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maybeyoullremember · 1 year ago
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ghostfiish · 3 months ago
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Happy ten years to transcendence au and almost as long to Brian the organ duck! How time flies...
I haven't drawn anything for this au in ages but I did remake the 8tracks playlists on Spotify if anyone uses that. Before Brian shows up, imagine Dipper and Mabel are discussing songs to add to the answering machine playlist (which. that's. Did I mean hold music all this time? lol)
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coraxcrown · 4 months ago
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My rendition of probably my favourite dumpsterfire of a listener and borderline alcoholic Denny's waitress!
I hauled ass to get this done before the final episode, life's been keeping me busyyyy I hope I'm not too late
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ghost-bxrd · 7 months ago
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[REDACTED] caught me tempering with the drone footage. Like a fool I tried diverting his attention, tried to explain— I’m ashamed to say I wasn’t above begging.
[REDACTED] left without another word.
I am… afraid. I hold no illusion towards my fate, but if there is any god out there then please, leave them be. They just want to be left alone. He doesn’t deserve for you to-
[audio corrupted, water damage irreversible, one minute of audio missing]
This may be my last log entry for… a while. I will try to purge as many logs as I can and erase what little information I have gathered.
If you hear this, [REDACTED]:
Fuck you, sincerely.
— Audio log transcript, recovered from the ruins of the [REDACTED] research facility, researcher identity: [REDACTED], status: deceased
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aimedis · 3 months ago
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redacted characters as things in my journal 🎀
relatively big tw - there's like vague to explicit mentions of su!cid3 and heavily implied mental self-esteem struggles in this one (i'm alright at the moment, promise) so if that's triggering to you, don't read. this is kinda heavy and maybe disturbing to read to some people i think.
i decided to do this because i though it was kinda fun and cool to like analyse my stuff and the characters a little bit. sorry if this offends anyone ig? idk 😭 i'll be back with the more lighthearted stuff in a couple days okay let's go ->
darlin: "my feelings aren't in my control most of the time. i don't know why i feel this way."
angel before they broke up with micheal: "i think is funny (but i also feel bad) that he's always talking about "getting married" and "forever" when i have a break up letter sitting in my notes."
freelancer: lyrics to "making the bed - olivia rodirgo"
darlin: "i don't wanna talk about him anymore."
damien: "i just want my mom. and i wish i could go up to her just bawling my fucking eyes out like i'm five-years-old without feeling like a fucking failure but i can't... i've survived long enough and i can do it some more."
darlin before sam: "and a part of me will always miss what once was or could have been. but i know they will never be long term, permanent, or reality. i wasn't created to have a happy ending... but i'm okay with this. it makes it easier to slip away and disappear."
cutie: i don't know what so say really. i just feel empty and alone often. i feel out of place. i feel like everything i do is humiliating or straight up wrong. i don't know what's wrong with me."
gavin: "try as i might, i still feel like i am not in my body. living vicariously... through myself?"
baabe: "i should know. my dad didn't want me enough to stay."
lasko: "man what a fucking baby. stop crying over shit that hasn't even happened."
damien before huxley: "i wish i was dead. do you think if [mom] knew she'd wish that too?" (knew that he was gay)
lovely: lyrics to "strangers - ethel cain"
darlin: "i hope it's not my fault when it's all over. i want one thing to not be my fault. but it probably will be."
angel: "why am i crying. again. over and over and over again. it's all i ever do. cry about this or cry about that."
milo post-inversion: "this hurts a lot more than i thought. the thought of feeling like this forever? it sucks."
freelancer: "fucking kill me. i can't breathe."
sam: "is it wrong to think i don't deserve this or that it's not my fault?"
lasko: "it feels like i'm always apologizing."
david: "it really hurts when i need to talk to [him] so bad but i can't."
huxley post-inversion/xavier's death: "is it just always going to feel like this? holy shit this hurts."
damien: "i'm sorry, mom, i'm sorry."
vincent: "the real me? i don't know who that is anymore."
angel: "one more or one less, nobody's worried. my tummy hurts."
darlin before sam: "i don't plan on feeling like this again. i don't plan on "being in love" ever again. as if i know what that feels like... it makes me feel like shit all the time."
