#tapes log

[madcomtapes]

[ Log #06 ]

[funsizedshark]

waiting for godot, samuel beckett // interview with the vampire, s2ep5, "don't be afraid, just start the tape"

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[frankensteincest]

society if knowledge and secrets (the Eye) vs. narrative and meaning (the Web) wasn’t presented as a strict dichotomy where one Fear alone developed the ability to Think but rather our amorphous blob of terror being an exploration of epistemology and metafiction. society if there was at the very least an actual discussion of the Spider’s desire to proliferate in and feed on infinite realities being the same hunger that drove Jonah Magnus and how they both deified the same man over it, making him the site of violence in this cosmic struggle between fate and free will.

[wordsofthespirits]

‼️ tape unlocked: june & rody

[[ tape unlocked: June & Rody! ]]

loveit?

c.w: blood.

When WHISPERS aren't enough. Words can be SCREAMED.

> [You gained INFO]

Rody Lamoree:

Broken Rule: Left La Guelle De Saturne alive during Best Served Cold.

June:

Broken Rule: Survived the horrors.

Robin seems displeased at the leak of information.

❝ I need to start erasing those who try to leak shit out there... ❞

[pretendcottagelady]

October Monthly Log

This is admittedly an odd way to stay up a monthly log, but I wanted everything to look like picture that would have been put up onto a wall.

I will probably not keep this design in the future because it's not the easiest thing to read unless you know what you're looking for, but I like the look.

[nestypewriter]

Audio #03 [Stuck in Place]

*Click*

[Dr.▀▀▀]: So, Mx. (name) Darling, are you ready for another session? 

*sigh*

[Mx. Darling]: yes...

[Dr.▀▀▀]: So, how are you feeling? Now that 'It' is gone,.

[Mx. Darling]: It has had to adjust now that... is gone, but I have been getting better. 

*Writing*

[Dr.▀▀▀]: That's good to hear! And progress. Have you followed my instructions about talking again to family members? 

[Mx. Darling]: Yes! It has been great talking to them again.

*Writing*

[Dr.▀▀▀]: It seems our constant meetings have been impacting your mental health more in a positive way. Have you any concerns?

[Mx. Darling]: How's It doing? ...

*Silent*

*Sighs*

[Dr.▀▀▀]: I'm sorry, but I cannot reveal any information about it.

[Mx. Darling]: *shouts* Please!, I just need to know! 

[Dr.▀▀▀]: I cannot let It torrent you after he's tortured.

[Mx. Darling]: please.. I need to know.

*Sighs*

[Dr.▀▀▀]: It has been contained in the asylum, and it's behavior has been improving, but we don't know for sure; it's actually been healing as when it first came in, It has been violent with the nurses and doctors, but now. It's just become quiet and obedient.

[Mx. Darling]:...

[Mx. Darling]:I see..

*silence*

[Dr.▀▀▀]: You know, Mx. Darling, you don't need him, and you need to forget about him it. I know it's hard, but you're strong enough to fight it off, and I believe in you.

*Sniff*

[Mx. Darling]: I know. It's just so hard when it's always there, and I can't get used to it not being there, not always watching my every move. I just don't know how to get rid of the feeling of it's presents by my side. 

[Dr.▀▀▀]: That's why I'm here to help you get rid of it from your thoughts and help you move on and see that you can and will have a have a better future without it being there. You're just stuck in Place, but I'm going to let you move again.

*Sniff*

[Mx. Darling]: I guess. your right..

[Dr.▀▀▀]: I know I am, and I'm confident in my ability that these sessions will help you improve.

*Ding Dong* 

[Dr.▀▀▀]: It seems that our session is over. Here to help you sleep more as you seem more restless. I'll see you in our next session. 

*Bottle shake* 

[Mx. Darling]: Thank you, Dr.▀▀▀ and I'll see you again.

*Click* 

[excalibur0]

[jennhoney]

Babes, do you know where my linen tape is???

[tomfrogisblue]

So, I only watched a little bit of qsmp today.

Was it a bad day to miss lore?

[starakex]

Bugass

I've been dabbling in making a partial Wurmple fursuit these last couple of weeks. A Bug Catcher Catcher, if you will. (Or maybe a Bug Bug Catcher?)

Here's the finished tail! It's made out of minky and polyester stuffing, with a EVA foam + upholstery foam base. It's got a bunch of handsewn spikes! Now my beautiful bug son needs a head.

[madcomtapes]

Log #05

[berry-nonnie]

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[Video Start]

The screen was dark and the sound of fabric rustling was covering conversation that sounded like it was coming from another room.

“The old fuck really didn’t have great stuff,” they muttered, and it could be heard searching through a box of items. Glass, plastic, metal. The noise paused. “Is this a Walkman? Don’t matter, mine now, yoink.”

They could be heard stuffing an item into its pocket, and the search continued. Conversation sounded closer, and the rustling of its movements stopped again, followed by the sound of it shoving another item into its pocket. The voice of a woman became clearer, asking ××× what they’re doing.

“I’m just looking around for the last time, I’m going to really miss coming here for the holidays,” it sighed, and the woman gave a sympathetic hum. The camera moved out of their pocket like it was pretending to check the time on its phone, the well worn wooden floor and old shoes it was wearing were all that could be seen from the angle before the camera was put back. “I’m so sorry, but I have to go. I’ve got an appointment in the morning, can’t miss it. It was great to see you again.”

