#entry log

[carlyraejepsans]

my new favorite deltarune theory (ft. @sunsestart's very good observation)

#deltarune #w.d. gaster #gaster #entry log

[thosewhosleep-donotrest]

> Hello! I'm Dr. Han, one of the Doctors here at ENT.Labs! I'm officially open for asks! You can tell it's me by my tag line #//Doctor Speaking: Han, or by the way I start all my sentences with the > symbol !

> I focus on the care for specific subjects, such as ones favorited by the CEO and those who require special needs that have to be cared for, like the younger subjects.

> I'm one of the head doctors! You'll be seeing the most from me instead of other doctors, though Alan will occasionally pipe up 🤞

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[ MODERATOR/NARRATOR JADEN HAS OPENED THE CHAT ]

[ MOD.JADEN OPENS COMMUNICATION. ]

#//doctor speaking: han #//moderator speaking: jaden #//narrator speaking: jaden #entry log #lore

[askthealone]

[VOICE ACTIVATION ONLINE]

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ENTRY LOG 04

Everything burns. I messed up. I miscalculated. [SOUND OF PAPER RUSTLING] [MUTTERING] How did I miscalculate? I couldn't have [AUDIO UNRECOGNISABLE] The explosion didn’t ruin much of my work. A few notes here and there. Most of the damage was…physical.

[MORE RUSTLING] [SOUNDS OF SOMEONE SHIFTING] [CHAIR CREAKS]

I bandaged myself up, couldn’t go to any hospital or I’d be immediately thrown in jail. For many reasons.

The substance, ‘odair’ as I wish to name it, is acidic in quality. This is proven by the fact it has eaten through my entire left arm. Oh well.

I was prepared to make sacrifices.

[PAINED GROAN] [SOMEONE GETTING UP]

I will continue my research on paper for a while until I either make a new arm or learn to cope with my current…predicament. That is all.

[SOMEONE CLEARS THROAT]

End voice log.

[TRANSCRIPT ENDS.]

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ENTRY LOG 09

[SOUNDS OF GLASS SHATTERING]

[EXPLOSION]

[GLASS CRUNCHES]

[HEAVY THUD]

[BUBBLING]

[MALE SCREAMING]

[PROFANITIES EXCLUDED]

[GURGLING]

[END OF TRANSCRIPT.]

#character ask blog #entry log #story #character story #original story #original character #oc entry log #oc story #oc ask #oc ask blog #oc lore

[alarickratos]

Entry Log // Book One

Entry Log: Day One

"Just arrived at this camp. Feels more like a summer camp which I wasn't expecting. I could still smell the familiar air of war. Of loss and fear mixed with sweat and dried blood. Almost feel like home already after one of my earlier tours. My cabin was pretty intense, everything a challenge to achieve even getting to my bed. Climbing the rope is easier than usual. Noticing the new strength after I almost pulled a pegasus wing off trying to hold on. Once I grab some food I'll do some endurance runs and maybe find something to test this strength against."

Entry log: Day Three

"Update on the strength, cracked a rock punching it. Did a couple practice hits to test pulling my punches. Not enjoying the thought of potentially punching my fist through someone's head. Checked out most of the lands layout and scouting any potential breaks lines of defense sight I could find. The place has some sort of magic defense as I was told but best to cover all bases. Might set myself a perimeter watch. Checked out the armory, not a gun in sight. Guess I had to expect that being a little modern of age for this place. I did find these glaives. It was an interesting weapon I hadn't did much work with but I spent most of the day trying to get a feel of it. I think I might try modding it a bit, just need to find a chain."

Entry Log: Day Six

"Got a pretty solid schedule for the day to keep up training and help around the camp where I can. Did some digging over some of the past mission I missed and looks like these guys have been in some tough fights. Tougher than I expect given how soft civilian they are around here. I managed to get a chain and with a little help from the guys at the forge customized it a bit to something I might can work with. Going down to the Arena to see how many spars I can do before quitting."

Entry Log: Day Seven

"Six, six matches is the answer. Got my ass pretty kicked in the last one so maybe more like five. I'm starting to see out my right eye again so the recovery process is a bit enhanced along with some of my other basic skills. Heard some of the others are heading out on a mission. And there was whispers that one of their people did a Trial and wasn't making it back. I really need to make sure I'm ready for this fight. With all my experience this is a different playing field. Think my eye is good enough to get me down to the Arena again today. Right after I pop my shoulder back into place again."

