#vastcore

[di-girls-dem-sugar]

These vibrant clear blue skies while walking through a field of cell towers? Simon Fairchild who????

[noxwithoutstars]

✧｡:*▹ Infivast

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✧ Infivast is an umbrella term such as Macarshric and Spangender that describes genders that are " related to the vast and vastcore ; related to large open spaces , falling , heights , depths , outer space , voids , incomprehensibly large beasts , feelings of awe and horror , feelings of the scale of things , etc. " It is not inherently xenogender.

✧ Simplified flags under terminology ✧ Tagging : @radiomogai @transolar @mettagender @tired-masochist @sv-log @oneofmanyarchives @revenant-coining

Terminology :

✧ VASIN is the term for genders that are (infi)vast-in-nature. ✧ An Infivan is an Infivast gender. There can be multiple Infivanes. ✧ One can be Invast and have Invasity ( the equivalents of masculine and masculinity ). An Invast also refers to an vasten/invast being. ✧ Vasten is an Infivast gender alignment ( equivalent to xenic , fiaspec , etc ). ✧ Transvast is the equivalent of transneu , transmasc , etc. ✧ Optional pre/suffixes : Infi/vas- and -vast

[talos-stims]

waves off the coast of san francisco | source

[the-acer-scientist]

the Galapagos affair was a failed lonelyvast ritual, in this essay I will…

y’all know that episode of tma where literally all Oliver Banks wants is a gods be damned nap and some peace and quiet and the only way to get there is to go slightly south of the middle of Absolutely Nowhere? buckle in, and come with me as I ramble about that time in history where a real person had the same idea. disclaimer: my only source is a mostly-remembered version of the documentary The Galapagos Affair: Satan Came to Eden, so please do not quote me on anything

friedrich ritter, in 1929, left everything and everyone he had ever known save for one shipload of supplies and a ‘friend’, dore strauch. you see, his ultimate goal was to escape the shackles of society once and for all. he and dore were going to Return to Nature, really do their best to revert to pre-civilization. and the best place to do this, of course, was Floreana (one of the smaller Galapagos island).

imagine, for a moment. you, a shack of a house, a woman you brought along (mostly to monologue about philosophy at), and 173 square kilometers (67 sqmi) of island. for the rest of your life. 75 kilometers from your nearest neighbor and 960ish km from the mainland, nothing but undiscovered forests and open seas. as far away from society as it was possible to get. sure, it sounds lovely from here. everyone has those moments of ‘gods, I just wish I could get away from it all’. but realize this: there was no coming back. there was no chance of speaking to another human being except your roommate for the rest of your entire life. a decision that big, that irreversible, and especially that the decision was to stride into the unknown? tell me there’s not buckets of fear in there. when I call this Vast, I’m not just talking about the location.

in addition, tell me that the lonely didn’t prey upon the both of them. ritter was already Lonely, no one wants to get that far away without a reason, and he was exactly the kind of pretentious philosopher who believed that everyone is born alone and dies alone. dore, however, was not Lonely before she left. dore was only looking for an adventure, for variety, and to stay with ritter both as a friend and because he was ‘helping’ her with her MS. but, he failed to mention before they left, he did not actually think all that much of her. if I am remembering the documentary correctly, one of the other eventual inhabitants of the island recalled that ritter’s personal journal contained nary a single kind word about dore. tell me that’s not another layer of being Lonely, to be considered with contempt and disapproval by the only other person you’ll ever have contact with.

and, ironically enough, the Loneliness of it all was in fact taken down by a news article. the press got ahold of the story of the two people who were determined to abandon the world, published it, and lo and behold, the two were joined by an entire family in 1932, then soon after by a self-declared baroness and her two,,,, listen I don’t want to call them manwhores but I can’t think of a more classy term right now so we’re going with it

and of course, as humanity is wont to do, drama broke out and the perfect isolation of the tiny volcanic island was shattered.

