whnvr

@whnvr.bsky.social

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queer, disabled, neurozesty, AuDHD, anticapitalist, agender ally musician, cg artist, sci-fi writer, and worldbuilder creating 'the infinite garden' sci-fi setting for music proj whnvr Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ⦓ ⟢everything under the sun⟣ ⦔

screenshot of story excerpt, which reads: "Vada stood to full, modest height. ‘One day I’m going into the fog and I’m gonna see the old world. I bet there’s still people living there, actually. Bet it’s just the same. No e-tricity, but the same. I bet they’re like the people from our history books. I’m gonna find them me, just you wait!’ Vada declared. ‘You don’t even have a boat.’ Ocra observed. ‘I’ll swim. I can do it, I’m a good swimmer. I’m not afraid! Not even a little.’ He bragged. Ocra rolled her eyes and went back to casting rocks."
Cat curled up on plastic shopping bag looking up at the camera, tongue out.
A photo of Ableton Live 12 open to the piano roll, with music theory notes to the left side of the screen. Plants are in the background.
Doctor Coomer from wayneradiotv's Half Life VR but the AI is Self Aware saying 'Nature, is, beautiful!'
The Facility’s ruins had not been difficult to locate. Several kilometres into the fog, the forest began. Great octagonal columns rose from fractal ferric floors to raise up canopies of bristling spires and filaments, in intricate, cathedraline complexities — hundreds of beams would condense out of the fog each second, only to criss-cross through the branching cities, great lattice structures, bizarre geometries, and infinitesimal cilia above; scattering billions of ideas into the open air each time the light made contact. The forest and the floor had a sort-of ‘directionality’ to them. A sense of motion impressing itself upon their surface. Initially, this gave the impression the entire landscape had flown from the south like a glacier — trees and all. Yet, as Tencen drew closer, it became clear this environment diverged: instead growing outwards from a single point in all directions. Tencen passed the broken shells of tanks and the bones of fallen infantrymen as she crested the ridge to look down upon the cratered mass below. The valley stood as it had previously, every bit the forms Tencen had passed on her routine journeys into work, or seared into memory from the rapidly vanishing bodycams of the assault so long ago. Only now every inch — every rock, crevice, and rise — had blanketed itself in a thick, pitch carpet of filament that homogenised the world into a glinting, charcoal mass. From the hole in the centre, dark, metal arteries clawed their way out of the rubble. Immense tendrils growing to spread across the valley and eventually become the forest itself, standing proud against the horizon like the sky’s shadow, shrouded in fog and wreathed in its flickering lights. A chasmic valley, the eye of the storm: where the fog ceased and became elevated beyond all human recognition.
Once their civilisation, infrastructure, capabilities, organizations, and culture had deteriorated — collapsed — sufficiently melting away, an intricate yellow scripture appeared: an unfurling, infernal scrawling upon that blotted, magenta sky. It traced crosshatch spokes, radiating outwards over luminiferous canvas into overlapping diamonds, further scripture arcing above and below as though the lidding of some great eye. a tiny black diamond appeared at the murals centre — pupilline — seemingly gazing, impassive, at those below; clinging to whatever semblance of existence still remained to them. Blurred figures appeared first, waving in the ochre haze of choking dust and suffocating heat. Gargantuan heralds whose forms resemble mockeries of the planet’s own, native sapients. They simply stood before the script in the empty air, impassive; their role as orchestrator, or witness, ambiguous to those below. Rumours of entities, of malformed things began spreading haphazardly — by word of mouth — through the ramshackle, dotted, makeshift communities populating their broken world. Quiescent, bulbous, leathery sacks who hurt to look at, adorned and ostentatious, eyes of midnight jewels inlayed into ornate, metal filigree floating languidly from one location to the next.
<char_1> stood on that southern coast, watching <char_2> through her gasmask. Soft, algal biomats jostled for space atop stale water, puckered cracks opening and closing across the gentle surface like lips gasping, rising to sup desperate air. Clear sky paled against foreboding cyanic-cobalt below: a vibrant, sinister teal such that one could no longer look up and call the sky ‘blue’ with any real conviction. Where mats washed ashore, they lapped atop one another in layers of flaked and drying parchment, outgoing tides and floodwaters leaving vibrant sheaves desiccating beneath oppressive sunlight, floating flurries of fuzzy tufts coming away in clouds with every breeze to drift through air like dry sleet. Caught on soft breeze, they blew eastward up the coast, grazing soundlessly across her glass facehelmet as they brushed past
Photorealistic render. A futuristic platform of coopery tendrils inside a brushed metal box, with a glowing orb at its centre. Two miniscule figures stand by the platform, staring. The bottom inside edge of the cube is lined in miniature mountains and thick, fluffy, grey clouds. Cyan, magenta, and orange pillars of light tower to one side, flooding the bright scene. Up against a back wall hangs a giant banner with a shrugging emoticon next to it. Beyond the box, tendrils of sickly, bruised gradients curl around the image. Text to the left reads 'the platform', and beneath that, 'whnvr'.
A bitcrushed, dithered, data artefact, static-suffused, soft blue graphic featuring a pale blue design of a circle crossed by six lines at sharp angles. This is ringed by the words 'everything under the sun' repeating around the outside.
A sunny, botanical/naturalistic music production setup, featuring Ableton Live open on a black laptop, surrounded by black headphones, a microphone, Ableton Push, RGB mouse, plants, and decorative peacock feathers. There is a cat sleeping behind the monitor, and a view of trees out of the window behind that.