#space-mist

[ai-dream]

Vantage point.

[warizoh]

[honeyrosepetals]

[godbirdart]

「 JOURNEYS THROUGH SPACE 」    

[padaniangothic]

the water has taken something from me

[fanofspooky]

Horror sub genres #16

Lovecraftian:

The Mist - In The Mouth Of Madness

Evil Dead II - Color Out Of Space

Event Horizon - The Void

[slappappy]

From January

[where-is-caithe]

Decided to do Eon's tarot card in full bc of that character meme I saw like a week ago. I'm still doing the meme I just uh. Had to finish this first.

Eon's card is The Star - Reversed. Despair, self doubt, loss of faith. The black sun of the Ash Legion looming behind them.

[trustymikh]

I am, cooking

[ai-dream]

[warizoh]

Car broke down. But I guess that doesn’t matter… Those misty mountains haven’t gotten any closer and I’ve been driving in that direction for hours. What’s going on?? And why are there no other cars?

[r0semultiverse]

Liminal spaces?? The distortion, is that you?? 👀👀👀

Today I learned where Liminal Space terminology came from.

Architectural hunger, huh? 👀

Time distortions eh? 👀

A soulless fairground?? Wait wasn't there a tma episode that had one of those?? I just woke up, I might be wrong.

Lights in the dark??? Glowing mist?? Wait... mist... the lonely?? 👀

This sounds like a combination of the distortion & the lonely to me.

A tall woman you say? HELEN???? 👀👀👀

Inviting you inside?!?! Real distortion type energy. 👀 Wish she'd invite me inside. 🥺

"You are here, stay a while!" Helen or whoever, don't mind if I do. 🤭

"her rictus grin stayed as wide as ever" yeah that seems about right.

Who is cooking inside the distortion? 😩 lmao

Bro walked into the AI generated restaurant.

Jujutsu Kaisen domain expansion uncanny restaurant, stay a while!

"It don't bite- yes it do!"

100% feels like the spiral tried to eat him.

I love Alice's sass. 💜

Contractors?? 👀

"Assuming any of us are still here by then." Hey, don't say that.

Gwen, not everything is about work. 🙄

Sam & Celia left without signing out? Uh-oh.

Gerry?! 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 HUH?? HOW???

Why is he so cheery? Lobotomy archives canon? /j

Gigi..???? 👀

GERTUDE?!?!

That silence was deafening. Gifted kids program?? 👀

"I don't think Gerry can help you." "Yeah I barely remember any of it."

"Asking me what books I like to read."

Someone isn't saying something or disclosing something they could be, it feels like.

"Other than just sitting around with a bunch of other kids in a room that smelled like old books."

Were they trying to create avatars? 👀👀👀

That painting is going to be important. 👀

"It was my idea, remember?" Of course it was Celia, you know so much about so much. (Question is, why do you know?)

"maybe you can help me with my mystery?" Celia?? 👀

"I’m trying to look into… Weird physics stuff: time travel, other dimensions, teleportation, all that good stuff." HUH?!? 👀👀👀

"Then yeahh. I'm doing a favor for Georgie." I don't buy it.

Wait, What The Ghost exists still or exists in a new universe?? 👀👀👀 Georgie?! 👀

[goldenchanterelle]

[venture-through-the-mist]

The Devil Never Slumbers

I rub at my eyes tiredly as my ship lands inconspicuously near the Necralisk. It’s…so quiet. Quiet as I slink unnoticed through the halls, past the slumbering Entrati. Quiet as I slip into the tunnels that lead to the Sanctum, tunnels walked by many, but nearly deserted now. My footsteps tread lightly on the gilded floor, careful not to wake the fish, who’s mumbling haughtily in his sleep. Nor do I disturb the massive bird, nestled comfortably in his golden cage, nor the Cervulite, curled up near the entrance to the labs, though the tip of his tail twitches slightly before moving to rest atop his muzzle. No, none of them notice my presence. None, except the faithful assistant. We share a glance, exchanging words with merely a look. The exhaustion in his eyes is the very same as that which wraps itself around my bones, the very same heaviness that weighs me down but doesn’t allow me to rest. His gaze shifts to an empty space at his workbench. An invitation. One that I don’t take. Perhaps he and I could bask in our misery together. Perhaps I could even fall asleep if I simply focus on his methodical progress, the ambient scratching of pencil to paper. But, that’s not why I’m here.