cutie: "after this, i'll go back to being alone. like god intended."
asset: "it's kind of sad how i don't even feel like a person sometimes."
lovely: "every so often it hurts so much i think it's gonna rip me apart from the inside."
asher post-inversion: "and it's like, sometimes it straight up feels like i'm gonna die in that moment."
sweetheart: "my greatest sin to men was being a child."
damien: lyrics to "forwards beckon rebound - adrianne lenker"
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vickyvicarious · 3 months ago
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Whilst still asleep she took the paper from her breast and tore it in two. Van Helsing stepped over and took the pieces from her. All the same, however, she went on with the action of tearing, as though the material were still in her hands; finally she lifted her hands and opened them as though scattering the fragments.
Okay, I know in-universe all the originals get burnt up anyway. But certain scenes make me really want to see an adaptation designed to look like scans of all the originals. Including details like tearstains, wrinkles... Lucy's memorandum ripped in two and taped back together.
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brittlebutch · 1 month ago
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i know tim being patient zero for the operator is kind of super obvious but then sometimes i remember the entry where the operator shows up during alex's 5th birthday party or whatever and i bang on the walls like WHAT DOES IT MEANNNN WHY DID THEY ADD THAT
I LOVE that entry because I have my own little interpretation of that one :3 I think I’ve probably posted about it before but I like to talk SO
To me, that was definitely a video that TTA edited, not a video he found. Brian has been the one hammering in the “It’s all Alex’s fault” from the very beginning, but because he very rarely just outright Says things, the point of this video was to present that thesis statement, and not necessarily to provide proof/evidence of it.
Like, in every video the Operator actually appears in, it is a tangible, physical presence in the scene. Other characters can see and react to it, and it takes up space and is beholden to whatever lighting happens to be in the scene. Except for this video, when it appears as a presence only after the lights have gone out, in a space of the frame that is already occupied by people:
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It’s not at the right height or distance in the frame to be actually present in the room, and the quality of the image doesn’t match the absence of light in the shot. Also none of the characters in the scene react to it, even though most people can see in the dark better than a camera can. So, to me, the Operator isn’t actually present with Alex at the party, it was edited in by Brian, specifically, to communicate his idea that Alex is the one to blame for everything that went wrong.
Brian doesn’t find out that Tim was the one with a tangible history with the Operator before the college years until around Entry #59/60. So at this point, it makes the most sense to him that Alex was the one who brought the Operator into the group to begin with. This video is the first time he actually presents that idea instead of just alluding to the idea that Alex was keeping secrets and hiding things. It’s basically just the nonverbal version of “DECAY” where Brian says “You caused this”, lol
(Your mileage on this interpretation may vary, of course, given that this birthday footage was donated to Marble Hornets, not shot by Troy and the gang, so if they wanted the Operator to be in the scene they would have had to edit it in no matter what. But I think they’re good enough editors that I think they could have framed it more consistently in the shot if they wanted it to seem like it was actually in the scene. So, to me, the fact that it does look so blatantly edited — especially since the staticky and stark black/white style is a very core totheark aesthetic — is a way to imply that it was a character editing the footage, and not anyone behind the scenes)
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aq2003 · 12 days ago
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ah yes, dt's most iconic shakespeare role. the porter from macbeth
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trashcanwithsprinkles · 8 months ago
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Ive seenyou mention wuxia a few times now and i wonder what that is. Would you mind explaining it to me?
not the most qualified person to explain this as i'm not, in fact, from china; but i've read a couple of wuxia so here goes:
wuxia is a genre of fiction from china specifically, about martial artists in ancient china. i don't think a specific time period is like required? obviously some dynasties are more popular but idk how it goes in that front. it just has to be Not Today and probably Too Long Ago. like pre industral revolution i think. again idk if that's a requirement, but most i've seen are from around the same relative murky pre-electricity era.
xianxia is a subgenre of wuxia that's specifically more fantasy-like, and it's not just martial arts, but also spiritual powers and cultivation (which i have no fucking clue how to explain without two hours and three tangents other than chinese magic system. if you've ever heard of chi/qi as an energy, it appears there). so like- genshin is by all accounts a xianxia, it just doesn't use the more common specific xianxia terms like cultivation. some of those are very weird to translate and probably not common for the average non-wuxia reader, so it makes sense why they're going for alternatives.
