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muffinlance · 10 months
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Other child: *reaches for legos at the library’s play table*
Toddler: NO DO NOT DESTROY MY PANOPTICON
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a-name-or-three · 1 year
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Edit: This post is outdated, the game has been completed! Check this post or my #statement remains tag for the latest updates!
STATEMENT REMAINS UPDATES
RQ Twitter, at 4PM exactly, posted this image, captioned with a spiderweb emoji:
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{ID - A green-coloured cassette tape. Written on the cassette tape is the code: U3RhdGVtZW50IFJlbWFpbnMK. END ID}
This is the same code that was released on Patreon yesterday.
on PATREON, a new post has appeared with the code “rzo5PoNfALU”
this code is a youtube link:
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a seven second clip of weird, birdlike, squeaky noises. Possibly something encoded. Uploaded yesterday.
on INSTAGRAM, they’ve posted this image, as of yet uncoded:
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{ID - a square with blacked out pixels, reminiscent of a QR code, on a background of spiderweb and possibly also smoke. It is stamped with a Rusty Quill logo. END ID}
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yaboyspodcastpalace · 10 days
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i still think wolf 359 should've had a musical episode
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doycetopia · 6 months
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All the way into October and I just now realized re:Dracula has Jonathan Sims voicing the only character in Dracula that's regularly using an audio recorder for their journal.
Fucking of course
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cult-of-the-eye · 6 months
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Words that have entered my vocabulary due to tma:
Predecessor (my man could just say Gertrude robinson but no. He's a dramatic bitch and now so am I. That person was not the last person to sit in my seat, they were my chair predecessor)
Statement (this one's obvious. There was no way around it tbh like what else are they gonna call them?? Stories?? But now I am throwing it around, as if I am a politician who has allegedly been involved in something scandalous. I'm not explaining something, I'm making a statement)
Michael (yeah the volume of Michaels is such that there is no way around it. I know zero (0) Michaels in real life.)
Flesh (I'd use the word meat. Maybe if I was feeling fancy, viscera. But now I say flesh more than I am comfortable with. I don't think the flesh is comfortable either)
Panopticon (what the fuck is a panopticon?? I didn't know before I googled it the other day. Jeremy Bentham I would like to have some words with you. Also with Jonathan Sims the man not the character.)
Archives (yeah the only time I'd say archives is if Google photos was asking me what to do with a picture of my knee. Now it is all I think about. I have to stop career restructuring plans solidifying in my brain. I'm sorry archival assistant dreams, my brown family would not be proud of you.)
That's all I can think of...for now...
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c-schroed · 9 months
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Today's entry by Dr Seward on "Re: Dracula" made me notice that I'm starting to develop an addiction for that thoughtful, sexy, little "Hrm." he makes at the end of his audio recordings. Getting some really good TMA "Statement ends." vibes here!
So, once more, great job there! Marvellously done! Thanks a lot to @jonnywaistcoat and @re-dracula!
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When Jon does it its "compelling someone" to "record a statement" but when I do it it's called being "nosy" and "not knowing where boundaries lie"
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lemonpepperworld · 1 month
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Going back through the first episodes for fun and I haven’t finished the podcast yet (season 4 somewhere)
But it’s curious how Jon first did the statements as “end recording” versus “statement ends” because the recordings were originally under his control until it was him guiding the recordings (telling the entity that is watching/listening that the statement is over)!!
It’s fascinating!! I love little details like that
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I worked on a different version of Jon and Martin for a bit and they always sucked and eventually I was like, yeah, okay, this is always going to suck and it's okay. I'm just going to throw the kitchen sink at this and see what shakes loose. Nothing did, but I did have a little bit of fun kind of combining different things and elements like lego blocks. Which is funny, as I have never liked Lego. Like, never.
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the-voldsoy · 3 days
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happy anniversary to mag200, and jon and martin [UNKNOWN] for three slutty, slutty years
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cryptid-oh-cryptid · 8 months
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Statement Begins:
Jon wtf. Stop stalking your co-workers. I fucking cannot.
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theskywaslookingback · 9 months
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if you dont mind talking about it, do you identify as an asexual lesbian now or aroace? both?
I don’t mind talking about it.
The short answer is that I identify as queer.
The long answer is that I have complicated feelings in regards to my own sexuality and gender.