#entry log #will be updated along the way

[miragespots]

dream journal #14

i’m in a bed in a cottage. it’s not my home, and not my region. but it feels familiar. and warm, in the way that everything feels warm and fuzzy when you’re just starting to wake up.

i’m looking at his face again. it’s starting to become my favorite part of these dreams. it’s unfamiliar to me, but she knows every inch of it — her in the dream, i mean, whoever i’m looking through the eyes of.

he’s still sleeping. his chest rises and falls peacefully. i can see scars on it. they look freshly closed, much newer than mine, much newer than hers. i feel anxiety start to pull through the haze, up through my stomach.

he opens his eyes, half-lidded, to meet mine. the anxiety dissipates. he smiles.

there’s a long pause. i think he’s waiting for me to start falling asleep again. it doesn’t take long. the fan is still on high since last night — the noise tends to lull me away.

sunlight filters through the window. i’m starting to drift off again. i can see her drifting off, too, under my point of vision now.

he sits up to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. then he pulls her close to his chest, and they go back to sleep.

i wake up and the fan’s off. mightyena must have tripped and unplugged it. but i can’t get up to fix it. instead, i lay there in silence, in a half-empty bed. moonlight filters through the window.

#dream journal #entry log #4/12/23 #my best friend

[evebjournal]

04.08.2023

I had written a portion of yesterday's journal entry but later ended up deleting it because I forgot to post said journal entry. Yesterday was boring and full of procrastination. Today was better. Today I start weening off my anti-depressants which sounds like a feat in itself. I take SSRIs, which if you don't know are serotonin inhibitors. Basically, I'm nauseous the majority of the time and suffer from horrible headaches. While my sleep isn't the best, it has kind of improved. But of course, I do have my bouts of Insomnia. Another major side effect is weight gain. Frankly, I feel like I'm in a better place mentally and ready to move forward on my healing journey. I want to be the happiest and healthiest me. I don't want a bunch of nasty pharmaceutical drugs in my body that are doing more harm than good and I want to produce my own serotonin.

I'm also aware that I'm going to have some ups and some downs and that's okay. I know I'll have bad days and probably some shitty days. But now I have the resources on how to make those days not so bad and sometimes it's okay to cry out your frustration because you can better learn from it.

Aside from focusing more on my mental health and overall healthiness. I've been writing, and I managed to write a whopping 3108 words which blew my mind. I must have been inspired. Though I did spend a fair amount of time playing Overwatch and hating myself. Then I grew frustrated with Minecraft because I couldn't find the most pleasing place to build.

I will gladly take the small victories. But hey, writing 3108 words is pretty impressive so I should probably give myself a little pat on the back. *pats self on back*

Alright, well I'm all tuckered out. Going to try to crank a few more words out so I'm ahead tomorrow but we'll see how that goes.

G'night <3

~ Eve

#journal #my journal #my diary #diary #diary entry #mental health #mental wellbeing #mental wellness #self-care #self-compassion #self improvement #mindfulness #log entry #log #entry log #blog #personal blog #writing #camp nano april 2023

[lilianade-comics]

FentonWorks Lab Log Entry 04/03/04. Ectoplasm has been dripping from an unknown point in the ceiling for about a month now. I'm going to have Jack look for the source again. Updates to follow.

#danny phantom #analog horror #gif #fentonworks log entry

[clockworkblogs]

I have yet to see an aspd specific bingo

So I made one

Not all of these will be applicable to everyone.

#ghost.txt #wilbur.txt #log entry #aspd

[tippenfunkaport]

I like to headcanon that Melog is just the biggest busybody. It's been bored and alone on a dead planet for decades with no one to talk to, the mundane day to day drama of other people is such a novelty to it, it can't get enough. Plus it can become invisible and doesn't have a great grasp of privacy so it's forever listening in on conversations and generally getting way too invested in everyone's personal business.

Which means Catra, to her vast dismay, knows everyone's secrets. She would really REALLY rather not and has tried to teach Melog about boundaries but the creature does what it wants. But it means that sometimes she finds out about some misunderstanding or missed connection going on that is so downright stupid that it's just going to drive her nuts if she lets it continue so she begrudgingly has to insert herself into this drama to match-make or clear up an argument literally just so she doesn't have to hear about it anymore.

