#new recording

[kid-at-showfall]

New Recording 1

Have you ever been to a Denny's before? I know the ads they have on the screens are weird but I don't think they're that weird, y'know?

[bookwyrminspiration]

I can behave normally around books

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

feel free to put location/area in the tags

[paradox-n-bedrock]

me in big fandoms: oh cool, it's so active and there's so many people to vibe with, this is amaz-

*finds my niche angle that appeals to approximately six people*

me: okay, folks, it's you and me now

[underground-concept]

Jet Le Parti - Sketch 9 / Marionette's Dagger (2024)

Genre: Experimental, neoclassical, ambient

Cover artwork by: L.S. Toy

Published: Base 36. 2024

[butterflyscribbles]

Carrying the team💙💪

Based on a tweet that I will link in the comments;)

[bacchuschucklefuck]

soon it'll be dawn again

transcript under the cut ⏬

page 01

Fig: no way? - you're still up?

Riz: Wh– yes?

Riz: Why'd I not be.

page 02

Fig: I me~~ean - that took.

Fig: whole day.

Riz: Yeah?

Fig: 'm beat.

Riz: you should sleep.

page 03

Fig: nah. my guy's still up

Fig: I wanna hang out.

page 04

Riz: That's really nice.

Fig: Hah! - Nobody ever expects an Archdevil rockstar to be nice.

Riz: … yeah. - 's just budget work tho. (the stuff I'm working on) - I've heard it's boring.

page 05

Fig: yeah, but you do it…

Riz: It keeps things going, right? - Nothing happens if nobody sits down and - does the thing.

Fig: That's right… - though. Yeah.

page 06

Fig: sometimes it's someone else who - doesn't want the same thing to happen.

Riz: … - mm.

page 07

Riz (off screen): …It took me a long time to get that not everyone likes doing what I do. - 's probably because you guys are so nice– - or. - kind.

Riz (off screen): to anyone too, not just. - the people you /love/.

page 08

Riz: that's not how it is elsewhere. - The world's– not. hostile. - but 's not like it's kind.

Riz: So I'm doing as much as I can now… 

page 09

Fig: Hey.

Riz: ?

Fig: Go dig some dirt with me.

page 10

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - oh you meant like - actual dirt. (not incriminating information)

Fig: o yea.

Fig: there's clay in the backyard soil. - sometimes when I'm sun deficient or something I go touch dirt for a bit.

page 11

Fig: here u go

page 12

Riz: uh

Fig: now we make a thing! - 'm pretty good at freehanding a bowl.

Fig: I'll show u

page 13

Fig: just– yep, flatten that out as evenly as u can, then–! - actually ur nails'd be so good at cutting out the strip. [larger than usual space] wait. - wait. wait u can carve patterns with them! we HAVE to try

Riz: uh - What. do I carve?

Fig: anything!!!

page 14

Fig: and– yep just seal the inside uh. seam?

Fig: yep that works - okay time's up! all contestant hands up

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - okay - wh. what's next?

Fig: haha - watch this.

(sound effect text): FWOO—MP

page 15

Riz: WH– DON'T JUST DO THAT???

Fig: Now it's fired!

Riz: THAT WAS NOT SAFE

Fig: (actually it's just dry. if u add water rn it'll dissolve)

Fig: ok catch!

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - careful!!

Fig: dw no need haha

page 16

Riz (thought bubble): oh - it's warm…

Fig: now I want you to throw this.

page 17

Fig: u gotta do it - c'mon

page 18

Riz: wh– - It's like 3AM right now

Fig: oh it's not /fired/ fired it's not gonna make a loud noise

Riz: And then just? leave a pile out here?

Fig: pour water over it & it'll be gone I told u

Riz: but

page 19

Fig (off screen): RIz.

page 20

Fig: I've done all this before.

Fig: Can you trust that at least?

page 21

Riz: no, I– - I do. - I trust you.

page 23

Riz: okay what happens now

(sound effect text): glob

page 24

Fig: we do it again!

page 25

Riz: wh. [larger than usual space] What do you mean. (this clay's too wet also)

Fig: see! you're already learning

Fig: [blank speech bubble] - there are flows that are futile to fight. - The world changes.

Fig: Things change.

page 26

Fig: I've learned my lessons with "forevers". - But - as an artist

Fig: I can give you one thing: - You can always do it again.

page 27

Fig: most of everything depends on the rest of the world, - but this. - making new. - that's yours as long as you want it.

page 28

Fig: So?

page 29

Riz: Yeah. - Yeah! - let's make another one.