chongyun and xingqiu and xianyun are very much straight out of a xianxia. xianyun's entire story quest was the closest genshin has gotten to a straight xianxia plot so far. i highly reccomend ashikai's video on unnecessary visions if you want more info on why genshin is a xianxia hahah
cyanide narwhal has some talk of some stuff from xianxia, but that's mostly because well- fucking liyue, that's how it works there. the whole light energy striking down someone who's getting powerful and giving them godhood if they survive the strike is, while not exactly like that, something that happens in some xianxia as well. like the way adepti work in general is just very xianxia. ashikai does a much better job explaining it than i do tbh but yeah
TL;DR: wuxia is chinese martial arts fiction in ancient china, and xianxia is a wuxia subgenre with more magic elements. also genshin is a xianxia
#i was going to recomend some xianxia if you're curious but like#genuinely don't know which one is a good starting point#like i'm tempted to say just dive headfirst into mdzs like most of us did but like#is mdzs the best place to start if you know nothing? unsure#genuinely#given how it's made to feel more lighthearted and formatted more like it's a fucking videogame#svsss might be a good launching pad#but tbf it's been a while since i read it#also it has unskippable sex scenes (i think??) so like- if you don't want to read that you're kind of out of luck there#not that mdzs doesn't have that either but they're not literally Plot Relevant. like the plot does not hinge on their horizontal tango#there's probably a good wuxia to start out there but i can't really remember right now#like mdzs is the easiest to recomend bc it's trial by fire and you're going to come out of the other end knowing like 80% of it all#plus it's not nearly as traumatizing as some of the other options#and it's so easily accessible it's almost funny#like take your pick: novel. live action. animation. audio drama. comic#it's fucking everywhere and the fandom is fucking huge so that's a giant plus#but that doesn't change the fact that idk if you can watch a couple episodes to get a feel for the wuxia genre. like would that work??#so i guess i'll leave that to everyone else to comment with any recomendations if they have a good one#for like an introductory work#or just decide mdzs is just the easiest point of entry. that can always be it. i mean we all made it anyway
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chaosdetector · 29 days ago
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First Steps of Many
(Redacted Audio) Asher x Black Reader Imagine ~ 1.75k words
!!Disclaimers!!: This is not beta read, there is angst, some foul language, occasional violent imagery, brief & light hints of sexual attraction btwn 2 adults, and bc it hasn’t been peer-reviewed (also bc I couldn’t decide if I wanted to write it like a [Name] fic, or use the listener’s nickname throughout), this fic could expose you to unhealthy amounts of CRINGE!!!
If any of this isn’t your cup of tea, feel free to scroll away and find something that does (I won’t take it personally ;D)
If none of that turns you away, then here’s a seat and a snack! I hope you enjoy the potential pt. 1 of this series! <333
This is a narration of the beginning of the end. Baabe would hold down the fort as per usual, taking orders from five people before getting to her favorite customer. They would both like to talk more about daily troubles, Asher sucking his teeth to keep his angst about his bitter family in a vacuum, and Baabe pivoting themselves from anything too personal by stringing out their consonants on a stuttered inhale.
The welcoming bell of the family owned joint interrupts itself to ring thrice for a happy horde of hungry habeshas, and Asher quickly two-steps from the counter and to his table. Baabe welcomes them all warmly, but raises a couple eyebrows with their hastened pace in servicing them all. Asher sees Baabes’ struggle to serve and record all of their orders as something he indirectly caused, flinching when he sees you nearly drop someone’s chai and three plates of food.
He walks up to you when you make it behind the counter, with about eight tickets still on the line, and four more plates to bring to their tables, he told you how he thought it would be best for him to come back later, and apologized for rushing you with his promise of staying to sit down and talk in the way he knows you’ve wanted to.
You stare at him with your eyes squinted, as if stressing your eyes would help you hear him better. You get the bright idea to glance down at his lips just as he utters the fact of him leaving, then practically lunge over the counter to clap his hands between your own. Loud crashing and clattering of tea and coffee sets against plates and cutlery quieted the entire kitchen, and ignited another kind of clamoring and clattering.