And he knows it.

We reach a silent understanding, realization flashing in his weary eyes. One corner of my mouth turns upward in a soft half-smile, and he returns the look, adjusting the edge of his glasses as he does so. I continue my path, feeling the soft sands of the dunes beneath my feet. There’s no need for a Warframe out here. I hadn’t wanted to bring one anyways. I take a deep breath, my lungs filling with the still air, my senses taking in the subtle stimuli, those which I would’ve missed if I were inside that metallic suit. My ears take in the soft singing that I knew I’d hear eventually. As the dunes give way to stone, as the edge of the cliff becomes visible through the fog of the Void, I see her. I don’t say anything to disturb her vigil. I simply lower myself to the rocky ground, a few feet behind her, but enough to the side that I can see what she sees. I can see the Void, the broken, floating pieces of rubble, the glowing, gaping maw that seems poised to devour us all. She knows I’m here, even before she shifts her head slightly—likely the smallest amount she can turn in order to see me—, but her singing doesn’t falter. It can’t, I know that now. Rather, it mustn’t. 

We don’t speak, but I feel an understanding lingering in the air. One beyond words, one that has stood the test of time, of loyalties, of love. A test that has led us here, to the cliff. To the emptiness that stretches beyond its rocky edges. In the past, we had many titles. The future will bring many more. But for now, right here, we’re simply Mother and Daughter. She isn’t the Sentient, the Daughter, the Leader. I’m not the Tenno, the Soldier, the Devil. Not here. Not now. We’re simply two beings, not linked by blood but family nonetheless, solemnly staring across the Void. I allow myself to listen to her song. It’s different now…but no less comforting. The lullaby once used to comfort her children, now being used to tether herself to the present. The weight of my exhaustion gnaws at me, but my eyes don’t drift shut. My gaze remains fixed, staring straight ahead.

I don’t know how long I stay there, though eventually more Tenno begin to filter in, sitting quietly near us. Some stay for only a moment or two. Others remain longer. I find myself almost fascinated by them. As different as we all might be, as unruly, or hotheaded, or impulsive, most of us have one thing in common. Sometimes, we just want our Mother. When the world seems strange—too strange, even for us—, she’s who we turn to. She might be different now—she’s clearly distracted, and more than a little uncomfortable—, but she’s determined. She’s a calming presence, even when her own mind is likely less than serene.

Maybe that’s why I’m here. Maybe that’s why, after tossing and turning and trying and failing to rest, my weary hands keyed in coordinates that I barely read before the Orbiter began its course. Maybe, even if I can’t sleep right now, I can still rest. I can still let my thoughts still as I stare out into the empty fog, listening to her unending song. Tomorrow, I can be the Soldier once more. Tomorrow, I can be the System’s ‘Devil’. But tonight? Tonight, I just want to be a daughter. I want to spend time with her—even if it’s only a moment—, time that’s unimpeded by thoughts of the conflict that looms over us. I just…don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to hear It laughing, amused by the torment It causes.

I take a quiet breath, and my eyelids fall shut. I can still hear the others, though their voices seem like mere background noise. I focus on the song, allowing myself to relax into this odd half-asleep state. Eventually, though it seems far too soon, I open my eyes once more. I slowly rise to my feet, a silent farewell crossing through my mind. I’ll be back. She knows, I’m sure. At least…I hope so. My limbs feel only slightly lighter as I make my way across the dunes. Even still, they should be light enough that I can fight once more.

[variousqueerthings]

there’s so many ways that queerness exists in texts, unintentionally and intentionally, coded and uncoded and partially coded and baited and confused and limited and expansive, and then there’s whatever is happening with Hawkeye Pierce, M.D. of the 4077th MASH unit

[scrivnomancer]

Goodnight out there, whatever you are.