#archival records

[mangozic]

my dead goth son and his friendly neighborhood personified concept of insanity

[areixyn-en]

Fragrance of Evil

The fragrance of hyacinths abruptly filled her nostrils. Water type, coming from number 4.

Aimee marks the answer on her answer sheet quietly. This is the Test of Perceptual Abilities, the test for measuring a perceiver’s acuity given by the government.

Legend has it that god gave some humans the magic to manipulate elements of the world. However, they instead use their powerful abilities to do evil — even now, incidents of wizards wreaking havoc are still being reported on the news.

Aimee doesn't know what kind of god lets people they chose abuse the power they gave them, but at least god doesn't completely favor wizards — god also created perceivers. Perceivers can’t use magic, but they can sense traces of magic. Whenever magic is used, traces of magic are created, and perceivers can thus identify the wizard that used magic.

Therefore, perceivers took on the responsibility of maintaining social order. Since a perceiver’s abilities are discovered, they are sent to designated kindergartens to receive training and improve their acuity of sensing traces of magic. The second a perceiver senses a trace of magic, they should be able to identify the user and the type of magic used. This is the ability every qualified perceiver should have. After leaving kindergarten, perceivers should also attend regular Tests of Perceptual Abilities to ensure that their abilities are in the best condition.

This time, it’s the scent of jasmines from wind-type magic. It’s from wizard number 7. Aimee colors in the corresponding blank. The sound of pencils scrubbing against paper can be heard across the room.

A light aroma of roses from number 5. Fire magic.

A cool scent of mint. Earth magic.

Wind again, but number 3 this time. There are only 4 types of magic, after all. There isn’t much to be tested.

Before she knew it, the last question ended. The bell signifying the end of the test rings, and the supervisors take away the answer sheets.

Aimee takes a deep breath to relax her overused nose. After packing her belongings, Aimee stands up to leave.

Before leaving the exam room, Aimee glances at the wizards standing by the wall. They surround the room, wearing clothes with the original color barely recognizable and a number card hanging from their neck.

One of them looks at her. She can’t tell what emotion the other has behind the emotionless front. Hatred, perhaps? These are the heroes who caused their downfall, after all. Wizards here most likely got reported by a perceiver.

She looks away. In the end, after getting reported and imprisoned in Tarus — the prison for wizards, how the wizards are treated in there…

Has nothing to do with her.

[edensbackyard]

Tape recorder click sound my beloved

[najicicada]

Statement ends

[syrren]

“The artist becomes the canvas!” - TMAGP 002: Making Adjustments

[therealdistortion]

There are two kinds of tma fans that listen to tmagp

One that looses their shit the second they hear a tape recorder

And one that is so used to hearing tape recorders that they don’t notice until they see everyone loosing their shit over it

[maxedes]

as mentioned sky germany has three kids reporter this weekend & they got to interview max.

a short rundown:

- he was very cute with the kids (always cute talking german & cute with kids. so we got cute squared)

- the kids were so nervous (especially about asking for a selfie) but he was so nice to them & they seemed very comfortable once they started talking

- they asked who would drive for him & what the team name would be if he had his own f1 team. he picked lando & oscar as drivers & mentioned his sim team verstappen.com as a name.

- next question was who would play him in a movie. he said he‘d rather not have the movie but maybe leonardo dicaprio

- answer to his all time favorite driver is michael schumacher

- he looked a little lost about the question what his job would be if he weren‘t in f1. he said maybe a motor go driver.

- then max vs 1 kid drew the zanvoort layout while blindfolded. max won by a mile. he couldn‘t let the kid win if he wanted to.

- he let the kids wear his helmet & told them they looked really cool

- they wanted to know what the best & worst thung was about being a driver. best is driving & worst ist media (but he said with the kids it‘s fun, he just doesn‘t like the adults hahaha)

- he privately mostly drives an audi. i didn‘t catch which one exactly but it just looked like a standard svu (?). nothing flashy just a normal road car.

- the kids debriefed the interview together & mentioned how nice he was & that they had a lot of fun.

edit: link to the drawing challenge

[worldformula]

the convocation of fourteen (fears)

[spiral-man]

There is some so insanely heartbreaking to me about Jonathan Sims and the way the statements were recorded. They were all originally handwritten which is such a very human thing, using your own flesh and blood write something down, just the amount of effort and emotion that goes into that. And then Jon had to digitize them using a tape recorder, definitely a lot less human as it’s now batteries and tape but still human enough since it’s using his voice. And now he’s fully inhuman, robotic, stuck in a computer, where there used to be blood and skin and bone there is now plastic and wires and a screen.

I’m currently studying funeral services and in my embalming textbook it talks about how one woman phrased it like “a dead body is an object, but it is an object unlike any other object, cannot be like any other object, because this object used to be alive” and I really like that, it feels comforting, it feels human. Jon doesn’t get this though, he was terrified of being inhuman and he doesn’t even get to be human in this “somewhere else” he doesn’t get to be an object that used to be alive, he is just an object, like a pencil that wrote down the original statements, or the tape recorder that used to record them, and now the computer.

[daiwild]

changing room mishap

Kons a lil confused but he will ALWAYS get pissed at bad guys hurting his friends

[solo-walker]

I want TMA to be made into a musical for just one reason:

The Jurgen Leitner rant as a Jon-Gerry duet.

[areixyn-en]

Sweet Afternoons

4 o'clock on Fridays is sweet in flavor. The sweet aroma of freshly baked desserts, the eager chattering of students, and the warm air of afternoon sunshine make up a culinary classroom filled with warmth.

“Lili!” Beside her, a familiar voice calls out. It's Ophelia’s friend, Aimee. She walks up to Ophelia, gazing at her madeleine. “Woah, well done! As expected of you, Lili!”

Ophelia chuckles and looks at the other’s handiwork. “You did great too, Mimi! They look delicious.”

“Haha, I know, right?” Aimee says, “Time to record this moment, then — Lili, can I borrow yours to post a story? It's too good not to take a photo of it.”

“Ah, of course!”

Holding both of their plates, Aimee walks to the window by the counter. “Today’s sunlight looks great. Let’s take the photo here!”

She carefully places the desserts. Under the sunlight, the freshly baked goods glisten as if covered in glitter, looking even tastier than before. After searching for the perfect angle, Aimee took a flawless picture.

“You’re really good at taking pictures, Mimi,” Ophelia compliments, “If it were me, I would’ve never thought of taking it beside the window.”

“It’s nothing. I just saw a pretty scene and took a photo of it,” Aimee returns the sweets to Ophelia and starts working on the photo. Ophelia watches in interest as Aimee skillfully chooses a suitable filter, adds lovely stickers and elements for decoration, and puts text on the picture. The simple photo is now much more elaborate, but still not too over the top.

Ophelia has seen Aimee posting stories a few times. She always meticulously decorates every picture, and her feed is also carefully designed. Aimee manages her account with care, and she has gained quite some followers.

“Done!” Aimee presses “post” and pockets her phone.

“Your stories are as elaborate as always,” Ophelia says with a smile.

Aimee returns the smile. “You gotta capture the tastiness properly, y’know?”

“Alright, let’s dig in, then! They don't taste as good cooled down, after all.”

“Yeah!” Aimee grabs a madeleine for herself.

[y3llow-hoodie]

[vicioustoker]

thinking about how jon couldn't record any of the statements digitally and how now we only get to hear his voice through the computer

[paymetea]

Japanese release of Sun’s Wanna Make Love album cover (1976)

[bagofdo-ritos]

jon: save me statement… statement save me