“I can handle this. I know it looks like a lot, but I deal with worse at my day job.”
The shouting from the kitchen approaches and intensifies after coming into contact with someone else’s spilled masterpiece.  Baabe looks back for a moment, then flicks their face, beaten soft with yearning (and the incoming blow to her paycheck for one and a half tea sets), towards Asher. His blonde hair brushing against your face as you lean in close to his ear. Your minty breath closes the gap between you both as you say–
—“Wait for me. “Please.” He turns his head and nods, something that could’ve read as him nuzzling into your neck—something he’s stayed awake thinking about doing since he met you.
Something about your intoxicating scent, your hickory toned skin—something about all of you never fails to make him swoon. What happens next is almost automatic; you see in the midst of his adoration of you he reclaims his clarity, next he makes the decision he wanted to from the start (sit and wait for you to sit with him over a delicious meal that someone else will bring out for the both of you), then he wrestles with the characatures of his pack members his mind made to taunt him, wins against them all because, “Fuck ‘em. What are they going to do about it? Bitch and moan? I can take that. Fight me? They can fuck themselves over and try.”
The idea of David and Milo pop up in his mind. He looks up to see two teas he hadn’t ordered sat in front of him, and your apron slung across the chair parallel to him.
“I’d get my ass handed to me every day if it meant being here.”
“Well,” You chuckle.  “…let’s hope it doesn’t come to that, yes?”
His eyebrows shoot up, breaking his morbid composure.  He lets out a laugh, awkward in it’s intensity and tone.
“Well, anything for the world’s best siga fir fir.” He looks to your eyes, then glances down to the tea you generously paid for. He thanks you for his drink and for starting the meal in the same nod he dips down to drink his tea in.
“And of course, I couldn’t miss out on the best waiter in the world.” You snort mid sip, coughing down the remainder of your hot tea to make room for your laughter. You had to settle yourself down from your laughing fit.
Why were you laughing anyways? He didn’t even say anything funny? Maybe it was his face when he said it? The way he’d scrunch his nose before being cheeky was always so endearing, or maybe it was the way this mountain of a man was so gently clasping onto his cup?
“[Asher says something]” That’s it! It was his eyes! It had to be! The way his smile would crease his gaze into crescent moons, and the happy shape of his face was only exaggerated by his thick short boxed beard…and maybe it had a little to do with his choice of dress. Bomber jackets are understandable, but a leopard fur print interior and trim?
Baabe hadn’t noticed the abhorrent pattern until now, but maybe it was because Asher was wearing it? He somehow pulled off even the most criminal looks, so they wouldn’t be surprised.
Baabe stared for a second longer. Had his arms always been that big?
“Do you like my shirt?” “Nah, just your arms.”
Baabes’ eyes flew open, making them appear only a fraction as erratic as they felt. A wave of heat swallowed their neck and face.
‘OH MY GOD WHY DID I SAY THAT?’
“Oh my GOD, I can’t believe you just said that!” Asher guffawed, then laughed from deep down in his gut. Baabe was about to shrink into themselves for good until—.
“You know, it takes a lot of work to look this good!” Asher begins to put on a show. Flexing his arms in poses you could only remember that one hunky guy from the SpongeBob Movie doing. He cracks another laugh out of you. “I’m glad these big guns impress you!”
You take a moment to weigh the risk of what you’re about to say.
“You always impress me Asher.”
Asher froze, something he could’ve concealed better if it weren’t for your sweetened tone. Part of that moment he spent frozen was dedicated to scanning you up and down for any hints of sarcasm or humor, the next was spent reeling himself away from your genuine look of adoration. Because, dear GODS, if he looks at you any longer than how much he already has, he’s bound to do something stupid–and not “poor-man’s-imitation-of-Arnold-Hasslehoff” stupid, he’s talkin’ “Pick-you-up-in-his-arms-and-run-away-with-you-tonight” kind of stupid.
“Ehem, so uh, what did you want to tell me? Or, uh, what did you want to talk about?”
Baaabe rubs their ring finger, gently wringing just above where the knuckle connects to the start of their finger. “I actually wanted to talk about us. Asher, you and I have known each other for a while, and I really like you, but not enough to keep things between us how they are now.”
