#reaper tutorial

[awaketake]

How To Auto Remove Silence From Video With Reaper

Are you tired of wasting time removing every single second of silence from your videos? In this video, I will show you a quick and easy way to auto remove silence from video with Reaper.

Reaper offers a seamless way to clean up my recordings and remove dead air by using a feature called auto trim. This is similar to what's often called strip silence, truncate silence, or split silence.

You can simply use a threshold and remove all sound below a specific decibel value. In this tutorial, I'll cover the following key points:

What is Reaper

A quick overview of the software's features and why it's a game-changer for audio editing. Quick Install: How to install Reaper with a single line of text using Windows PowerShell (it's also compatible with macOS and Linux).

Importing Your Recordings

Import my videos or media into Reaper for hassle-free editing. Auto Removing Silence From Video with Reaper: Step-by-step process of using Reaper to eliminate unwanted silence effortlessly, including fine-tuning the decibel levels to match my audio.

Exporting Your Video

Once I've perfected my audio, I'll guide you on exporting it in the format of your choice (audio, video, or both).

Whether you're a content creator, podcaster, voice-over artist, or just passionate about improving your audio quality, this tutorial is for you.

No prior experience with Reaper or audio editing is necessary – my instructions are beginner-friendly and easy to follow.

Don't let awkward silences hold back your content's potential or waste your precious time!

Watch this tutorial to learn how to auto remove silence from video with reaper.

Your audience will thank you for the engaging and professional audio experience, and you will have more free time to focus on improving your video content.

[punmasterbaku]

Welp....where has life taken me this year. Oh yeah TO GYATT LAND GOD DA- this is FOR THE SHTS AND GIGGLES Reaper!Sans belongs to Ren Geno!Sans belongs to Crayon Queen

Full Image without Text XD

[jestersmasque]

This is an even older cosplay I did back in 2019. There is a lot about EVA foam I love, mainly its flexibility and convenience, but it's tendency to be undone by heat always made me feel uneasy as a final product...also I'm not sure it's very recyclable. Whatever.

[nightscalestudio]

We've posted all the Dwarf Paladin tutorials on Patreon. Now you can find both tutorials on individual elements of miniature for a subscription, and buy a fully assembled tutorial in PDF format. Join for creative success. We are waiting for your feedback and suggestions.

[thriftdyke]

why is learning a new software so scary. like what do u mean I have to start clicking on things what if it triggers a bomb

[luulapants]

25 ways to be a little more punk in 2025

Cut fast fashion - buy used, learn to mend and/or make your own clothes, buy fewer clothes less often so you can save up for ethically made quality

Cancel subscriptions - relearn how to pirate media, spend $10/month buying a digital album from a small artist instead of on Spotify, stream on free services since the paid ones make you watch ads anyway

Green your community - there's lots of ways to do this, like seedbombing or joining a community garden or organizing neighborhood trash pickups

Be kind - stop to give directions, check on stopped cars, smile at kids, let people cut you in line, offer to get stuff off the high shelf, hold the door, ask people if they're okay

Intervene - learn bystander intervention techniques and be prepared to use them, even if it feels awkward

Get closer to your food - grow it yourself, can and preserve it, buy from a farmstand, learn where it's from, go fishing, make it from scratch, learn a new ingredient

Use opensource software - try LibreOffice, try Reaper, learn Linux, use a free Photoshop clone. The next time an app tries to force you to pay, look to see if there's an opensource alternative

Make less trash - start a compost, be mindful of packaging, find another use for that plastic, make it a challenge for yourself!

Get involved in local politics - show up at meetings for city council, the zoning commission, the park district, school boards; fight the NIMBYs that always show up and force them to focus on the things impacting the most vulnerable folks in your community

DIY > fashion - shake off the obsession with pristine presentation that you've been taught! Cut your own hair, use homemade cosmetics, exchange mani/pedis with friends, make your own jewelry, duct tape those broken headphones!

Ditch Google - Chromium browsers (which is almost all of them) are now bloated spyware, and Google search sucks now, so why not finally make the jump to Firefox and another search like DuckDuckGo? Or put the Wikipedia app on your phone and look things up there?

Forage - learn about local edible plants and how to safely and sustainably harvest them or go find fruit trees and such accessible to the public.

Volunteer - every week tutoring at the library or once a month at the humane society or twice a year serving food at the soup kitchen, you can find something that matches your availability

Help your neighbors - which means you have to meet them first and find out how you can help (including your unhoused neighbors), like elderly or disabled folks that might need help with yardwork or who that escape artist dog belongs to or whether the police have been hassling people sleeping rough

Fix stuff - the next time something breaks (a small appliance, an electronic, a piece of furniture, etc.), see if you can figure out what's wrong with it, if there are tutorials on fixing it, or if you can order a replacement part from the manufacturer instead of trashing the whole thing

Mix up your transit - find out what's walkable, try biking instead of driving, try public transit and complain to the city if it sucks, take a train instead of a plane, start a carpool at work

Engage in the arts - go see a local play, check out an art gallery or a small museum, buy art from the farmer's market

Go to the library - to check out a book or a movie or a CD, to use the computers or the printer, to find out if they have other weird rentals like a seed library or luggage, to use meeting space, to file your taxes, to take a class, to ask question

Listen local - see what's happening at local music venues or other events where local musicians will be performing, stop for buskers, find a favorite artist, and support them

Buy local - it's less convenient than online shopping or going to a big box store that sells everything, but try buying what you can from small local shops in your area

Become unmarketable - there are a lot of ways you can disrupt your online marketing surveillance, including buying less, using decoy emails, deleting or removing permissions from apps that spy on you, checking your privacy settings, not clicking advertising links, and...

Use cash - go to the bank and take out cash instead of using your credit card or e-payment for everything! It's better on small businesses and it's untraceable

Give what you can - as capitalism churns on, normal shmucks have less and less, so think about what you can give (time, money, skills, space, stuff) and how it will make the most impact

Talk about wages - with your coworkers, with your friends, while unionizing! Stop thinking about wages as a measure of your worth and talk about whether or not the bosses are paying fairly for the labor they receive

Think about wealthflow - there are a thousand little mechanisms that corporations and billionaires use to capture wealth from the lower class: fees for transactions, interest, vendor platforms, subscriptions, and more. Start thinking about where your money goes, how and where it's getting captured and removed from our class, and where you have the ability to cut off the flow and pass cash directly to your fellow working class people

[immawraffle]

Just finished playing through the Reaper’s Rewards Event in Sims 4.

Did it all in one sitting bc it glitched when I tried to play a week ago and wouldn’t let me complete the tasks, making me fudge around in the files to fix it, so I wanted to make sure that wouldn’t happen again.