[hinamie]

theyre soft your honour

[sunshine-zenith]

Maybe it’s because I just spent the last four days watching my sister’s toddlers while mildly sleep deprived, but I gotta say Peri has PEAK “childfree young adult who was the youngest person in their family naively volunteers to watch recalcitrant child assuming they’d automatically be The Cool Adult Relative only to realize they have no idea how to balance being indulgent with being responsible and gets overwhelmed within five minutes” energy

10/10 I have never felt so seen by a cartoon before

[necrotic-nephilim]

as much as I love the common "Tim worships/stalks Jason" trope in TimJay fanfiction because it's Good and making Tim a weird little freak is Fun, I think the underutilized dynamic is where Jason is the one weirdly obsessed with Tim and makes it Tim's problem.

Like, the moment Jason is confronted with the information that a third Robin exists, the first thing he does is cover his wall with pictures of Tim so he can just obsess and torture himself over it. That is the behavior of a man who is Unwell over Tim's existence and I love it.

red hood: lost days #4

And as much as a shitshow as The Titans Tower Incident™ is characterization-wise (though I think it has far more merit in depicting Jason's character than people give it credit for but I digress-) there's something very fun about the fact that even after kicking his ass, Jason respects Tim and is impressed by him.

teen titans (2003) #29

And on top of that, Jason can't seem to stop trying to ask Jason to Tim to work with him in some capacity.

robin (1993) #177

batman: battle for the cowl #2

While Battle for the Cowl is an exceptionally bad comic, especially for its characterization of Jason and the "be my Robin" bit is taken deeply out of context, I do think it's interesting how obsessed Jason is with believing that Tim is extremely competent, only held back by being "brainwashed by Bruce". (hence him leaving Tim for dead later on in the comic.) Jason seeing a darker side of Tim and wanting to bring that out of Tim, wanting to see what Tim could be if he let go of his loyalty to Bruce is so fun to me, tbh.

And in Robin #177, Jason seems genuinely upset Tim doesn't want to work with him. Jason sees such a raw potential in Tim and is obsessed with it, constantly wanting Tim to work for him and see Tim be the type of person Jason is. And despite Tim rejecting him, Jason doesn't shoot to kill Tim. I just cannot get over the fanfic potential of Jason obsessing over Tim, tracking him and seeing what he's capable of and what he could be capable of. Wanting to make Tim see things the way he does. To Tim it's corruption, to Jason it's freedom. Tim trying to 'save' Jason is fun and all, but Jason trying to corrupt Tim? That's even more fun to me. Watching that power struggle between them, Tim unable to get Jason off his heels as Jason gets more and more possessive and bold with each attempt.

And when Jason sees Tim successfully get Gotham back under control after a gang war, he's impressed. He praises Tim, even. And then Tim just. Breaks him out of prison.

robin (1993) #182

The way they're constantly trying to see something in the other that isn't there, hoping the other will come around? That is the most fucked up hate/love dynamic ever. Jason keeps coming back to Tim, keeps trying to find ways to get Tim onto his side. They're always chasing each other. And I think Jason would be the one to confess love first, the one to do anything to make Tim his. And when you consider after all of this, Tim has his Red Robin arc and is at his lowest, getting the closest he ever gets to considering murder? I think it'd be so fun to see Jason take advantage of that and worm his way back into Tim's life and finally push Tim over the edge.

[kid-at-showfall]

Transcript of New Recording 2

[Begin transcript]

[Footsteps echoing]

A: Stupid—fucking—asshole—son of a bitch. I need a stronger word than fuck.

[Silence. Time: 20 seconds]

A: I’m going to, uh. I don't know. I think I’m gonna punch him. Yeah.

[Footsteps continue]

A: I don’t know why I’m here. Cause like, I know I went back, cause I remember walking in the parking lot. But everything after that is…

[Silence. Time: 6 seconds.]

A: I don't want to think about that actually, cause it hurts. My head hurts.

A: I want Edgar, or the Rat—Lylah? I was reading through Marvin’s blog—fuck, I’d take even Marv at this point.

[Choked sound.]

A: I wanna go home. I want—I don't want Mom or Dad or Christina or Mary or Solomon. [Voice becomes distorted.] I wanna go home but I don’t know where home is.

[Sounds of crying. Time: 3 minutes.]

[Footsteps and crying. Time: 15 minutes.]

A: What's—

[Silence. Time: 30 seconds]

A: Who are you?

[Silence. Time: 15 seconds]

[Voice is quiet, volume adjusted accordingly.]

L(?): …Andrew?

A: Yeah. Wa—How do you know my name?

L(?): ..Alive? How- you’re, alive?

A: Uh… yes?

L(?): ..How? Thought- Heard, you were dead-

A: I don't know.

[Sound of clanging on metal as if by an impact, followed by several footsteps] 

A: Are you okay?