Asher’s hands went cold. He felt his grip on his teacup tighten.
“I like you too much, Asher. Every moment we spend together is more precious to me than the last, and–I–I’d just like, so, so much, to spend more time with you.” Baaabe looked up from their hands, their nervous glare softening the moment they met Asher’s own stunned expression.
“Do you feel the same?”
A beat passed between the two.
Then another.
A jittery laugh comes from Baabe.
“I may have sprung this on you, it’s alright if–.” “I’D LOVE TO!” “I mean, I agree! I’d love to go out with you [Name].”
Baabe blinks. “Really?” They release a sigh, the kind that is so heavy with emotion you’d have to manually push the last half of it out your chest and up your throat. Asher releases a heavy sigh of his own, then focuses all of his erratic heart to say–.
“Yeah! Yeah, really.”
They giggle in stupid glee for a long while, then Baabe (the glutton for punishment they are) springs another question that gets their heart racing.
“So, when are you free? I know you’re always busy with your security business so…”
“Yeah, no, don’t even worry about that! The guys can handle a couple jobs without me. And if they can’t–” Asher blew a raspberry. “–they’ll figure it out!“  The lovers let out a couple more laughs, riding on highs that, honest to God, they don’t know why are wracking through them this heavily.
The entire restaurant seemed to pause, and in that silence, the energy between them began to burn. A beautiful, private moment between both of them and the thirty other people in the restaurant.
You glazed over the audience with a scornful glare, briefly enough to catch nearly everyone’s eyes before they could be sneakily removed to an uninteresting wall, or an unnaturally compelling wood tile.
Asher coughed, which wound up drawing your mind to more important things.
“Are you free the Friday after next?” He asked, his hushed voice pointed enough for you to make the connections between the consonants and his intended message. “Yeah, yeah I can be free then.”
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tanscure · 1 year ago
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They warned me not to press play after dark, but here I am, to wound up to sleep after catching up on the last three episodes at 11pm.
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intrigue.
credit to @adifferenttime giving me brainworms since forever with their Andrew Ryan vs Robert House analysis post. flat version of red and transparent worm version of coloured under the cut.
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emilieautumnarchives · 3 months ago
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THIS IS IT!!!
Posted: February 2, 2006 Archived from The Official Asylum Forums Archived from BonnyTymePyrate’s Journal Archives
I am, as we type, laying down the very very very last METAL GROWL for the album. I’m sure you can all feel it deep within your eternally damned souls.
Did you happen to notice as well that you can now listen to four ENTIRE trax from the EP on the main MySpace page? Just saying.
That’s right. Back on the mic, here I goooooooo…
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Admin Note: In the comments, Inkydust posted a link to another thread with outtakes of EA singing "Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want." I've included it below.
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music-man75 · 6 months ago
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Enter the world of music
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re-dracula · 2 years ago
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Idk your main blog otherwise I'd ask there
But I love the Wilhelm scream + looney tunes bonk post going around
I want to try silly sound design too now, where do you get silly sounds and is there a list of recognizable silly sounds somewhere?
Please and thank you! 🌟
(Tal's main blog is @starplanes but they (I) don't mind answering sound design stuff here too so don't worry!) Thank you! I get the bulk of my silly sounds (and a number of serious ones) from Freesound. I like the site because anyone can upload to it so you get a really huge variety, and one can also sort by public domain sounds so I can make sure my licensing is in order. The original recording session for the Wilhelm scream was recently uploaded there!
Sonnis's yearly free audio packs are also great for a beginner sound designer wanting to build up their library. They won't have recognizable silly sounds in there, but it's great for random sounds you sometimes need.
In so far as a list of recognizable silly sounds, I'm not sure if one exists! The Wilhelm is definitely the most popular, but I also find that searching for "cartoon" sounds will lead you to recognizable stuff sometimes too. I love this ask because most of the time as a sound designer I am trying very hard not to use recognizable sounds cause it'll take people out of the piece. But it's perfect for the shitposts!
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heroicvilliansometimes · 6 months ago
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This is your time to create fake diary entry’s for a web series that doesn’t exist. It’s fun, let me know if I should start posting audios of a fake story. Similar to those radio shows in the 1920s.
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