[anarkhebringer]

"We will no longer let every criticism dictate our direction with the game" UNTIL it's the JP playerbase

[rasberryt0rte]

How to cheat in Persona 3 Reload (intended for console players that don't have the time or means to grind money and exp, or simply don't want to)

Tutorial under the cut!!

Disclaimer ; I'm writing this using info from my playthrough bc I didn't find any reaper farming guides on P3R only P5R so my knowledge is limited as someone who isn't good at the game ^-^

Arqa (upper) - Floors 44 to 69 (available on June 14th) needs to be available but you only need to be at floor 62 for the reaper warning to trigger.

Money and exp from the Reaper fight will give you an even easier easy mode that some early players will find useful if they like the Person part of Persona more than fighting (or want to fuse lvl 99s early too).

How to guide ;

Choose 'Easy mode' and you will encounter the Reaper by waiting around floor 62 (let him jump you because he gets 1 turn rather than 4 if it's the other way round) Then all you have to do is press the fast forward button letting your party attack him.

This will be slow, like super slow, my 1st fight took around 2 hours because unlike persona 5 reaper farming you can't use the despair(?) Exploit to kill the reaper after 3 tries.

Personally, I drew the entire time and whenever it said I died I'd click continue then carry on drawing again while my characters got killed over and over.

The exp the reaper gives will go to you and your whole party unless they've died when the kill-shot was dealt, you'll get to lvl 60ish 1st then the increments will lower so to be at lvl 99 it will take maybe 8 reaper kills.

How to increase damage dealt ;

-Once you get to a higher lvl you can use Theurgy attacks which deal large increments of dmg

- I'm waiting till the persona 3 reload+ comes out because the dlc will probs be free then, but if you buy the dlc persona then like P5Royal they'll cost no money and you can equip the lvl 99 at any time which definitely would make it easier to kill the reaper

Any confusion I'll try answer in comments just incase bc idk if I explained it well

[desiree-uk]

Using NRaas Master Controller's Filters, Skill Stamps and Hot Keys - Part 1 Filters

This is part 1 of a little (big!) tutorial on how I use filters, skill stamps and hot keys from NRaas Master Controller together in my games. It's also an appreciation post! 😊

See also: Using NRaas Master Controller's Filters, Skill Stamps and Hot Keys - Part 2: Skill Stamps and Hot Keys

Tutorial under the header!

Mods needed for Filters, Skill Stamps and Hot Keys to show up: Master Controller v.135 Master Controller Cheats v.134+

(9th Feb 2025 - desiree-uk correction: Additional mods needed for filters and door locking system (my apologies! 😌) GoHere v.45 Tagger v.5

Filters:

I use filters, skill stamps and hotkeys for various things, mostly to edit bulk sims, refine door locking options, set filters for parties, functions etc and add short-cuts of often-used MC interactions to the NRaas menu when clicking on a sim/household/terrain. Once you know how to set these, you can set as many as you like and use them in a lot of different combinations.

Here are a few examples on how I set them up, but you can name them whatever you like.

MC Interaction: Save Filter Prompts the user to save a custom filter that can be used for Sim queries.

There are already a lot of default filters for sim-criteria like Age, Species, Residents, NPC etc, but I want to set one specifically for Adult and Elder sims together so I can set door options and skill stamps for them (more on skill stamps in Part 2!)

Click on Town Hall/Computer>NRaas>MC>Settings>Filters Click Save Filter - Age - Adult and Elder Oh, also set 'Species' to Human otherwise all adult and elder cats, dogs, horses and the Grim Reaper will show up! I always forget that part. 😄

Name the new filter (e.g AGE: ADULTS and ELDERS) Click Accept ☑ Your new filter will show up in the list of filter criteria.

I only want these sims to use a particular door. You can use the EA door locking system to select sims you want to use the door if you want, but if you want more stringent rules, then the filters are better.

Click on the door>Lock…>Door Options… Click on 'Door Filter Type - Deny Click on 'Enable/Disable Filters' - 0

Click on the new filter you made earlier 'AGE: ADULT and ELDERS Click on it until it shows 'True'. Click Accept ☑

On the previous dialog box you'll now see the 'Door Filter Type: Allow' and 'Enable/Disable Filters: 1' You'll also see two new options 'List Sims Allowed Through' and 'List Sims Denied Access'.

Click on them to double check you have the right sims listed. ALL human adult and elder sims are showing up in the 'Allowed..' list. The 'Denied Access' list should show all the baby, child, teen and YA humans and pets. (Allowed: 1st picture. Denied: 2nd picture)

You can set any filter with as many different criteria as you want. When you set a filter with more than one criteria and you specifically want that sim to use the door e.g a YA female, with the charisma skill level 2, make sure to set 'Match All Active Filters' to 'True' (above screenshot) so only a young adult, female sim, with a charisma skill of 2 can use the door. If the 'Match All…' option isn't set, then any YA sim or any female sim or any sim with the charisma skill of 2 can use the door - it's more flexible.

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In the next part, I'll be showing how I use skill stamps together with filters and hot keys!

Click for part 2: Using NRaas Master Controller's Filters, Skill Stamps and Hot Keys - Part 2: Skill Stamps and Hot Keys

[gaypleasantview]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☆ don't fear the reaper. // Halloween Drop Day 4 ☆₊‧⁺˖⋆

⋆ 4t2 conversion of grimmbats's Skeleton String Lights

⋆ shiftable wall decoration in two versions (V2 repositoried to V1)

⋆ polycount: 2398 (V1) / 1394 (V2)

⋆ two recolorable channels with 10 swatches each, all in 256x256 textures

⋆ files are compressed, clearly labeled and made with love

Link, swatch and more info under the cut ♡

Hey everyone!! And happy Halloween! Here comes the last thingie I'm gonna be uploading this spooky season. I really like @grimmbats's creations (truth be told, this isn't even the first thing of his I've converted, but I've never posted the other one... yet?), and this one in particular caught my eye as something to convert for Halloween, of course. It's a super adorable set of skeleton string lights! They are located under Decorations/Wall, right where the Maxis decorative string lights are, and for the humble amount of §30 you can put them up anywhere in your house. They are not super low-poly but I think it's still quite decent. There are two versions, V1 is the one presented in the preview and in the swatch down below, and V2 looks like this:

You will need V1 to use both because V2 is repositoried to it, meaning it will use all the same textures that V1 uses. I took the original colors and added a bunch of new ones, and the string itself is now also recolorable, which I never intended at first but it kinda just happened? Both channels share one texture, and you can mix and match the recolors however you want.

Fun feature: their bright colors stay bright even when it's completely dark! I think it's super appropriate for the theme, and while these aren't actual lights, they might create an illusion of glowing a bit. This is how they look with and without lighting in the room:

I hope you enjoy using them!! I know I will, they're super cute!

