Are you aware of pacific drive? Stalker-like survival game taking place in forests of Olympic Peninsula

I was totally unaware and this looks super cool!

It looks like a cross between Mudrunner and Gravity Falls and I'm delighted

If anyone picks this up, let me know how you like it?

St. Johns Bridge in a dream

Pacific Northwestern Gothic

All the gift stores have mugs, fans, clothes, etc., with the infamous sasquatch printed on them. You've never seen him yourself, but you've heard from a friend of a friend...

The schools are filled with children, but oddly enough, never in your life have you seen a single child in the neighborhood.

There are beaches here. Big ones, too. But, they're not like the crowded touristy beaches of California and the like. No, there's a reason no one talks about these beaches. They're dark, windy, cold, and the water is vicious. You grew up on stories of people being dragged out into the waves and never seen again. These beaches are filled with dead birds buried in the sand. One time, you saw the bloody corpse of a baby seal, being torn apart by vultures. And everyone knows to run when you see the vultures.

Don't drive in the fog. You don't know what's in it, nor do you want to.

Every day at noon, they test the tsunami sirens. They're supposed to last only a few seconds, unless there really is a tsunami, in which case they will blare for at least two minutes. Nobody really bats an eye when they blare, it's practically a lunch bell to them. But still, every time, there are those few second where everyone goes silent, listening, counting the seconds the sirens go. And the panic that ensues within you when the siren goes on for just a little too long...

The mountains go on forever. Don't bother trying to reach the end of the trail. You won't.

At night, you can hear the coyotes calling. Best to keep your pets inside. Let them out when you hear the coyotes and you might not see them again.

Sometimes, you'll look out your window at night and there might be a deer right at your window. Ignore it, it just likes to watch you sleep. Do not provoke it. You don't know just what happens if you do, but you're father always told you...

Don't let your dog off leash if it barks while on a walk in the woods. It knows something you don't, but it doesn't know not to chase whatever it is.

There's a church at every corner. You're pretty sure there's never been a service at any of them.

Dear skulls. Dear skulls everywhere.

hello sweet angels

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The cemetery tonight 💕

Northern State Hospital in Sedro Woolley, WA

i’m reading an absolutely incredible pacific northwestern gothic lesbian romance/mystery novel (the dead and the dark by courtney gould) one of many i’ve been enjoying over the past few months, and i really gotta say that i’m usually a pretty unbothered bitch who minds her own business but i cannot stand people calling twilight pacific northwestern gothic. it’s exactly like the debate a while back over how inauthentic southern gothic feels/is from people who aren’t from the south. bc i assure you brigham young university is not a genuine pacific northwestern experience and neither is anything in twilight.

like, this novel is absolutely nailing the creepiness of hyper conservative small towns in eastern oregon (aka the maga headquarters of the goddamned world and the place where my dad escaped a literal neo-nazi skinhead cult) filled with old families and rampant corruption. another one i recently read used the sociopolitical issue of “hipster portlandia” culture, which beneath the surface of quirky leftists and food trucks is just cultural erasure, sickening gentrification and hostility against the poor, as what the gothic style monstrosity represented.

even if we brush past politics to just discuss the ecology, history and infrastructure, true authenticity is in dilapidated logging towns, the feeling you get in your spine when there’s a mountain lion watching you in the woods that you can’t see or hear, being baptized by rainwater imbued with toxic wildfire smoke, the grey fog over the cold beaches, the lovecraftian dead things that often wash up on those beaches, cities built on bones of burned cities and named after the dead leaders murdered by conquerors, covens of new age woodland witches, ghosts of pioneers, beasts of the wilds fighting against rampant deforestation, corpses of lost skiers frozen in the mountain snow and an unsettling history of geothermal and volcanic activity. not to mention the seriously disproportionate number of creepy cults which have thrived (and died) here.

