#the cosmos speak

[cosmohause]

hello scp fandom

[p1nkcanoe]

save me, cos with a mustache… save me

[bumpscosity]

Well the aethers are joining the lair.

[feral-goblin-lord]

Aɴʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴀ ʙɪɢ MCR ғᴀɴ?

[luminecent-sky]

Ooh, your fic for Sahsrau was super fun to read!!! And honwstly its cooking ideas in my brain about saghsr!!

But quick question: How do you think does it feels for the characters to be guided by us? Do you think they get tired from running across maps, or do they just somehow have infinite stamina without being tired as we, the player, do? (I'd feel super guilty if it wasn't the case and they just suffered from crippling exhaustion but prompted to push on despite it ( ´△｀))

Thank you for the kind words!! I actually had to think about this for a while...

Hmm.... well, in my au, their newfound devotion to the Aeon of Unity basically makes them sort of forget that they have to rest, but no worries, their Aeon always lets them rest and recover from all the running and fighting. Such a merciful being indeed, though some of them find unity in the suffering, all for their Aeon, i suppose.

As for how they feel.... groups like the Astral Express and the Knights of Beauty are quite welcoming of the Aeon, mostly due to their lack of one. Some of the knights even wax poetic about how the Aeon was fated to bless and protect them after their Aeons passing. While the Loufu, and the people of Jarillo-VI think of them as a helpful and supportive god. The Genius society is still trying to figure out what this new Aeon is.

The stellaron hunters, though.... let's just say they are the most devoted ones. Elio, especially as destiny's slave and seeing the future the new Aeon will lead them to.

[vamprlestat]

i don’t know if people talked about this specifically, but fusion is what powers stars. but one day eventually stars run out of fuel and they die, atoms in the core stop fusing. the bigger the star, the more fuel it needs and the less time it takes fusion to stop entirely. it’s a natural process, but still a significant one in the cosmos. i don’t think i’m going anywhere with this, it’s just a really strong metaphor and it invokes such feeling in me. like damn, somewhere out there a star DIED and maybe it was a massive one and it became a supernova that went out on a violent explosion sending destruction, gas and dust in every direction. but it’s not entirely hopeless, cause new stars will be born from the remains of dead ones and i swear i’m very normal about this

[hydrasaura]

Super robot monkey team hyperforce go! ~background/scenery appreciation post ~

[shima-draws]

About to break down in tears over this actually

[syl-stormblessed]

"The Soviets put me on a spaceship all by myself but they never called me a bad dog"

[hopskip-andajump]

Drew my scugsona in pain because if I have to deal with this bullshit so do they

[axolotluv]

Cody - Me

Ross - @kabra-malvada​

Jitterbug - @maudiemoods​

Blommy - @fluffffpillow​

Cosmo - @vurelly​

Clouddrop - @starlightcloudbaby​

OH BOY this took forever to finish- I love FNAF SB ocs so much and I wanted to draw some of the ones I know and love!

No @’s version!

[cosmohause]

All I really wish from a season two of Fallout is for the writers and the overall production team to take their time with it. Give it the same amount of love they put into the first season (as it’s very obvious that was crafted with that kind of passion, despite Bethesda being Bethesda etc).

Also respectfully asking for people to be nice in the replies/reblogs. Don’t be a cunt in spoilering it or hate festing on it. Doesn’t make you cool at all.

[froggutzsillyyippie]

THE VOICES THE FUCKING VOICESSSS

[cosmicmoonglow]

it's an old tale from way back when and we're gonna sing it again and again we're gonna sing it again

road to hell (reprise)

hadestown + sailor moon cosmos

[atmosghoul]

This picture I just found of Cos is sending me

The shirt,,,,the aviators,,,,,,Cos,,,,I know what you are

[luminecent-sky]

Since you asked for it

I am curious what do you think about yandere Gallagher secretly being an eldritch monster or Cognito hazard.

oh my god... i had to take a day to think about it, like it could go so many ways??

Eldritch monster is an easy alley, esp with his connection to the 'death' in Penacony, and how he's made up of aspects of other family members. And a cognito hazard is also a viable option considering how he could've blended himself in after he took aspects of people and how Penaconys memory and thought altering aspects used by the memokeepers and by sunday himself, who says it's not possible.

this may have escaped my hands...

Your mind is hazy as you sit in the Dreamjolt Holstery, the alcohol makes your thoughts stir. It's surprisingly silent today, none of the dreamjolt troupe are here to cause a ruckus. But as always a familiar face is here to listen to your musings.

"Well, looks like you had too much to drink eh, doll?" Gallagher chuckles wiping a glass as your eyes focus onto him.

"..Maybe i have." a noncommittal hum escapes your throat, The alcohol is messing with you, his face is a blur, but most of the features you can make out, that brown hair, the stubble, the scars, but it feels wrong. Were the lights always this bright? Practically searing your eyes as you try and manage your tipsy mind, lest something foolish slips out of it.

"I should probably go now... or do you think Siobhan would let me crash here?" Laughter bubbles from him as he sets down the glass,

"Eh, maybe, but the real question is if you're gonna pay your tab tonight or tomorrow?"

"I think i'll pay tomorrow, you and i both know i'll be back here anyways." You stand, rubbing away the headache as you get to your feet, The world spins for a split second before you gets your wits about, walking out of the holstery and making your way to the connecting portal in the Reveries' lobby.

It's cold, chills creep onto your skin, the empty halls doing nothing to soothe the feeling. You feel the goosebumps on your skin, unnerving your tipsy mind as you avoid the more monster-infested areas of the hotel, hoping that the maintenance staff can finish faster just so the halls can be less empty than it is now.

To think that you'd miss the loud patrons, the smooth jazz and the clacking of shoes that would usually fill the hotel...

You're snapped to sobriety as you feel eyes dig themselves onto your skin, if the cold hadn't sobered you up earlier, this certainly did. Steeling your nerves. the walk continues, peering into halls, listening for the noise of the monsters that now litter the empty Reverie hotel, the gaze never leaves you, like a predator stalking it's prey.

You know that you haven't encountered any monsters, even with the alcohol in your system spotting them would be easy, bright colors and mechanical sounds, all tell-tale signs of their presence. A flash of purple and yellow moves in your peripheral, making you jump into a panic, ducking into the door leading to the main lobby.

There's a slight shakiness to your movements now, heart thumping in your ears as you reach the connecting pathway towards Golden hour. You take a few deep breaths, steadying your nerves before you enter the portal.

Those eyes remain gazing at your back, the faint pink light disappearing before your eyes can even register it.