Credits: @grimmbats for the original mesh and base texture, HugeLunatic and PForestsims for the tutorials that I keep using for various stuff on a regular basis.

♡ Download ♡

SFS | Mediafire

♡ Swatch ♡

[petalruesimblr]

Simtastic Haunting Shirts

Individual files: Shirt Male - Sim File Share | Shirt Female - Sim File Share Bulk Download: Sim File Share

Get ready to summon your inner Sim this Halloween with this t-shirt that will keep you looking boo-tiful while you navigate the spooky side of life - just watch out for the Grim Reaper!

Ages: YA | A Genders: M | F Notes: Not Valid for Maternity and Random Clothing Category: Everyday, Sleepwear and Athletic Features: Shirts are re-colourable but the stencil (face) isn't (refer to in-game pictures below the cut) EA Mesh Used: Top Shirt Tee Crew for both female and male File Type: Package Min. Required Game Version: 1.42 Packs Needed: The Sims 3

Hello and welcome back to my blog!

As Halloween approaches, I’m excited to share my second treat for this year’s #Simblreen: custom clothing inspired by the spooky season! This Halloween-themed shirt features four designs and I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed creating it! If you missed the first treat, click here to check it out.

Click on the ’Keep Reading’ below for more information and pictures on this custom content.

📣 Right-click on a picture and select ’Open image in new tab’ for a clearer view. I mentioned in my first simblreen post that I wanted to share something different from my usual content for this Halloween and there are only two things I can think of to share that I usually create for my own game: custom paintings and shirts. For creating custom shirts or outfits for my career, I usually use CAS Texture Unitool because it is much easier for me and the images used for the stencils are still sourced from Pixabay, where they share stock photos and images. I'm not sure if I should share more of this type of content in the future or if anyone is even interested in these, as I know they are not the best out there. But we’ll see - maybe I’ll gain more confidence in sharing them! If you’re interested in starting to create your own custom shirts or adding stencils in the game, I’ve included a few tutorial links under Credits below. All details for the shirt and in-game pictures are already provided above, so let me know if you have any questions or experience any problems on your end!

MTS Tutorial - Custom Clothing Stencils MTS Tutorial - Adding Custom Stencils Pixabay LGR Video Tutorial CAS Texture Unitool (CTU) @simblreenofficial

[oftenwantedafton]

wither | steve raglan x f!reader

You first meet him in the abandoned cemetery in the woods outside of your school.

Steve Raglan, the part time guidance counselor who moonlights as a security guard at a department store at the local shopping mall on the weekends.

The man with the easy smile that never seems to reach his eyes; who appears to be a little too eager to break the rules; to ask you to keep secrets.

The man who is not a man at all, but something ancient, powerful…and deadly.

Explicit content, 5.8k words, new chapter 2/25/25

chapter four ao3 link, previous chapters available on ao3

You have a gift for Steve Raglan.

Just a little something that had caught your eye at the register when you’d been browsing your favorite store during your lunch break last night, the one with the concert tshirts and jewelry and those boots you couldn’t refuse that are now buried in the back of your closet, probably never to be worn again. Another impulse purchase, this time a keychain with a cartoon styled grim reaper, a black feline companion curled up near the hem of its robe. You’ve no idea if the guidance counselor even likes cats, but it had been too charming to pass up. Maybe he’ll tack it to that cork board in his office. Glance at it on occasion and think of you.

Only fair, since you can’t stop thinking about him.

Your biology professor is currently lecturing on Mendelian inheritance, and although you enjoy working out the neat divisions of probabilities for passing on dominant and recessive traits, you can’t help but find your mind wandering. Pea plants become apple trees in the abandoned orchard. Wild horses. A secret place he’d shared with you.

The ringing of the final bell doesn’t register immediately. You’re still daydreaming, the sights and sounds of your fellow classmates’ chairs scraping across the floor as students begin standing and gathering their things only vaguely noticed. You’re staring now at the seat normally occupied by Heather, the cheerleader that had nabbed your notebook in an attempt to embarrass you by showing your doodles of the guidance counselor. You could have sworn you'd seen her in your Spanish class earlier. Was she cutting and leaving early?

You shake your head, finally gathering your things together. Notebook and text and mechanical pencil secured in your backpack, Steve’s keychain tucked in the left hand pocket of the cardigan now knotted around your waist. Unacceptable during regular school hours, but now you’re free to wear the uniform however you like. You stop by your locker to make the final exchange of texts for the day, then begin heading upstairs to the faculty offices, digging around to retrieve Steve’s present. It’s really too warm to be bringing the sweater anymore even for use during the cooler morning hours, let alone actually wearing it. At least you’d had the foresight to wear a short sleeved blouse.

You reach the top landing, the small figurine dangling from your fingers. The temperature is noticeably warmer here. You’re suddenly craving an ice cream. Maybe he’ll bring you to the local stand. You really could go for a maple walnut cone right about now.

Voices emerging from the corridor ahead make your steps slow. Familiar. Steve’s. And…Heather? So she was here after all. Huh.

You round the corner and stop dead in your tracks.

The older man is leaning close to the blonde senior, one arm braced against the wall, his face hovering near her ear. She’s pressed between his body and the small sliver of free space not covered by the bulletin board with its job postings and tutorial offers and college advertisements, looking somewhat dazed, eyes glassy and unfocused and her lips slightly parted. The keychain slips from your fingers and strikes the wooden floor with a sharp crack of sound. Steve’s eyes shift to find yours.

“Wait.”

That is the exact last thing you intend on doing. You immediately turn and run.

Nausea turns your stomach as you race back down the stairs, your bookbag bouncing painfully against your shoulder blade. You try to blot out the image you’d just seen, but it stubbornly haunts you as you descend another flight, ignoring the guidance counselor’s voice calling your name. The intimacy of that scene. How close they’d been. Jealousy flares, followed by a sense of betrayal. For all his claims of having no interest in the “vapid” teenager, it seems he’d lied all along. How many other young women was he seducing? Stupid, to think you were the only one. That you were special.

You burst through the side entrance, emerging onto the parking lot. Your name is called again but you don’t respond, angling towards the trees bordering the property. Why was he even bothering chasing you?

Right at school. Right where anyone could see. He’s never done that with me. You refuse to let yourself cry. You’ll be damned if you give him the satisfaction. You should report him. He’d be fired. Gone. Out of your life.

Steve is fast.

Faster than you’d imagined possible, somehow closing the distance between you even though you’d gotten a head start on him. You know the path through the woods like the back of your hand, but so does he. Your lungs are beginning to burn. You can’t keep up this pace much longer. The bag slips from your shoulder and you allow it to drop to the ground, hoping it will aid your speed. You keep going, not daring to look back at your pursuer.

