#Sky Swallower

[rastronomicals]

10:54 PM EST January 5, 2025:

Vattnet Viskar - "Monarch" From the album Sky Swallower (September 13, 2013)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Atmospheric Black Metal

[baxtervalentine]

imagining the creature being enthralled or taken aback by things that are super normal by 1980s standards while out in public. lisa explains this away to confused onlookers by telling them he used to be amish

[nh-art]

Swallow's summer

[jksnrabbit]

got caught up in the resurgence of gravity falls and drew my favourite dndads characters of all time possessed by the divorcee of all time

i think the smell of the inside of the teeny mascot would have the same effect as the memory gun for bill. that is an eradication- worthy stentch

[cits-kirby-brainrot]

Did a fun color palette with GK

[dec0mposing]

Kauri Park, Rotorua, 14th October 2024

[assiraphales]

the rainbow was a nice touch

[kitsunesakii]

Printer issues

Chapter 1

(A conversation between Sasha and Micheal before the siege of Jane Prentiss)

Sasha stared as the printer sputtered and grunted. A pause, another sound before silence. She grumbled and hit the roof of the printer a second time. Nothing. A small mechanical shutter and then nothing. Sasha let out an exasperated sigh and sat back. It was unbelievable that she could hack into anything Jon asked her to, but she was thwarted by a damn printer. She considered bugging Elias about it but she wasn't in the mood to deal with him. If she wanted the details to the statement printed, she'd have to use the printer at the desk to artifact storage.

Just lovely.

Sasha dragged her hands through her hair as she made her way to the other end of the Institute. She didn't have to pretend she enjoyed the place. It wasn't... Natural. She had figured out that much. And not just because of the worm infestation gathering outside the walls of the Institute. She had felt it before as well. She sensed it when they had followed up on statements only to find the person dead or missed. She had noticed it when at her desk and it felt like a thousand eyes staring daggers into the back of her head. And she noticed it now as she sat behind the Artifact storage reception desk and logged in, praying desperately that the printer would connect and behave in a timely manner.

The printer made a small wine and a short compliant huff before a paper started feeding through. Sasha dared to breathe. The paper pushed its way through and the printer made a delighted chime. She frowned. The printer paper, which should have printed out an information sheet about a drug company in relation to a health crisis, was instead a mess of colors and patterns, Sasha found it was hard to look at after a while.

Just. Bloody. Lovely.

She didn't have time to think before laughter ricocheted off of the wall and shattered through her mind. Micheal. Lord, she really needed to get paid more.

Sasha forced herself to at least try and stay calm.

"Hello again, Archivist Assistant, what leads you down here to such a place?"

She eye'd him carefully. The last interaction had left her compromised and almost dead in a graveyard and while she was safely within the Institute, she doubted that would actually be a genuine factor against him.

"The printer wasn't working." She answered rather dumbly.

He giggled and walked forward, picking up the headache of colors splattered over the paper and looking it over. "It doesn't seem broken to me." He laughed again and she felt it in her bones.

She shook her head and swallowed. "No- not this one, the one upstairs."

"Ah yes, well that one has never seemed to work." He giggled again and she managed a small frown.

What would he know about the institute's printer? She thought it was best not to ask. Instead she carefully moved towards the computer and gestured at the screen. "That's why I'm opting to use this one."

"You should try again then." His hair washed over his jaw and his shoulder as he tipped his head. His grin spreading further than the confines of his face.

Right. Sasha clicked print and watched the printer go through the motions of odd sounds before spitting out yet another distorted array of colors and shapes. Maybe she'd just be better off telling Jon he wasn't getting a paper version. Surely she could just email the details to him?

Micheal's laughter reverberated through the room as he leaned against the counter, holding his face in too long fingers.

"My, my, Assistant, whatever are you printing?"

Sasha let out a half hearted chuckle. It was too late into the day to have to deal with this. She ignored his question. "Yeah, obviously this isn't working."

"Giving up already? Oh Assistant, come on, give it another try." His smile was all teeth.

"It's Sasha." She said, rubbing her forehead.

"The printer has a name?"

"No, Micheal, my name. My name is Sasha."

He laughed again, his form spreading out like smoke before reflecting colors like glass, just transparent enough to see through whilst also noticing your reflection.

"So you say, will you try again?"

"Yes cause I'm sure it'll work better than the first two times."

"Sasha?"

She snapped her head in the direction of the voice, seeing Sally walking towards her with a concerned expression and carrying a stack of books.

"Who are you talking to?"

Sasha turned back to where Micheal was standing, except Micheal was gone and the door he had come from no longer seemed to exist. Of course.

"Oh um, no one, just talking to myself."

Sally didn't press the matter, instead disappearing down an adjacent hall. Sasha scowled and tried pressing print again, almost crying with relief as the document finally printed. Sasha quickly grabbed it and went to walk away before glancing back at the tray. Back at the two distorted pages. She grabbed those as well, folding them up and tucking them into her purse.