Some days I’m pretty comfortable with calling myself a lesbian because I’m majority female presenting and I don’t feel much dysphoria about being perceived as a girl (most of the time) so it’s comfortable. Some days I don’t feel comfortable with calling myself a lesbian because I don’t know if I have any actual attraction to speak of, either romantic or sexual. Some days I don’t feel comfortable calling myself a lesbian because I don’t feel like a girl (I know non-binary lesbians exist and are valid, this is a very personal complication, not how I view others). Some days I only prefer asexual, because I’m pretty sure that’s the most correct. Some days I wonder if I’m actually demisexual, or gray ace, because while I wasn’t clamoring for sex I also didn’t really hate it either. Some days I know I don’t want anyone or anything at all to touch me. I never want to call myself aromantic because I’m worried it will make me broken (again, personal, not universal). Some days I think I might be bi because I’ll think a man is pretty. Some days I wonder if I might be a gay trans man or gay and agender or gay and non-binary.
The long answer is, I don’t know. How I identify could change from one day, or even one hour, to the next. If you asked me tomorrow I might even have a different answer for you.
So, both? All? None of the above. Not allosexual, I’m pretty sure. Not cis, I think. Maybe aro. Maybe sapphic. Maybe gay.
Definitely queer.
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a-name-or-three · 1 year
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i feel like we dont talk enough about the fact that jon was dead and exposed to 6 months of unending nightmares enough. like we talk about how that hurt martin and the others. but he was aware enough to know his heart was stopped. he was aware enough to feed off of fear knowing it's the only thing keeping him "alive". but he couldn't do anything for six months.
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something something jon buying the axe that later tim uses in the unknowing something something both of them dying there something something burying the hatchet, you know? you know
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cuddlesdoesthetango · 4 months
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Melanie’s freedom
(The Magnus Archives fan art)
CN: blood, eye injury
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cult-of-the-eye · 5 months
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What experience I would give as a statement to Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London? Statement fucking begins...
Summer after GCSEs, whole fam picks up and goes to India for 3 weeks
Listen we are hubristic. We literally go from Britain to Turkey to Delhi airport, to a different airport, to Banaras in a taxi, to Siliguri in a sleeper train, to Kalimpong in a car, back to Siliguri in a van, then to Kolkata in a sleeper bus, to Dhakha, Bangladesh by plane, to my grandparents place in Sylhet by car, then back to Dhakha, then back to Delhi, then back to Turkey and then back to Britain.
Tell me we didn't have at least one entity on our side.
None of us got ill. We had a 6 yr old with us. She didn't complain one bit. I'm 100% sure I blacked out for the majority of it. No other explanation than paranormal.
Those sales assistants in shops have to be fucking avatars of the web or something the way they fucking smile and you until you've blinked and you've bought 3 lehengas and she's like very good ma'am
I met my grandma's sister who looks exactly like my grandma, speaks the exact same way, acts the exact same way. It was so uncanny I could've sworn she just was her. Probably very normal explanation (genetics) but we can never be sure.
I made friends with a hand sized spider in a bathroom by singing "Mr spider, please don't kill me" in the tune of Mr sandman to it every day. It disappeared on the last day. (giving spiral)
I got myself an Indian accent. I am not Indian. (Most of my family is from Bangladesh, I was born there) I am not good at accents. I'm not sure how this transpired (could be some elaborate sociolinguistics explanation but I'm gonna go with paranormal)
We went on a massive family day out with cousins to a river near the mountains and we all had a great time until this little menace of a cousin literally got carried away by a current and we were terrified until one of my uncles literally grabbed him by the leg and yanked him out right before he would've gotten completely carried away. I don't think that's pure luck, personally.
My aunts staged an intervention for me about my posture (Not supernatural, Im just salty)
My dad successfully convinced some strangers who sat next to him on the plane that the reason me and my siblings spoke such good English was that we went to an English medium school. When pressed, he came up with the most elaborate story ever. He gave them a random school we went to, told them we were his boss' kids and he was taking us home, bullshitted a company and then when one of them went oh my dad is a higher up in that company, he says oh didn't he retire recently and the guy goes yeah he did! We are completely oblivious of this story, until he leans over and tells us not to call him dad for the rest of the plane journey. If that's not fucking Stranger behaviour then what is.
We get home, exhausted out of our minds and we realise we can't find our fucking front door key. We pile into the back garden and proceed to search through the entirety of our bags, trouser pockets, pockets within bags, we're all on the verge of tears, I'm catatonic, my little sister has picked up a stick and is slowly peeling it, my other sister is the only one actually looking and my dad is staring at the luggage, as if it had grown legs and was doing a little dance right before his eyes. We do find the keys after 20 minutes. We never mention this again. That's fucking paranormal shit right there don't even try to convince me otherwise. Michael the distortion was fucking with us.
Statement ends... (Although that's definitely not even half the shit that happened)
Watch Jonathan "Jarchivist" Sims crumble beneath my experiences. Hes so bamboozled that he forgets to try and discredit me. I bring him a packet of laddoos and some aachar.
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