He’s on you in seconds, his arms wrapping around you from behind, trapping you against his body. You squirm and wriggle and writhe but you can’t seem to free yourself.

“Stop fighting me,” he says beside your ear. He does not sound winded like you do, gasping for air; instead, his tone is remarkably calm. “You can’t escape.”

“Let me go.” You grit your teeth, still struggling, but it’s like being embraced by bands of iron. He’s simply too strong.

“No.”

“Whatever bullshit lie you’re about to come up with this time, save it. I don’t need to hear it.”

A pause. “What other lies do you think I’ve told you?”

“Oh, please. Should we start with, oh, I don’t know, that plot in the cemetery over there?” You glare at the stone wall encircling the graveyard ahead of you. Funny how the two of you keep ending up here.

“I already explained that situation to you.”

“Yeah. And I’m still not buying it.” You jerk against his arms, surprised when he abruptly releases you. You whirl around to face him, taking a couple of steps backward.

“Do you want to see what’s buried there? Should we go see?”

The placid neutrality in his tone is infuriating. You didn’t expect this response. He looks so guileless. Were you misjudging him? Was there a reasonable explanation for what you’d just witnessed outside the faculty offices? Of course there isn’t. Any more than there’s a deer enjoying eternal rest a few feet away, you silently reprimand yourself.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“How else am I to convince you?”

You shake your head. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter.”

“It does.” He takes a step closer but you refuse to budge, standing your ground. “You didn’t see what you thought you saw.”

“Bullshit.”

“She’s on drugs. That’s why she’s been absent from school so often. She nearly collapsed outside my office. If I hadn’t intervened—”

“—There’s no way. She’s always been so careful about her health. She has to, to keep her position on the cheerleading squad. There’s no way she’s suddenly decided to throw it all away,” you argue.

“Unfortunately, she has.”

“No.” You shake your head. “You’re making this up. I saw you together. Heard you. The way you were leaning, murmuring in her ear…I’m not stupid, Steve. I know what I saw. I’m going home now.” You begin walking past him, intent on retrieving your book bag, when his fingers curl over your forearm, those cold digits halting you.

“Don’t touch me.” You try to jerk your arm away but his grip only tightens. You pull even harder, panicking like an animal caught in a trap, suddenly stumbling over a concealed tree root and losing your balance. You tumble backward and the bearded man moves with you. He snakes a hand around to the back of your head to keep it from striking the ground in the nick of time, bracing himself with the other to prevent his body from collapsing on top of you. You try to sit back up but he abandons the cradle of your head to clamp over your shoulder, pressing you firmly back down once more.

“Damn it, Steve, I said let me go!” Once again your attempts to free yourself prove futile. His hand won’t budge.

“Only if you promise to listen to what I have to say.”

“I already did.”

“You have no reason to be jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” you protest, well aware that you’re not convincing anyone. From above you hear crows circling and squawking, perhaps complaining about this disturbance in their territory.

“I don’t want her.”

You remain silent, glaring defiantly at him.

“Don’t you know by now? I only want you.”

Your breath hitches at this declaration. “I don’t believe that, either,” you say softly, feeling your body already betraying you, going limp against him. “Convince me,” you challenge.

“How do you suggest I do that?” His face lowers, moving closer to yours. He’s no longer trapping your shoulder, instead bringing a hand to your cheek, stroking along your jaw, coming to rest beneath the edge of your lower lip.

“I don’t know.”

You can smell the soil beneath your body, slightly metallic and musty, the forest scents stirring from the press of your body, from the clutch of his fingers. The older man’s eyes are muddy, dark with desire. His chest heaves as if he’s finally succumbing to the exertion he’d endured during his sprint after you, his glasses slipping down his nose.

“Yes, you do. Say it,” he breathes, the words hot against your face. “One word is all that separates you from what you want. What we want,” he adds, his face dipping closer.

Your heart pounds fiercely in your chest. You can’t look away from the man above you, his gaze radiating want, reflecting your own back at you.

“Yes,” you whisper.

A sigh echoes between you. The forest has gone silent. Now you feel cold, pressing along your back through your school blouse, licking along the backs of your thighs where your skirt has ridden up.

Steve’s lips touch yours.

You whimper, arching your spine. Closer. You want him closer. Deeper. More. You clutch handfuls of his shirt, grab at his tie. His tongue darts across yours. Rapid. Teasing. Then a more gradual slide. Trickling. Saliva building. Unsure where to put it. You offer it and he drinks it in. His beard tickles your skin. His body lies along yours now, his weight dropping down. You feel him, hard and eager between your thighs, your legs already parting to make room for him.

Like animals, rutting around in the dirt, you should feel shame but you don’t, too lost in the moment you’d been waiting for. Last year’s leaves become tangled in your hair and the sun filtering through this spring’s new ones kisses Steve’s back, lighting his hair and beard aflame with glints of silver. He moans, a broken little bit of sound pressed against your neck as his hips roll forward, grinding his body against yours.

“Come home with me.” Command or invitation, you accept it either way, gasping your agreement.

***

The reaper looks over at you and thinks you have never been more appealing.

Sitting there in the passenger seat of the vintage sedan with your mussed hair and rumpled blouse, the smear of dirt on your pale skin like a streak of charcoal where he’d touched you, marked you as his before claiming your mouth for the first time.

He’d known you’d been drawing near to his office earlier, ever aware of your heartbeat, distinct among all the other prey, but the spell he’d been incanting could not be interrupted, lest he jeapordize your own safety. If he was being perfectly honest, though, he’s beginning to tire of the other girl’s gradual destruction, the revenge becoming less satisfactory as time wears on. He wants other things.

He wants you.

And he has you, now hesitating on the threshold of the door leading from the garage into his home.

“Go on in. You know the way,” he coaxes from behind your shoulder. His voice sounds raw, dry. His mouth aches with the memory of the taste of yours.

You turn to face him once you’ve reached the living room. “I’m dirty. I need to wash up.”

“Of course.” He follows you to the bathroom, where you briefly rinse then begin lathering your hands, your eyes darting frequently to check your appearance in the mirror, to steal glances at him. He stands just behind you, his own hands, far more stained than yours, covering your fingers, spreading the soap before guiding your joined hands back under the water streaming from the faucet. Your fingers tangle and separate, caress and hold. You trace over his knuckles and nail beds, stroking away the dirt that has lodged in the creases, shaking your head slightly.

“What?”

“I’m not used to seeing them like this. They’re usually so tidy. And they’re almost warm for a change,” you add with a hint of wonder in your voice.

