumper, the neck of which he holds to his mouth and nose, with a tear visible in his eye. In the third and fourth drawings, his eyes glow red as he looks down with a sardonic smile, then at the viewer with a grave expression. Beside these there is a transcript excerpt that says “ARCHIVIST: (flatly) Or perhaps you could answer some questions.” In the last, he is shown sitting against an unseen wall, seemingly asleep, with his glasses tucked into the front of his shirt, and his head propped against his hand. Amongst the drawings are a cassette tape that has the note “recording by Martin Blackwood” and little hearts surrounding it; a lit zippo lighter with a spiderweb design; a clean and disembodied human rib; and a smartphone with a cracked screen. Above the phone are a series of texts sent seemingly from Jon to Martin: “do you hat e me pleas be honest”/”iM only yipts i PORMISE MAETIN”/”i;m sor ry for inconvcebie d.Ng you :’(” Then, there is a timestamp for “today, 9:34am”, followed by more messages: “Sorry. I want to reiterate that I’m still very worried; I don’t trust that you’re safe.”/”Let me know if I can help you.” The last message is a single heart emoji, but it is showing as not delivered. End ID.]

two of them

idk what to tell u. in s4 this man simply has a certain pathetic rizz. a wet dog je ne sais quoi.