#new weird

[autumn2may]

Today Stuart Cripps-Schnoor reviews Jeff Vandermeer's Veniss Underground! 🐉

"A haunting tale of science, crime, and human transformation through poetic prose, vivid worldbuilding, and deeply flawed characters."

[neuroptical]

we miss you lots, spacegirl :) !!

[pictured: we miss you lots, spacegirl :)!]

Her name was Dana Meyer but I called her Spacegirl and she was my best friend from kindergarten to twelveth grade, where she ditched me on prom night to go bowling with the girl who's always taking photographs, Mirabel. I came back to the city thinking I'd reconnect with her but I returned to find out that she was gone. Completely erased from this world and without a gravestone nor anyone to remember her, the next.

I sat next to a Neuroptical employee on the plane and admittedly I couldn't contain my curiosity enough to take a peek at his computer screen. I didn't understand any of it but he caught me looking and he offered to explain it to me. I told him "oh you don't have to, I mean I really shouldn't be looking," but he told me they were having this research symposium and he's train by telling me about it. So there I was, mid-air, words being thrown at me about mathematical modeling of optical phenomena that humans usually receive but can't transmit. He told me he was a paraneurologist but not in the cancer way, in the para as in para-normal kind of way. I didn't really understand him.

I got off the plane and texted Dana to see if she was still around. Someone named Reagan replied that I had the wrong number. I asked around some old friends and they had no idea who I was talking about.

I found a poster taped to a pole. It had graffiti all over it. "spacegirl, we miss u lots :)!", it had said. Which was in itself a little strange because I was the only person that called her that, on account of her showing up two weeks in a row in first grade with a bucket on her head, proclaiming herself to be Spacegirl.

7/21/2026

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[CLASSIFICATION: WEIRDCORE/DREAMCORE] [LOG ID: #TML-TOKYO-VOID-07] [STATUS: RESTRICTED // PART 7 OF ∞] [SUBJECT: TOKYO-VOID-Terminal-01] 　

That night, looking out the window, I did not see moonlight.

Instead, my retinas caught the faint alignment of minute blue dots. Arranged in a strict, mathematical grid, they governed the world's surface textures like rendering guidelines.

"Just exhaustion," I whispered to the glass.

But in some deeper, subterranean layer of my mind, I already knew: that silence was never just a country night.

DATA FRAGMENT: 7 / ∞ - CONTINUING…]

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[CLASSIFICATION: WEIRDCORE/DREAMCORE] [LOG ID: #TML-TOKYO-VOID-06] [STATUS: RESTRICTED // PART 6 OF ∞] [SUBJECT: TOKYO-VOID-Terminal-01] 　

I remember pressing my fingertips against the rust of an abandoned tractor.

The tactile input should have been there, but what registered in my brain was a pure "ontological omission."

The rough, oxidized friction of iron was gone; in its place lay a hyper-calculated void, an absolute 404 NOT FOUND.

The more I sought to feel it, the more the texture of the world inverted itself, threatening to ingest my consciousness into its vacuum.

DATA FRAGMENT: 6 / ∞ - CONTINUING…]

[magical-girl-brainrot]

New Weird magical girl story send post

[dailyadventureprompts]

Another month, another mission for Triangle Agency! This time with art by the amazing @haoeu

When the city's lead planning official is found dead in his office with every inch of his body tattooed (inside and out), it's up to the Agents to trace a trail of graft and negligence to an abandoned highrise that's become a forty story canvas for local street artist. Waiting for them at the end of the mystery is a territorial anomaly fighting venomous tooth and nail against the forces of gentrification, leaving the agents to decide whether to squish it in the name of process, or find a more creative solution to its chromatic rage.

Come check it out, along with the amazing paranormal investigation game that's had be obsessed these past few months. https://sporadicdialogue.itch.io/urban-blight

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[CLASSIFICATION: WEIRDCORE/DREAMCORE] [LOG ID: #TML-TOKYO-VOID-05] [STATUS: RESTRICTED // PART 5 OF ∞] [SUBJECT: TOKYO-VOID-Terminal-01] 　

[Phase 0.2: Missing Textures (The Void Named Silence)]

Back in Ohio, in the rural expanse behind my childhood home, the cornfields used to stretch into nothingness.

The nocturnal rustle of stalks, the distant, low-frequency road noise of passing semi-trucks―these were supposed to be constants.

Yet, there were moments when a sudden, structural "blank" punctured the audio track.

The sound, the air, would instantaneously vanish, leaving my visual field flooded with a sterile, non-reactive silence.

DATA FRAGMENT: 5 / ∞ - CONTINUING…]