You’ve no idea, of course, of how every point of contact brings you so dangerously close to perishing; how much effort he must exert to keep you safe. It adds another layer to this dangerous attraction between you, thrilling and challenging.

You scrub at the smear of dirt on your cheek and shut the faucet off and your head lifts, your eyes meeting his in the mirror. He brings his hand, still dripping wet, to tuck around your waist, bending his mouth to your ear. “I’ll need to put your clothes in the wash,” he murmurs. “Can’t send you home filthy later, can I?”

“No,” you agree. Your heart rate is elevated again, a pleasant sound only he can hear as you begin slowly unbuttoning the top two buttons your blouse. His breath hitches as he watches you undress in the mirror, finally grabbing a handful of the material and tugging it free from its tuck beneath the waistband of your skirt to assist you.

He chuckles softly at his own impatience, forcing himself to wait for you to finish unfastening the rest of the buttons. A sensible white cotton brassiere encases your breasts, a perfect match for the panties revealed once you unbutton your skirt. This joins the other garment on the counter. It would be so easy to have you right then and there, but he’s waited this long; a little more patience and you’ll be in his bed. “Go wait for me upstairs while I go toss this in the wash.”

Steve doesn’t bother with his own soiled clothing; he can take care of that later. Only yours fills the metal drum of the washing machine. He hastily pours a capful of liquid detergent into the dispenser and selects the proper settings before moving to the stairs.

You’re waiting at the top of them, hovering outside of his bedroom door. His steps slow as he approaches. “You were meant to go in.”

“I was waiting for you.”

“Stalling?” He teases gently.

“No.” You don’t seem to know what to do with your arms, alternating between folding them across your chest or letting them dangle at your sides.

“Nervous?”

You hesitate, then nod.

“What happened to that brave young woman that tried to seduce me when she spent the night here, hmmm?” He moves forward, trapping you against the closed door.

You swallow, trying to gather your courage, your chin lifting slightly. “She’s still here.”

“Is she?”

“I thought you’d be undressed by now, to be honest. What about washing your clothes?” You gasp when he suddenly cups the side of your neck, tilting your jaw further back with his thumb.

“I’m not going to hurt you. As much as I can help it,” he promises. “Do you believe me?”

You're trembling like a leaf, but still you answer bravely. “Yes.”

He can’t wait any longer, capturing your mouth once again. You moan, your hands twining around his neck while his begin stroking over your body, massaging breasts and hips and buttocks. He fumbles for the doorknob at your back and guides you into the room, steering you by your hips as you walk backwards, finally reaching the mattress and sitting down heavily onto it.

The guidance counselor begins removing his clothes, starting with the glasses, then his tie, then his shirt and undershirt. Your eyes follow every motion closely, especially when he unfastens his belt, but this is where he pauses, instead gesturing for you to push back further onto the bed.

There are still bits of forest floor debris threaded in your hair, discovered when he sinks his fingers into it, ravishing your lips and cheeks and ears and throat. Your skin tastes of the lightly perfumed cosmetics you’d applied earlier that day, your mouth so impossibly honey sweet, elements of youth and vigor and desire mingling on his tongue. He feels some of the tension ease from your frame before he begins working his way further down your body, trailing kisses, finally arriving at your abdomen. He pulls your underwear down over your hips and thighs, past your knees and ankles while you keep your legs close together, still clinging to a last bit of modesty and shyness before his hands part your knees and he has his first glimpse of your sex. He approaches that place slowly, first doting on your inner thighs, mound, the outermost edges, caressing with his fingers, then shifting his body, sliding down until his face rests between your thighs.

If he’d thought your kisses were intoxicating, that first taste of your pussy is pure ambrosia, made all the more sweeter by the sounds that escape you with each new discovery of what you like. He laps between your folds and nudges your clit and you arch towards him, threading your fingers through his hair. He introduces his fingers gradually inside of you, meeting a tight, resistive heat, the soft, smiling pleasure washing over your features switching to frowns and winces. He coaxes you past it, licking and sucking to soothe your body, gradually moving you back over the line towards pleasure.

Crawling back up to meet your mouth, he shares your intimate taste while unfastening his fly and pulling his cock free.

“Steve, I’m not on birth control,” you gasp, a note of clear panic in your tone.

“I can’t get you pregnant,” he murmurs, nipping your earlobe. “You don’t need to worry about that.”

“Oh,” you huff as he he drags the head of his cock against your clit, then slides it down between your lips, then back up again. “Oh!” A loud sound as he unexpectedly ceases teasing his flesh against yours, this time pressing inside of you, stretching your opening.

“Fuck,” he curses. Even though he’d attempted to prepare you, it seems your body is still resistive. “Try to relax. It’ll go easier.”

“Yeah.” Your breaths come in short, tight pants. Painful for you still, though you’re enduring this so well. He kisses you gently to distract you, slowly thrusting in and out.

“Good girl. You’re such a good girl…Wanted you for so long…”

A whimper. You’re moving your hips now to meet his, encouraging him. “How long?”

He pulls back to study your features. “Since the first moment I laid eyes on you, that day in the cemetery.” Your lashes lift with surprise at this statement. “Always wanted to make you mine.” His pelvis moves a little faster, earning a new sound from you. “And now you are mine,” he whispers before crushing your mouth, his fingers digging into your waist as he fucks you deeper.

“Steve.”

He makes a hasty grab for your legs, readjusting you and pressing you flatter, his body slapping insistently into your wet pussy, the mattress creaking with each movement. He wants to be inside you forever; he wants to share the release of your little death. His face hovers above yours, watching you, his jaw clenched with the effort of not snapping those fragile, flailing limbs beneath him, teeth and nails not shredding you to pieces; of not reducing you to ash and cinders with his terrrible powers. You shake in pleasure and he trembles with restraint barely held in check, his irises lit with a supernatural glow. The moment you begin convulsing, wracked with bliss, your muscles clenching around him, he finally releases, flooding your body with seed that will never find purchase, the gift of creating new life forever denied the master of death.

***

Your body aches.

The memory of the feel of Steve inside of you still lingers, long after you’ve been dropped off near your house, now clad in a clean school uniform.

So. No longer a virgin.

You suppose, in many ways, it had gone as you’d expected. Physically, perhaps. But on other levels…

Since the moment I laid eyes on you…

That had come as a bit of a surprise. Heat of the moment, maybe. Not to be taken too literally. But the way he’d sounded. The way he’d looked at you. You swear sometimes his eyes look like they’re on fire.

And after. After, when he’d cradled you in his arms until it had been time to get your clothes into the dryer. Then right back to embracing you again. Cuddling. Even better than the sex, maybe. That raw affection. God, you crave more of it already. That little secret smile of his when he’d pulled up to the curb. His fingers tightening around yours before releasing you. Handing you your school bag. Promising to see you after school the next day. You'd wanted to kiss him goodbye, but you know you need to be cautious.