Which means, to her absolute horror she gets this reputation of being near psychic, so good at resolving personal drama that people come to her with their problems no matter how she tries to deter them and meanwhile it's really because Tealog over here is addicted to gossip.

#catra as reluctant columbo au #Tealog is my daughter's joke #credit where it's due #right after the finale she used to write these journal entries from Melog's POV that started with 'What's the tea-log?' #because she is far funnier than all of us #melog watching glimbow confess in The Heart Part 1 while eating metaphoric popcorn #beaming this piping hot dish directly to Catra while she is trying to save her girlfriend / the universe #catra leave melog on read #spop #catra #she ra #headcanon #melog #shera

[thirteendaysintaunton]

Odysseus's fatal flaw being hubris and meanwhile every god is taking a shot at him in their songs

Athena: you're a waste of my time

Ares: calls him a sick coward, pathetic, and weak

Aphrodite: he's heartless, spiteful, inconsiderate

Poseidon: all of Ruthlessness was a personal attack on Odysseus as a person lmfao

#circe: Pig. #in thunderbringer zeus calling him King has never sounded like such a frickin insult 💀 #epic the musical #log entry

[tatzelwyrm]

Picking up Bode's memories/Force Echoes during post-game exploration and hearing him practice the lines he was planning to feed Cal and musing on how he was going to exploit Cal's feelings for Merrin to manipulate him is downright creepy and an excellent use of post-game gameplay and I appreciate it a lot.

#bode is going to keep haunting me #jedi survivor #jedi survivor spoilers #bode akuna #i also didn't pick up cordova's lightsaber until i finished the story #and hearing his final log entry may have caused me an emotion

[carlyraejepsans]

to summarize an unduly rambly post: our control over kris has been steadily growing more and more distressing for them throughout the story. the snowgrave route, possibly the most gut wrenching, violating imposition of our will on theirs AND Noelle's (*homer voice* so far!), explicitly, thematically, and visually represents possession and coercion through romantic imagery, specifically rings and weddings. it's nauseating. it forces both of them into an implied relationship that neither of them is comfortable in by leveraging noelle's desperate wish to reconnect with her childhood friend. it has exactly the horrible connotations you don't want it to have.

ralsei being presented as both a direct callback to asriel—both the undertale asriel we know, and y'know... kris' brother in deltarune—while also setting him and kris up in a clearly romantic context that kris does not seem to either share or be comfortable with, is not a coincidence. it's not an accident. "isn't that a little incestuous" that's the point! kris' agency being stripped away is one of deltarune's main thematic cores: the game is repeatedly setting up a pattern where that theme is reinforced by putting kris in upsetting, unwanted romantic relationships for OUR entertainment. nothing fits the bill better than pairing them with the nostalgia bait companion that literally looks like their brother.

#incest mention #I'm sorry your only experience with incest as a literary topic has been the skeleton brothers lightsaber-fighting with neon colored dicks #but it's almost like delicate & upsetting topics can be used to have thematically relevant and also upsetting narrative functions #yes! on YOUR computer! it's more likely than you think #not all media is meant to be escapism not all media is made to make you feel good #certainly not one that calls the player's actions and presence into question like DR #deltarune #kris #noelle #ralsei #yeah I'm tagging this one it's just straight up good analysis #entry log #metanalysis

[moonsun2010]

"For life be, after all, only a waitin' for somethin' else than what we're doin'; and death be all that we can rightly depend on."

#my art #dracula #dracula daily #mr swales #mina murray #mina harker #hey. hey. stoker. why is the old man talking about his death? im picking up on some extremely unpleasent foreshadowing #i read ahead but only the demeter logs oh my gosh mr swales better not. die. #ngl this entry hit a lil close to home because like chinese culture (at least in my family) doesnt really talk abt death #all mentions of it always accompanied by exclaims of Touchwood choi all that #the elderly that do talk abt it do so in such a similar blaise way to mr swales... im always a bit upset by it

[belovedapollo]

todays mood and some back reading 📝

reblog is ok, don’t repost/edit

#my photos #my journal #my writing #journal #journaling #planner #moleskine #notebook #handwriting #commonplace journal #commonplace log #journal entry #notebook spread #journal spread #bujo #studyblr #studyblog #dark academia #dark academia aesthetic #academia aesthetic #dark aesthetic

[gaylordscooter]

Log of the Multiverse: Nightmare

hoo boy i got shivers just writing down their name.

i'm doing their entry before dream's because, like ink, i'll let him write his own. too bad he's so incredibly busy all the time

now nightmare, his brother, the guardian of negativity. they're terrifying. i can't believe they're dream's twin. they hardly even look like a skeleton.