[Several footsteps on metal, before abruptly stopping] 

A: Uh—hi—you're really bitching close, did you know that?

[Silence. Time: 7 seconds]

L(?): … Real. You’re real. Alive- you are.  

A: Uh—yeah. Sure are. 

A: Are you the Rat? Cause like, your mask, and you talk like them too. Wait, are you a boy or a girl?

L(?): … Don’t know much, you. 

A: …what?

L(?): Stupid questions best left unasked. Unanswered, too. 

[Silence. Time: 3 seconds.]

A: Okay.

L(?): .. Injured, are you? Okay? 

A: I wanna go home.

L(?): Not helpful. Answer. . Please?

A: I have scrapes on my knees, and my arms, cause some of the vents are really small.

L(?): ..Okay. Helpful, that time. . . . Need to come, with me. . please. Not safe, not now, not here, not for you. 

A: Uh… okay. Where are we going?

L(?): Nest. Safety. Hideout. Safer, for a child. Shouldn’t be out here alone. 

A: Ok—wait. How do I know you’re not lying to me? 

L(?): Not so dumb, you are. .. Don’t have a reason to lie. 

L(?): Don’t have to come, you. Can stay, on your own. Wouldn’t be so, happy about it, me, but, not forcing. 

[Silence. Time: 6 seconds.]

A: Fine, but I’m walking behind you.

L(?): Wouldn’t know the way anyway. Not more than me can navigate as easily, tried to teach and listen he didn’t do. 

A: He?

L(?): … Know that name, you do. Heard you I did. You know who. 

A: Marvin motherfucker.

L(?): .. Bad tongue, you have. For a child. 

A: He called me a poser! And he's trying to blow everybody up!

L(?): …

[Silence. Time: 12 seconds]

L(?): ..Don’t know what they’ll do. Don’t want to find out. 

A: I’m gonna punch him.

L(?): … Just follow now. 

[Sigh.]

A: Fine.

[Silence. Time: 10 seconds]

[Shifting of fabric followed by footsteps on metal]

A: How old are you?

L(?): ..Don’t know. Couldn’t say. 

A: Oh, uh. When were you born?

[Silence. Time: 4 seconds]

L(?): …Nineteen ninety..eight? Hard to remember, what the paper said. If true it was. 

A: Well, I think, uhh… you should be twenty-five.

[One set of the footsteps stops abruptly] 

L(?): … The year. What is it?

A: Twenty-twenty-three. Oh, god, are you like Edgar?

L(?): …Guess so. The paper, the file. Said I was twenty three, if me it really was. 

A: The file? Like… your work papers?

L(?): Don’t know what, quite. ‘Staff file’, it said. Marvin, he found it. 

A: Marvin found it… do you know how old Marvin is? How—how old were you when you got here?

[Footsteps on metal resume]

L(?): . . . Remember- I. Can’t remember. 

[Silence. Time: 8 seconds.]

A: I’m thirteen. My birthday was the seventh.

L(?): Good for you. … Young, you are. God. 

A: Yeah. Yeah…

L(?): Shouldn’t be here—Shouldn’t be. .  alone.  

A: I know. My family is on a show, though, and the last time I saw… them… I…

L(?): …Died. Or, nearly. 

A: No, no, please, I don’t, I can’t—

[Nonverbal input detected: Gasp.]

A: Please don’t talk about it, please.

L(?): ..Alright. 

[Silence. Time: 34 seconds]

A: I don’t think I have a family anymore. Uhm. I don’t… I don’t know… where I’ll go. I don’t like being here, but I don���t know where I’m supposed to go. Dad and Mom had friends, but I don’t like them.

[Nonverbal input detected: Shudder.]

A: I don’t like them.

[Silence. Time: 22 seconds.]

A: I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do now. I mean, I guess I could find work? Do you think anyone would hire me? ‘Cause I’m not working here. Maybe Denny’s would?

[Silence. Time: 12 seconds.]

A: I don’t know.

[Silence. Time: 24 minutes.]

[Sounds of footsteps on metal, followed by a low creaking sound.]

L(?): Here. 

A: Woo… you had better not have lied to me.

L(?): Careful. A fall, there is. 

[Shifting, followed by a muffled thud on concrete.]

A: Woah—

[A muffled thud on concrete.]

A: Ow.

[Silence. Time: 3 seconds.]

A: This… this place looks pretty neat, actually.

L(?): A word, that is, to describe it. Cozy, I’d use, ‘not ideal but made mine’ maybe.

A: It does look cozy, yeah. How come nobody’s been able to find it?

L(?): Hidden well, it is. There, the only way in. Not a real room, or intentional maybe, it is, hidden behind the walls by accident, I think. 

A: Oh. How’d you find it?

L(?): Luck. Blind stumbling, though, some may call it. 