You still have to keep this a secret.

The rest of your evening passes by surprisingly normal. Dinner, homework, bed. You yawn and turn over on your side. You think you’re going to sleep well tonight. It had been such an exciting, exhausting afternoon. You wonder if Steve is in bed now, too. If his bedding smells like you. The sex you’d had. Maybe he’s changed it. Is he thinking about you?

You can’t stop thinking about him.

***

“What if someone comes by?”

You’re in the backseat of Steve’s car the next afternoon, straddling his thighs. As much as you like the idea of fooling around again, you’re more than a little wary of being discovered. True, you rarely see anyone use the old dirt road, but it does happen on occasion. He wasn’t pulled that far off into the trees.

“We’ll stop if they do. Don’t worry about it.” He’s bypassed unhooking your bra, instead shoving it up over your breasts so he can suck each nipple in turn, stealing your breath for a few moments before you manage to recover at the feeling of that hot, wet mouth suckling the sensitive tissue.

“Fuck, Steve. You won’t even kiss me anywhere near my house, but you want to fuck me in the woods next to the school? Why can’t we just go back to your house?”

“Because that will take too long. I want you now,” he counters, patting your buttocks. “I promise you no one is going to find us here. Now pull your panties down.”

“It’s not easy, you know. There’s not that much room to maneuver in here.”

“Shall we have a repeat performance of yesterday afternoon? Rolling around on the ground…?”

“No.” Your cheeks turn scarlet. “Give me a second.” You raise your hips and tuck your hands beneath your skirt, tugging your underwear downward while trying to keep your head lowered so you don’t hit the roof of the car.

“You could step outside if that would be easier.”

“Now you tell me.” You begin to bring your knee back across his lap but he halts you, his hand pressing firmly against it.

“Never mind. I’ll help you.” There’s an awkward moment where one legband almost gets caught on your foot as he assists you to struggle out of one side of your panties, but you eventually manage the task together. “Much better,” he sighs, tucking his hand beneath your skirt and lightly dragging his knuckles across your bare pussy.

You hiss at the sensation, nuzzling against his shirt collar. He isn’t wearing a belt today, saving you a step in getting his khaki pants opened. Yesterday he’d done this for you; it’s a little unnerving being the one doing it. You can feel the heat radiating from his cock before you even pull it free of his briefs.

“That feels good,” he hums before sucking on your bottom lip. “I like your hands on me.”

“Yeah? You could have had them there a lot sooner.”

“Regaining some of our confidence, I see.” He slides down a bit, then pulls on your thighs to guide you into place. “You weren’t ready before. You’re still afraid,” he remarks, waiting for you to lower yourself onto his erection.

“No, I’m not.” You are, in truth, but your desire outweighs the fear, making you bold enough to try to position yourself correctly so his cock lines up with your entrance.

“Prove it.”

Your eyes dart to the sloped rear window. The dirt road is empty.

“Hey. It’s just us. The way it should be.” Steve draws you attention back to him. “Take me inside of you,” the older man urges, and your pussy throbs at this suggestion. You shift again, then tentatively begin to lower yourself down.

“Oh, fuck.”

It’s familiar, and yet brand new; from this position, being in control, at this angle, invites all new sensations. You rock up and down slowly, working him inside little by little while your tongue wrestles his.

“You like it?” His voice rasps near your cheek. “Not too sore from yesterday?”

You’re beginning to realize Steve enjoys talking during sex, just as you’d predicted he would before this had ever begun, and you’re discovering that you like it, too. “A little, but it’s okay. It feels amazing.”

“Good girl.” The praise rolls pleasantly down your spine in a rush of heat.

Even as awkward as this is, being curled over and cramped in the back of the vehicle, still mostly dressed and somewhat out in the open, you find this second session just as enticing as the first had been. There’s a certain way you slide down that puts pressure on your clit, the added stimulation making your ride even more enjoyable.

You keep his face framed between your hands, dipping to steal a kiss here and there.

“Hngh…oh. Mmmm…you’re working tomorrow night, right?”

“Yes. Swapped shifts to free up Friday night for us.”

“Good, me too. Meet me for break?”

“A quickie at the mall? With all those people around? How bold of you.”

“I didn’t mean…”

He laughs against your mouth. “Yes, I’ll meet you for…break.” The last word comes out as a half moan when you grind down further, your shallow movements becoming more pronounced. His hands settle on your waist and his pelvis rises, pushing him in even further. You watch his eyes shift from pale blue to dark sapphire to violet tinged.

“You know your eyes change color?”

“Everyone’s do. Pupils dilate because—”

“—No. That’s not what I mean. They’re…they’re illuminated. Like they’re electric. On fire. How do you do that?”

“A man can’t have his secrets?” He thrusts up hard, momentarily knocking your next words clear away until you can recover them.

“Not from me,” you reprimand gently, letting yourself drop down sharply to return the favor, eliciting a satisfying grunt. “Tell me.”

“One day,” he promises, sliding a hand up the back of your neck.

You hum with disappointment but decide to let the matter drop for now.

It’s hot inside the car. The windows are rolled down but it’s not helping the air circulate. You can taste the perspiration on his skin, feel it seeping through his shirt where you clutch onto him for support.

“You should take me for ice cream after this.” You kiss his temple.

“Is that what you want?”

“Yeah.”

“What else do you want?” His voice rumbles low, sending another throbbing pulse through your core.

“I want…” You bury your face against the side of his neck. “I want you to…Steve…”

“Tell me.”

“Oh…”

Your orgasm catches you unawares, bursting through your limbs. You shake and feel his cum shooting inside of you again, this time immediately spilling back down outside of you. His hands support your back as you lean away, swiping at the sweaty strands of hair clinging to your face.

“Good?”

“Yes.” You plant a soft, lazy kiss on the corner of his mouth, smoothing down his beard afterwards. He spends more time holding you before you finally separate, restoring clothing to its proper placement, each of you back in the front seats of the car.

***

The reaper takes another drag on his cigarette.

You’re late for the time you’d agreed upon previously to meet with him. He thumbs to the third track on the Deftones’ White Pony album, then flicks ashes out of the driver’s side window.

You move, like I want to To see, like your eyes do We are downstairs Where no one can see

Beneath the singer’s raspy vocals he recognizes a natural percussion distinct from any drum: your heartbeat. He watches as you walk down the line of parked cars, your steps quickening when you recognize the pale green Mustang.