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"Thank you, Sasha, I'll have Martin look into the drug company's representative tomorrow."

"Great, just don't ask me to print out anything in the future, I've had quite enough to last me for a while."

Jon gave her a quizzical expression and Sasha let out a belated sigh.

"Nevermind, I'm headed home. Don't forget to feed yourself, Jon."

He muttered some backhanded response and she headed for home.

Sasha tossed her purse on the kitchen counter and started brewing a cup of tea. She spent most of the evening getting out of work mode and into comfier attire. Finally pulling out the distorted papers from her bag and looking them over. The colors were...pretty. For lack of a better word. Oddly distracting, mildly disorienting, but pretty nonetheless. She hummed and taped them to her fridge. A bit of eye-catching decoration never hurt anyone.

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[deniz-mehtap]

Anı yaşamayı öğrendim...

[himawanai]

rynj in little scenes

[volivolition]

wiggles my fingers at you ouuuu… you want to tell me about solace so bad…

HKJGG wiggles my fingers back lovingly!!! i really do, i fuckin LOVE solace :3 hey did you know i really like making fake skill descriptions?

SOLACE

Follow the north star. Find light in even the darkest places. Cool for: Optimists, Recovering lost souls, Sweet summer children

Solace is the skill you tucked away long ago, at the bottom of Pandora's box. The little one that tells you: despite it all, there is still hope. It needs a lot of nurturing -- and it's far from being the most helpful for police work -- but taking care of it is basically self-care. It enables you to find the glow in yourself that you often ascribe to gold lungs or brilliant halos in others. It encourages you to wake up and watch the sunrise, to play board games with someone you love, to forgive yourself and let yourself be a gentler kind of animal. Constantly looking forward to a brighter future, it also helps shield your morale from damage.

At high levels, Solace gives you a heightened sense of childlike optimism - which isn't always the sense to lead with in this precariously harsh world. Always looking for the bright side will blindside you with naivety. At low levels, however, you may just extinguish whatever keeps your soul alight. You've already lost her once. You may not survive the desolation if you let her disappear again.

[rastronomicals]

2:33 AM EST November 29, 2024:

Vattnet Viskar - "New Alchemy" From the album Sky Swallower (September 13, 2013)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Atmospheric Black Metal

[diddlydarndoodles]

I’ve been working on a discduo themed sky fan season!! Here’s Dream’s— the spirit guide’s— spirit design and cosmetics. He gives you a mask, cape, outfit and (as an ultimate reward) umbrella!! He also gives a ‘concerned’ emote, even though spirit guides don’t usually give emotes— he leans to the side and peers at the object of his concern while wringing his hands. The level three and four versions could involve him hunching over a bit and biting his nails.

[oh-tobeafrog]

the wizard howl…

the boy who swallowed a star.

[speci-society]

Does the river ever wonder / What will come round the bend? / As it twists and meanders / Down its slow descent

[eebie]

had a dream i was hanging with my bro some random guy and my 2 friends when a zombie apocalypse started. it was hectic Immediately like people were wrecking their cars everything was on fire before any zombies even showed up. school-busses full of kids were flooding out and clogging the roads b/c part of the government protocol for zombie apocalypses was collecting children and getting them to safezones BC they are the future i guess. anyways we all got split up n it was just me and my bro together and idk what happened to everyone else. i hurt my leg so he carried me TLOU opening style through all the carnage till we made it deep into a city that was fucked up in a really cool way. like everything was so tightly packed together it reminded me of the guy who would make ‘cities’ out of stacked planks on minecraft. everything was Grey brutalist style, already crumbling and starting to get reclaimed by nature. we both climbed to the top of a particularly tall building somehow despite my leg and went in thru one of the windows. the room we ended up in was like a giant walk-in fridge it was cold as fuck there was milk and vegetables Everywhere but the power was out so things would warm up and they would all go bad soon but for the time being we had food. i was trying to keep it together like Ok we can last a while off of this and then figure things out from there. but then something started rumbling outside, so i look out the window where it’s nearing pitch dark and cloudy but over the horizon i see this red light that gets bigger and closer till i realize it’s thousands Literally thousands of fighter jets that you could only make out by their winglights, and i see in the distance things falling from them And then shit starts exploding. they were bombing the city to try to contain the infection, the explosions are going off closer and closer like a tidal wave of fire just washing over everything until finally one drops on us. right before it hits everything in my dream goes black and dead silent i get this really strong disembodied feeling and in the center of my vision i see a small version of myself curled into a fetal position that catches on fire at the bottom and burns through like paper until there’s notbing left. it felt super surreal. and then the dream timeskipped to like, 50 years post all of this and nature is everywhere society has recovered and magic is real now! so it wasn’t all bad. i die all the time in my dreams but this was definitely the most interesting way it’s been portrayed