A: Okay. Uhh, do you have water or ointment or something? Some of my scrapes are swollen and they really hurt. (andrew got infected! Yippee /not fun for him lol) (L)

L(?): ..Here. Come here. 

[Footsteps followed by the shifting of something plastic.]

L(?): Sit. 

A: Uh, okay. 

[Footsteps followed by rustle of plastic and a click of presumably a lid.]

L(?): Don’t move. Hurt it will, but infection- bad way to die it is. 

[Something rustling in plastic, followed by a low bubbly hiss.] 

[Nonverbal input detected: Hum.]

A: What is that?

L(?): Peroxide. Will clean it. Don’t move. 

A: Hydrogen peroxide?

L(?):Yes. Kills things, bacteria, viruses. 

A: Oh, cool. My mom used hydrogen peroxide once, because I had a really big scrape that ran from my ankle to my knee. I fell off a really big rock while taking a photo, she was so mad.

[Nonverbal input detected: Laugh.]

L(?): …Doesn’t sound.. Pleasant. 

A: I was okay! She was just mad, madder than she usually gets. Not the maddest she’d ever been, but she hates… hated… whenever something got in the way of a photo shoot.

L(?): … Unpleasant, she sounds. . ..Photo shoot, was her concern? Not you? Her son?

A: It was late, and it was supposed to be the cover image for the YouTube video.

L(?): Hurt, you were, seriously. And- mad was her response? That’s. Not right. Not good.

A: I was fine, it just hurt really bad. She always got upset when something didn’t go her way. Mad, yeah, but…

[Silence. Time: 4 seconds.]

A: I don’t know.

L(?): Bad. Bad, she sounds. A kid, you are. She- Not right. That’s, not right. 

[Crinkling of plastic, followed by a tear of paper, presumably a paper towel.] 

A: Maybe? I don’t know—I mean, I am her kid, but—but—no, no, can’t think about that that’s bad. Bad. Bad.

L(?): A kid, you are. Her kid. Shouldn’t- be treated, that way. Bad, it is. To any kid. Your own, especially. 

A: May—maybe. I don’t, want to think about this. It hurts.

[Voice becomes distorted.]

A: It hurts. I don’t want—don’t want—her. What if, I, I can’t—no. No, no, no.

L(?): …No maybe. No question, just bad it is. 

[A sound of shifting through paper, followed by a low ripping sound.]

L(?): Don’t move. Painful, bandaids are, to take off. 

A: Okay.

L(?): …Deserve better. You do. 

A: … Maybe.

L(?): …No maybes.

[The sound of paper, followed by a low ripping sound.]

(not quite sure where to go next, cause andrew’s trying very hard not to cry or think in general)

L(?): .. How long.. Been here, again, you have. How long?

A: A few weeks, I think. Maybe a month.

L(?): Came back, you did. Why?

A: …I was looking for my family.

L(?): .. Didn’t.. Work out, for you. Only reason?

A: I was also upset at Marvin and kinda wanted to punch him in the face. Dumb, yeah, but… I was so mad I didn’t really think it through.

L(?): A kid, you are. Impulsive, too. Shouldn’t have been alone, or done that. But, can’t change it now. 

A: I know. I… I know.

L(?): … Apologies, he owes, Marvin. 

A: He’s a fucking idiot.

L(?): … Understatement. Sorry, he is, I hope. … If still alive, he is, when I find him. 

A: He’d better be. I need to punch him in the face.

L(?): One step, at a time. 

[Crinkling plastic, followed by shifting and a soft thud] 

A: Thanks.

[Sound of plastic twisting and water flowing.]

A: So… what are we doing next?

[Nonverbal input registered: Sigh.]

L(?): You, stay. Here. Me, …keep looking. Eventually.

[Shifting of fabric, followed by a muffled drop onto cloth.] 

L(?): For now.. Don’t know. Rest, maybe.

A: Your… nevermind. I’m tired, I’m gonna take a nap.

[Shifting of fabric.]

L(?): Face, going to say were you? Tell you later, maybe, I will. 

[Shifting, followed by several footsteps, then a thump of fabric against something.] 

L(?): Take. Can spare blankets, not picky about it. 

A: Thank you.

[Shifting of fabric.]

A: Shit, my phone’s been on this whole time.

[End transcript.]

[eyesaremosa1cs]

Cocteau Twins – Treasure (1984)

[thefanficwriterscraft]

Should you put in a disclaimer on your fic to say that you as an author do not condone the violence or dark stuff in the dark fic, or should the readers assume that?

Thanks, anon. This is a great question that we will be sure to discuss when we record the episode!

-@copper-dust

[zzzx009]

Soukoku as morticia and gomez for halloween💘