They hugged the woman and left.

[Cut]

“Bluebird, look at this,” they called out loudly, the sound of a door closing following their words. It pulled out its camera and the items that it took from their late family member. They placed down an old Walkman, a small digital camera, and two old looking cassette tapes. “Man, this is junk. Do you want one of these tapes?”

“Uh, sure,” another voice chirped as their friend approached. It grabbed one of the cassette tapes and handed it to its friend. “What’s on them?”

“No clue. They were left to me by my dead grandma, you’re welcome by the way,” it turned the other tape over in one hand with the camera pointed at it. The cassette tape was dusty, and strange 4 was inked onto it.

“Oh! Right, thank you ×××,” their friend said sheepishly, and they let it look at their tape on camera too. The friend’s tape was completely unlabeled. “You didn’t have to give it to me if you got them in the will.”

“You don’t want my gift? I’m trying to share the memory of her life with you, and you don’t want it?” They asked sadly, and its friend could be heard frantically trying to fix their apparent mistake.

“Wha- no! No no, I do! It’s a lovely gift, I’d love to honor her memory with you,” Its friend spluttered, the tape leave frame in the direction of their voice. “I loved your grandma, she was a great woman. I’ll treasure this cassette tape, I promise.”

“I’m glad, bluebird. You’re such a good friend, I knew you’d like my gift,” it hummed, and it grabbed its new belongings again. “You know, I’m going to go to our spot to listen to my tape. I’ll see you later.”

[Cut]

The camera panned around an overgrown graveyard, headstones nearly obscured by grass and weathered by nature. It turned the camera towards an open mausoleum and entered. Their footsteps echoed against the stone walls, they lowered to the ground, and the Walkman and cassette tape clattered to the ground.

“Time to see what’s on this dusty old tape,” they shut the tape into the Walkman and pressed down on the play button-

[Static]

[Video End]

Playing next File...

[Video Start]

The camera landed on a table, ××× could be seen pacing with headphones over its ears and the Walkman in their hand. The audio was cut, they were talking.

It stopped pacing and threw the Walkman against the wall. The walls of the room it was in were littered with holes and patched with cardboard and tape. They punched the wall and could be seen screaming something. The door opened and a head poked in to say something. It snapped at the person and snatched up the Walkman again. The person left quickly.

It grabbed the camera and stormed out of the room.

[Cut]

The camera was on the forest floor, just in frame was ×××, unconscious on the ground with the Walkman next to its head. It was wearing the headphones. The audio was still cut. The camera stayed recording for an hour before they were dragged out of frame.

[Static]

[Video End]

[wordsofthespirits]

꒰🍷꒱ ── ⌞ 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. ⌝

❌ [[ tape unlocked! ]]

🍸 ❝  Hm...  ❞

The soft clatter of dishes fills the empty air, tiny echoes curling around her like the quiet whispers of an invisible audience. Far from the sea. Far from her world. Far from everything that matters. She folds herself into the silence, lets it settle over her shoulders like a shawl, delicate and fragile as lace.

June perches on the edge of the stage, letting her sparkly dress fan out, shimmering under the dim light like a thousand stars caught in a net. Her legs dangle, toes just brushing the floor, the dress twirling in soft ripples around her small, round frame.

🍸❝Hello, Rody...❞ she sings, her voice like bells chiming in the dark, a sound that wraps around you and doesn’t let go.

Rody shuffles, his smile crooked as he scratches the back of his neck, a light flush painting his cheeks.

🍷 ❝Eheh, am I really your favorite, June?❞ His foot taps out a rhythm only he can hear.

🍸❝Of course~❞ Her smile blooms, wide and warm, a secret tucked just behind her eyes. She shifts, smoothing out her dress, fingers gentle as petals against the fabric. ❝You’re my trusted bodyguard. I put all my faith in you.❞

He laughs, a soft, shy sound, his cheeks even redder. ❝Well… guests might be coming in soon. Do I have permission to open Voix Forte now?❞

June’s smile glows, soft and sweet, spilling like honey, dripping down into the empty spaces.

🍸❝Oh, guests~! I’d be delighted to host them~!❞

[[ June is now open for questions and interactions! ]]

[pretendcottagelady]

December Monthly

Fun fact, I bought these ones back in September. Have I mentioned that I really, really like Christmas themed stationery?

Anyways here are the last of the daily logs. Also I should note that the daily logs going into the daily log journal are not going to be this decorated. So it is also the last time I'm doing this sort of thing.

The 25th is getting it's own page and half of the page is blank in case I get Christmas cards. It won't fit Christmas cards but people I know tend to write personalized messages so I'll cut those out and paste them in.

[unmarketableplushy]

Ive been getting really into the jfk assasination lately

[oxycontin-captain]

//WHEN I SAY I WANT JIMCURL, THIS IS WHAT I MEAN.

//CODEPENDENCY. THE WILLING MANIPULATION. THE “I KNOW THAT I’M WRONG FOR YOU, BUT I AM TOO SELFISH TO LET YOU GO, SO I WILL CLIP YOUR WINGS JUST SO THAT WE’LL STAND AT THE SAME HEIGHT”