#vaster

[pommedepersephone]

The final song in Queer is "Vaster Than Empires", which draws its lyrics from William S. Burroughs' final journal entry.

As a long time Reznor & Ross fangirl, I find all of their film scores compelling. But THIS song is a gorgeous composition that I cannot stop listening to. From the GQ interview with Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross about scoring Queer -

Anyway, like every other part of this film, the score is amazing and you should absolutely go take a listen to the full thing.

[quotespile]

It is a moral failure to miss the profound beauty of the world...

Lauren Groff, The Vaster Wilds

[loving-n0t-heyting]

the relation of mamon souldrinker to the deep jungle qlippoths is narratively amusing

mamon is, effectively, a goatfolk qlippoth but scaled down in level, plus a bunch of surrounding flavour. graphically, mechanically, and lorewise. in fact, its hard not to come away with the impression that in the setting he isnt just another qlippoth, albeit a low level one and hanging around near kyakukya rather than far to the east in the shadow of the moon stair. this serves a clear doylist function: to give a tease of lategame enemies to a midgame player, both heightening the allure of more distant portions of the map and serving as a vivid introduction to the mystique of the jungle itself, both deep/far and shallow/near. and it works, thematically, from this perspective of a relatively fresh player, all tied together by a pretty cool and intimidating boss for the target player level carrying some very neat but well-levelled loot

but you can also take a watsonian perspective, which tells a story with a different tone. from the players pov, mamon comes first, and the qlippoths later. but from mamons pov, wouldnt it make more sense to assume he comes from the eastern qlippoths rather than vice versa? and how does it look then: an underpowered fellow qlippoth, many parasangs to the west and many rungs less intimidating than the obscurity of the deep jungle, surrounded by a host of thralls and worshipers more feeble even than himself, bearing with him a talisman draining his willpower while inflating his ego. an objectively mediocre novice, sapped of his drive and ambition as his sense of self importance skyrockets, abandoning the rigours of the real world to play god instead among the continents small fry. a sorry little narcissistic fish, abandoning the mystery and challenge of the sea for a flatteringly small pond

[litsnaps]

[desolatus]

Pendant in the form of a mermaid, C. 1870-95

Probably based on a design by Reinhold Vasters

[numbersareimaginary]

spamsseship (wip)

[18catsreading]

Brennan: and you see a thorn of poison holly, a sprig of some plant meant to touch you and in a moment stop the beat of your heart with deadly venom - strikes Naram in the chest. You see him standing there ... you watch the poison spread across his chest.

Ame: no! No!!

Brennan: He turns to you and smiles. "My wife has poisoned me many times, my darling."

... The vines reach and touch the wound and begin to drink the poison back up out of it.

Naram: my wife can become very cross.

Ame: no judgement

Naram: she is the most beautiful of spirits. I know that she would never harm me in a way that she could not take back almost right away.

[virgin-martyr]

She had once believed that in the deepest reaches of everything was a nothing where men had planted god; but now she knew that deeper within that nothing was something else, something made of light and heat. It was this light and heat that endured, that was everlasting. At the center was not nothing, no. Out of the light and the heat all goodness poured.

Lauren Groff, excerpt from The Vaster Wilds

[have-you-read-this-short-fiction]

[inspiteofganon]

do you guys ever wonder if Ganondorf/Ganon has a Pinkie Pie/Pinkamena thing going on

[qqivvee]

WHITE GASTER IS REAL🤯??

This is uhh like Gaster but not really, his name is Vaster Weissman . But it still counts as a Gaster OC ... Right ? I want to torn it into a gag where there multiple people just like Gaster but they are actually not the Gaster . So actuall gaster just literarlly does not exist . Like he does in OG UNDERTALE Because whole Wing Gings Gasster personality is FANON .

I also thought once what if: W.D.Gaster , Skelebro's father , man behind the tree who gives you eggs (in deltarune), the knight , mystery man is actually 5 diffeent people?

[quotespile]

Inches beyond this face of hers and in the profoundest sufferings of her body, the world went on in its grand and renewing and wholly indifferent beauty.

Lauren Groff, The Vaster Wilds

[bramblepurr]

i love art school but the bad thing about art school is i’ve been studying the same thing for three years and now that i’m at the stage where it’s like ok lets make a finished product now to conclude my studies. my brain’s already jumped to the next thing. the circle of life is that i left illustration during my first semester to study comics instead and now i wanna go back and do illustration for my masters degree lmao

[cedarxwing]

To His Coy Mistress

By Andrew Marvell

Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love’s day. Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires and more slow; An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast, But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For, lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate.        But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long-preserved virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust; The grave’s a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.        Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may, And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapped power. Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Through the iron gates of life: Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.

[desolatus]

Pendant with a Triton Riding a Unicorn-like Sea Creature

C. 1870-1895

Reinhold Vasters