maybe i was influenced by growing up hearing my parents talk about watching the air around them suddenly become thick with blinding white ash and then looking out their windows when the smoke cleared to see half a mountain just gone or the fact that the grandmother’s house in halloweentown was filmed in my grandmother’s old house or even just my own personal eerie experiences while hiking alone in the pacific wilderness but come on man.

hell, i’ve been to forks twice and my uncle’s place on the san juan islands a ferry ride from port angeles more often than that and she even has the weather wrong. the rich mythos of the cascadian culture from last decade to pre-columbus is fascinating but she just made up harmful stereotype fueled shit out of thin air. the twilight saga is a generic paranormal romance story that could be set literally anywhere. i’m an unashamed twilight fangirl but it’s about as far from proper pacific northwestern gothic as you can get so can we please stop calling it that?

hollow hearts ・dark tides

summer project things!

playlists based on locations and their aesthetics

suburbia; neon store lights, empty parking lots with teens smoking on sidewalks where they think their parents don’t see, one story houses in neighborhoods where no one’s secrets stay hidden long

cities; towering skyscrapers and overcrowded city blocks, driving through streets at night when lit up windows looks like stars, wandering the empty blocks at 3am after a drunken night out at some dive bar with your friends

sweet southern romanticism; sprawling fields that glow gold in the light, small farmhouses where you wake up to the ambiance of the farm animals, homemade pies and sun stained polaroids from your childhood

dark academia; the secrets on campus are hidden amongst the bookshelves of the century old library, students wear tweed and perpetually radiate autumn, someone went missing and two of the students in your classics lecture share knowing looks

midwestern gothic; endless plains and hills drenched in snow, suffocatingly small towns ringed by ominous forests, mysterious rustling in the cornfields and strange noises amidst the trees, abandoned gas stations, frostbite nips at your toes and fingers

pacific northwestern gothic; small, glowing lights in the distance on the freeway, isolated houses dotted through the dew soaked forests, rustling of something big moving through the trees, the smell of moss and pine and petrichor perpetually hanging in the air

Listen to: An Owl's Gift by Ruhr Hunter

witch house pdx 2014

North Idaho Gothic

-The pines in the forest don't bend, and they don't break. No matter how heavy the rain or how strong the wind, they will stand perfectly still. Nobody asks why.

-Do not cut down the trees here. They will be back.

-The sky is blue, not a cloud to be seen. Rain falls. Nobody ever wonders why. Still, the sky is clear, and rain falls.

-Do not swim in Lake Pend Orielle. It will draw you in. Do not touch the water. The things that live in its depths are waiting.

-The towns may seem small, but you will get lost. The streets keep going, on and on, ever narrower. The buildings watch you lose your way, and they smile.

-The dogs don't bark after nightfall. Ever. They keep their silent vigil until dawn. You wonder why, but the look in their eyes tells you everything.

-Nobody ever comes or goes. If someone does come, they won't be here for long. They don't know this land, or its laws. Sooner or later they will break one, and they will be gone.

-The missionaries will be at your door with a smile and you turn them away. They smile, and you turn them away. Something about the smile seems hollow, empty. You never look at their eyes, nobody does. Nobody knows what they will see, and they don't want to find out.

-There are children's toys littered around almost every yard, but you never see any children. Every time you look out the window, the toys have moved.

-On every street, all but one streetlamp is dead. No one goes out after nightfall, because they know what is under the dark streetlamps. If you ask them they will deny it, but they know.

-If you see a river stone with a hole in it, don't touch it. And no matter what, never look through it. When you return home, it won't be the same as when you left it.

-It's quiet in the forest, but don't let that deceive you. They are watching. You know it, because you hear the distant tinkle of windchimes and the chill on the back of your neck.

-Don't wander. You won't find your way back. You never will.

Cryptid For Your Consideration:

pine bough demon. long spindly limbs, too many, or just enough. covered in green needles. resin-dark eyes. lies like a fallen branch until you look away. tip-tap rustling across the forest floor.

Learning the hard way that I should use pencil when experimenting with a new genre