[cosmosredshift7]

Got some quality shots of the sky while waiting to get into the 420 festival

[thalassoph0bia]

sorry (lie) to anyone who followed this blog when it was only posting 1-3 times a day I just filled up the queue and there are a bunch more posts in my drafts

[numinousnic]

Perhaps they were; or perhaps there might have been shoals of them in the far horizon; but lulled into such an opium-like listlessness of vacant, unconscious reverie is this absent-minded youth by the blending cadence of waves with thoughts, that at last he loses his identity; takes the mystic ocean at his feet for the visible image of that deep, blue, bottomless soul, pervading mankind and nature; and every strange, half-seen, gliding, beautiful thing that eludes him; every dimly-discovered, uprising fin of some undiscernible form, seems to him the embodiment of those elusive thoughts that only people the soul by continually flitting through it. In this enchanted mood, thy spirit ebbs away to whence it came; becomes diffused through time and space; like Cranmer’s sprinkled Pantheistic ashes, forming at last a part of every shore the round globe over. There is no life in thee, now, except that rocking life imparted by a gently rolling ship; by her, borrowed from the sea; by the sea, from the inscrutable tides of God. But while this sleep, this dream is on ye, move your foot or hand an inch; slip your hold at all; and your identity comes back in horror. Over Descartian vortices you hover. And perhaps, at mid-day, in the fairest weather, with one half-throttled shriek you drop through that transparent air into the summer sea, no more to rise for ever.

— Moby-Dick; or, The Whale by Herman Melville (Chapter 35: The Mast-Head)

[objectum-sunshine]

legit heartbroken I cannot yeet myself off of my freighter and free fall onto a planet from space like wtf don't yoink me back onto the base game. My heart yearns for the Void

[revenant-coining]

Fallistarendlic

[pt: Fallistarendlic /end pt]

[IDs: 2 rectangular flags with 7 equally-sized horizontal lines colors in this order from top to bottom: dark blue, blue, purple, pink, purple, blue, dark blue. in the center of the first flag is a red-pink symbol of a falling star. End ID]

coinfight revenge on @noxwithoutstars! (points: 6; 5 (base) +1 (first revenge))

Fallistarendlic: a gender connected to falling stars in an endless blue sky. this gender may also be related to vastcore, or The Vast from The Magnus Archives, but doesn’t have to be.

Etymology: falli(ng), star, endl(ess), “ic” meaning of or pertaining to

@radiomogai , @imawanokiwaaa , @kiruliom

[ID: a yellow divider outlined in orange and then outlined in brown. in the center is text that reads: “Team Sun”. on the left and right of the divider is a sun symbol. End ID]

[spacedykez]

otters, pale blue/purple/silver, landscapes and clouds that are vastcore

oh woah neat. i mean i was expecting to hear 'otters' but. those colors r neat... and i do like landscapes/vast things

[churchyardgrim]

OH RIGHT theres also all the tma -core tags

[awful-deep]

i get chills listening to mag46 literary heights… hearing ex altiora get described? bliss

[turing-tested]

I relate really strongly with the vast, just endless freedom to move and be and no one in sight, no one to talk to or exist for. Air playing against my hands when I stick them outside of a car I'm not in control of

It can be supportive too, held in the grasp of a fear that by definition exists in perpetuity in all directions everywhere. Seeing that everything is drawing too close and pushing it away from the people I care about until they have as much (more, infinite) space as they need to grow. Existing like a speck in the universe that's determined to stay just that, to let other specks have the space to burn up or implode or grow without trying to maintain my memory in the universe for longer than allotted

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[2-th]

oc stuff and background practice :]

[cosmosredshift7]

Not to out myself as a fan of the vast, but this welcome to night vale shirt fuckin slaps

[loki-whatthefuckdoinamethis]

☽ loki halla/loki máni[???] ☾

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☽ icon is from a picrew by @adderallangels ☾

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☽ omni, probably polyam. honestly my gender is a mystery and im not sure if i even have a preference with pronouns so lets just go with any at least for now ☾

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☽ if you want to see my sisters tumblr its @iris-sylph-of-mind, ragnas is @ragna-rox, also i have a carrd now and i dont know where the fuck else to put it so its going with the other peoples blogs links https://l0k1.carrd.co/ ☾

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☽ why the fuck am i just discount dave lalonde ☾

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☽ dont be a coward. add me on myspace: https://myspace.windows93.net/?id=22468 ☾

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☽ avatar of the vast and mad at the lonely at all times. peter lukas hating hours here 24/7, how dare he steal my chance to be called captain lukas with no bad associations. i want to be queer in the middle of the ocean—and experience just how enormous it is and feel very small out there—in peace, dammit. theres no way thats too much to ask ☾

tags i use (will be added onto this post for ease of navigation)

#loki speaks #loki.txt #actual post #.txt

#myspace time

#homestuck

#hell.

#spn

#oh you know

#gender

#tma #the vast #vastcore

#show people

#pixel art

#landscape