You duck your head to view him through the open passenger window. “Hey. Sorry I’m late,” you apologize. “Got stuck doing this awful return. The lady had a ridiculous amount of stuff.” You open the door and settle beside him, frowning at the hazy cloud of smoke in the car. “You really want to get me addicted, huh?” You reach for the pack on the dashboard but he swiftly slides it out of your reach.

“They’re not good for you.”

“No shit. Second hand smoking is even worse, you know. We don’t get the benefit of the filter.”

He sighs, diverting the remainder of smoke out his window and drops the butt to the cement flooring of the parking garage.

You make the water warm You taste foreign And I know you can see The cord break away

“What are we listening to?”

“Deftones.”

Tonight I feel like more Feel like more Tonight...

You nod, considering the guitar chords that repeat during the chorus, reminiscent of a pulse. “Love song.”

He smirks. “Not entirely. More like…an obsession. A killer stalking his prey, finally making his move.”

“He kills her?”

Steve nods, pointing to the cd player.

You breathed, then you stopped I breathed, and dried you off

“Electrocuted in the bathtub.”

“Well, shit. That’s grim. Anyway, how has your night been going? What else have you been doing besides indulging in cancer sticks and listening to music about serial killers and—”

“—I never said he was a serial killer. Just the one,” he interrupts. “And nothing exciting. The usual shoplifters. Someone got locked out of their car. Someone else couldn’t remember where they parked. How that is my responsibility, I’ll never understand.”

“So we’re both having kind of lame shifts. Got it.” Your gaze lingers on the keychain you’d gifted him swinging from the ignition, your lips curving in a soft smile before you reach for his glasses to pull them free, then set them on the dashboard. He watches you, bemused as you trail your fingers over his epaulets and the embroidered patch on his uniform sleeve. The song ends and a new artist begins their vocals after a brief musical introduction.

In your room Where time stands still Or moves at your will Will you let the morning come soon Or will you leave me lying here?

“I know this band. They were on the CD you gave me.”

“Depeche Mode.”

“Yes, that’s it.” You fidget, not quite making eye contact.

“Something on your mind?”

You begin to shake your head, then stop, finally meeting his gaze as the chorus begins. “You.”

I'm hanging on your words Living on your breath Feeling with your skin Will I always be here?

Another song with a throbbing background, so reminiscent of a heartbeat. You don’t know it yet, but he’s compiled this collection especially for you. “What about me?”

“I want to kiss you.”

His lips twitch in a smile. “I think you could risk a quick one. No one’s around. So why don’t you?”

“Because I don’t know if I’m going to like the way you taste after that cigarette.”

“Quite the dilemma. There’s only one way to know for certain.”

He leans over with a soft creaking of leather to kiss your mouth. Your lips move readily beneath his and he licks them apart, sliding his tongue between them. He imagines the flavor must be ashy, strong, but you’re too overwhelmed with want, drinking him in greedily until he gently pushes you away.

“Easy, there,” he cautions, his breathing a little coarser, the crotch of his pants a lot tighter than it was moments ago. “There are people around.” As if on cue a pair of shoppers’ voices echo in the parking garage as they emerge from the elevator. He waits for the women to depart before he samples your mouth again. “So, what do you think? How terrible is the taste?”

“It’s okay,” you manage, squirming when he rests a hand on one of your thighs. “You just said it’s too public here.”

“It is. And we’re on a time constraint, which I don’t appreciate. But you’re mine,” he growls, now licking a stripe against your throat. “And I will touch you whenever and wherever I damn well please.”

“Steve.” You laugh a little, the shuddering sound of mirth evaporating when you see his features, solemn and ravenous.

“What time am I picking you up for our movie date tomorrow?”

“Um…four?”

“Fine.” He leans back, sighing regretfully as another mall patron appears, threading his way between the parked vehicles. You shift closer once you appear to be alone again, now daring to stroke your fingers up his leg but he grabs your wrist tightly. “If you start that, I will take you into that stairwell and fuck you, audience, time constraint, or not,” he cautions.

He hears you gasp, sees your lashes flutter above eyes going dark with desire as your teeth catch your bottom lip. Your skin is almost luminescent in the blue glow of the sports car’s instrument panel.

“What about after work tonight?”

“What about your curfew?”

You shrug. “I’ll make something up.”

“My intention was not to endorse delinquency.”

“What was your intention, then?” You challenge, smirking.

“You’re far too adept at this already. Little minx,” he hisses, capturing your lips roughly, then heaves a mournful sigh. “As much as I’d like to indulge you this evening, I do have things to attend to. And you have school tomorrow.”

“What do you have to do that late at night? And fuck school.”

The emissary of death frowns. “You’re not letting your schoolwork slide. You’ve worked too hard to give up now. You’re going to go home and get a good night’s rest. No arguing.” You pout but he kisses it away, then turns off the ignition. “Alright. We have to get back to work.”

“Don’t forget your glasses,” you murmur as you emerge from the vehicle.

He grabs them from the dash, refusing to admit that he had, in fact, been about to do that very thing. You were proving to be far more distracting than he’d care to admit. The temptation to grab you and pull you close gnaws at him as he walks you back to the mall entrance. Your arms brush more than once and that seemingly innocent contact is electric.

Then you’re both back inside the building, parting ways to your respective job positions, and he shudders, relaxing. For now, he doesn’t have to worry about restraining the force of his lethal touches, keeping you from harm.

Tomorrow will be quite a different story.

***

9:25PM.

You check your appearance in the mirror above the employee bathroom sink one final time before you readjust your backpack over your shoulder and depart the restroom. Your stomach is full of butterflies. You know Steve had said no to meeting up after work, but you’re fairly certain you can convince him to change his mind. He should be getting out any minute now.

Your mind lingers on thoughts of the older man’s kisses and touches and the feel of him filling the intimate hollow of your body. It’s an addiction you can’t deny yourself. Your steps grow faster and faster until you’re full on sprinting, shoving at the door of the mall entrance and bursting out into the warm late spring air. You wait for a car to pass, silently cursing them out for not stopping for you at the crosswalk, then make your way to the parking garage. You think you can see Steve in the distance, almost even with his car. Shit, you’d taken too long trying to make yourself look decent in the bathroom. You’d have to hurry to catch him.

Your vision focuses on that goal, the details of your surroundings fading into the background. They no longer matter. You don’t feel the weight of the bag you’re carrying or the dampness leftover when you’d attempted to tame some of the frizz in your hair with water from the faucet just now. The security guard turns before you have a chance to call his name, his tall, lean figure in a section where the overhead lighting appears to be failing, the bulbs flickering as you approach the strobe lit man before they finally surrender, fully extinguished.