Thankfully they're nowhere NEAR as active as Dream is. in fact, it's a rare sight to see them for the average person. unfortunately i'm with a group of loony people that happen to be the only people nightmare would seek out from time to time.

i actually got a sticky note i wrote on after i encountered them for the first time

[there's a somewhat crumpled sticky note taped on, it reads:

their touch hurts, presumably because of the goop (speaking of goop. no idea what it's made out of). reminds me of the time i spilt hydrochloric acid on my foot on accident. however, it doesn't actually leave a wound or lasting pain, like touching fire without getting burned

you’ll know they're near when you get a heavy feeling in your soul, similar to blue magic but if it hated you.

negative feelings fuel them. it’s like their food. would being happy drive them away?

they don't kill as long as they find you useful apparently im “a cesspool of anxiety and guilt that provides a plentiful amount of energy”. i hope they choke on my feelings.]

i forgot about that last bit. moving on

they've caused quite a bit of commotion back in their peak. they were on par with error in terms of disturbing universes. they just had. different methods (such as, killing loved ones in front of people, making people live out their worst fears, spilling people's very important secrets, manipulating people who are close to hate each other, ruining the happy endings of many universes) they're a lot more sadistic than error. i suppose that makes sense. they ARE the guardian of negativity.

now i was still in my universe while that was happening, i'm just paraphrasing what ink told me.

and then they just suddenly cut back. they stopped doing all of that.

ink expected this, obviously. he knew how their script goes. (of course he cant TELL me what happens in his script. he can only drop hints and even then he tries not to, to play it safe)

what i do know is that the balance between negativity and positivity is Very much out of wack. what i don't know is what the consequence of that is. yet.

I'm gonna go on a limb and say it's nothing good and buckle up for the ride.

wow it sure sucks knowing something bad is gonna happen and being powerless to stop it. how the hell does ink do it.

side note: ive been calling them the "guardian of negativity" but i don't actually know what that entails. same with dream's title as "guardian of positivity". honestly i don't think either of them know either.

i guess dream's positive all the time, like he can't even feel negative emotions

oh my god im stupid. he literally can't, can he?

then that would mean nightmare cant feel positive emotions. that's. wow. huh.

shit. well, i'm gonna have a chat with dream. or ink, if he doesn't want to talk.

#blue's (totally not diary) log #(btw these entries are out of order cus im sillayyy)

[miragespots]

dream journal #13

i’m in a cave. it’s not the cave of origin — it’s open at the top, and i can see blue skies and grassy hills above me, glittering in places that shouldn’t be glittering.

there’s a monster above me — it’s a salamence, but it’s not, at the same time — and it’s lurching forward to attack someone else. i stand in front of them, and i roar and puff out my chest and stomp my feet and slam rocks together, and swampert shakes the cave floor. my head tells me this is what we do when an ursaring attacks a campsite, because they’re prepared for flight prey, so they will run off from anything with enough audacity to fight back.

the monster fixes its eye on me. i think it senses my fear. but it’s inconvenienced enough, and it leaves.

the other person is crumpled to the floor. one of his ankles is twisted. he’s bleeding, and upsettingly pale, but he’s conscious. he looks up at the opening above us, then at me. and then he says something to me, but i don’t remember what it is — i’m too busy taking in his face.

he tries to stand up. his twisted ankle won’t cooperate. he’s dizzy. he is worried he will never leave this cave. he is worried we will die here. he never worries about things like this anymore. i wonder if there’s something in the air, suffocating our rationality.

i sense his fear. he senses mine. but i will not let him die here. that is my job.

i steady his back with one hand, and extend the other.

“do you trust me?” i ask him.

he grips my hand with force. i know he is going to make it.

“with my life,” he says.

i carry him out of the cave. we do not die there.

#entry log #dream journal #2/22/23 #my best friend