The screech of tires doesn’t register, nor does the warning shout your lover calls. You have no time to react, to prepare for the force of steel, harsh and fast and punishing against your body, some distracted driver lazily pulling across the lanes instead of properly driving between them, eager to depart the shopping mall, unaware of your presence until it is much, much too late.

A panicked shout sounds from the driver’s open window and you see the glow of tail lights as the brakes are briefly tapped, then the car exits the garage with another squeal of tires, leaving your crumpled body in its wake just as Steve reaches you.

One hand cradles the back of your head, his other quickly probing your injuries, assessing the damage. You feel warm, wet fluid leaking from you. Bleeding. It hurts. Breathing. Existing. You can barely keep your eyes open, struggling to focus on his face.

“No!”

His eyes are glowing again. You’ll have to remind him that he owes you an explanation for that. If you make it. Are you dying? The thought comes to you, oddly detached from emotion.

Cold suddenly seizes your chest. It feels like Steve’s hand is pushing right through it, squeezing—

“Not yet. I forbid it.”

Why, though? The place you’d been going had been so warm, numbing, comfortable. Coming back means cold. Pain. You’re crying. Yelling. Maybe you can bring him with you. Show him that it’s better there.

You feel yourself wrenched from the other place’s border. Steve’s keeping you here instead. Your chest aches, somehow worse than whatever else has been broken and damaged. You hear a harsh whining sound. Ambulance. Coming for you? Will they let him go with you? Someone needs to call your parents.

Someone—something hovering above you that you don’t recognize. Gaunt. Corpselike. Where was Steve? You try to pull away but it won’t let you go. Voices shouting. EMT’s. Steve’s features before your eyes again. Delirious. Nothing makes sense. Maybe you’ll just rest for a bit. Sort this out when you wake up. If you wake up.

Your eyes close.

[nightscalestudio]

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[jennyfromthebes]

hi hello! as a live show taper, do you have an advice for where to start for someone interested in learning to tape? with the new tour announcement it seems like i'll be able to go to a bunch of shows in an area that's kinda light on tapers, so it would be really neat if i can learn enough to get some decent quality tapes from this tour, but as someone with no background in audio stuff it all seems a bit overwhelming from the outside!!

SO YOU WANT TO BE A LIVE SHOW TAPER: an overview by your favorite amateur tMG taper!

Before we start: my top resources here are the Taper's Section forum (yes, a real old-school forum!) and the taping thread in the unofficial tMG community discord server (it's an older thread, will have to scroll down to it in the tmg-forum section). I really hate to be the "join my discord server to get your answers" guy, but it's genuinely a great space to talk to some really knowledgeable regular tMG tapers and get a lot of good specific advice.

You can get really intense about taping really fast. It depends on how much time and money you're able to invest into it, and there are a million factors wrt approach, gear, investment, etc. For this post, I'm just going to do an overview of what I would recommend for a beginner-friendly setup that's not too big of an investment and is a step above a cell phone recording.

Gear: I love my PCM-A10 recorders because I can connect them to my phone and control and monitor them remotely, but the price tag isn't very beginner friendly - you'll likely find A10s going for ~$150 on eBay. Also, the ideal use case for an A10 is with external mics or to pull soundboard, not as an all-in-one to just set and forget. You'll want to look for something like a Zoom H2* or H2n, which are a smallish all-in-one recorder and can go for less than $50 on eBay if you do a little searching. (*Note: the H2 has a known issue where it stops and restarts with a small gap once it hits a limit, but you can patch that out by following this tutorial with this updated firmware link.)

Recording during the show: unless you have permission to tape, which is a whole nother can of worms, you'll have to get your recorder past security. Usually if you hide or disguise it somehow in your bag you can get away just fine. If you're in the front row for the show, you can usually discreetly prop up your recorder on the barrier or just set it somewhere that it won't move. If you can stay relatively still and not sing into it, putting it in a chest pocket on a shirt or jacket is also a good option. I always try to capture everything from the moment the lights dim, so I usually start my recording a little early and just chop off the excess at the beginning, but if you're worried about storage space or anything you can just try to be really aware and hit record as soon as the lights go down.

Processing: At a minimum, you'll need to name the file, chop it into tracks, and populate metadata. I do this in Audacity (free) and it takes less than an hour once you get a workflow down. However, you can also go crazy with processing if you want to - I do EQ and mixing in Reaper (free trial version) and audio repair and de-click in iZotope (paid software). You can do some fairly basic EQ work pretty easily in Reaper and it can make a decent difference with how the audio sounds - I typically do parallel compression and chop the low end in order to bring the vocals up a little bit and balance out any boominess. My order of operations is mixing (if applicable)/EQ > repair > tracking/metadata. I know EQ sounds complicated, but it's really just fiddling with some standard presets until you like how it sounds.

Uploading to the LMA: The Live Music Archive is specifically for decent quality lossless tapes - cell phone tapes are fine to upload to the Internet Archive as "community audio", but the LMA is supposed to be higher quality. WAV or FLAC is your lossless format, I always work with WAV throughout the whole process. There's a fairly standard convention for file naming, page info, etc that I think there's a tutorial on somewhere but I'm also happy to go into that if need be. It'll take a little bit to upload the files, so I usually just leave it running on my computer overnight. After uploading, it automatically derives the upload into different file types before it can be streamed or downloaded.

Congrats, you've done a tape! I'm happy to go into significantly more detail on any part of this, whether here or in the discord server - feel free to send further asks or drop me a DM and I'll do my best to answer, I just wanted to keep this post as a relatively high-level overview. Thanks for asking, I'm always thrilled when people express an interest in taping!

[bloomous]

» welcome to my overrides folder!

in my opinion, overrides is one of the best ways to revamp my game whilst still making use of the objects already in-game. I'm always looking for new and cute ones, so here's a complete look into my overrides folder! tutorial: how to create a working overrides folder

[updated: 05/12/2023]

✦ food

food // cutlery kitchenware // cutting board coffee bag // energy drink // red cup

✦ work, school, and hobbies

boxing gloves // party horn paintbrush // pencil // sketchpad pencil // paintings uni homework // high school homework // high school textbook

✦ around the house

photo frames // remote // controller // bills sponge // cleaning spray // shovel // mop // rake adoption carrier // leash // terrarium dirty laundry // folded clothing // ceiling

✦ simcare

smile // toothbrush blush // lipstick // razor nail polish // nail file

✦ babies

better babies // infant cas prop infant toy // bath sponge baby bottle // toddler utensil

✦ occult

hex doll // grim reaper magic storage overrides // blood bag

✦ misc

dance // vehicles // ice skates san sequoia bridge // restaurant menu // billboards phone // earbuds // cc wrench selfies (1 + 2) // engagement rings

✦ functional

bathroom clutter // everyday clutter // sunblock phone box // finchwick buildings