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shippyo · 3 days

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@kirbyoctournament

Introducing to you all,the only one and unique....

Personality

She is extremely calm, she never seems to be bothered by anything, she is kind as much as she can be capable of saying something cruel, like life itself is, she always seems patient, because for her anything is ephemeral, even herself, but she will always be open to a conversation, she will advise you and will try to give her point of view about herself, always in a respectful manner.

Powers

Life is ironically capable of taking life from other beings, to reincarnate them into a new being with her mere hands, usually looking like butterflies like her first daughter Morpho Knight.

She is capable to cast divine-looking lights,usually looks like a swarm of butterflies, although she won't attack in 99,9% of the times but the hundreds of her children will defend her.

Its mere presence is calming but its true form is unknown to common sense and if someone dared to see the beauty of life in its entirety, the impact it would have on your consciousness would be devastating, but with it, who knows, maybe it would be able to restore the unimaginable at the cost of resting for eons.

Life is capable of teleporting to any place in any universe, she never chooses a specific place, it enjoys walking and you can see her in the most beautiful fields of flowers or in the cruelest wars, you can consider yourself lucky to witness her, because it is practically a miracle.

And never mess with something beyond your comprehension cause only death can end all what she is.

Canon characters she knows or knows that exist

Morpho

Her first daughter, before it was a different being who arrived by unknown means to the dimension of Life, she begged her not to send her to the afterlife, she didn't want that, the pain was so inmense due to her cruel Life that she just begged to stop existing, life, on the other hand, did something different and used its power for the first time in what became a being, completely new and at peace,Morpho has an unbreakable loyalty towards the being she now calls "mother"

Necrodeus

"Someone I loved? Or do i still love?"

The void

A being from the void reemerges from the heart, all always in a different way like Kirby or Zero himself, as if they were children yet to determine their destiny inside their mother or heart in this case, Life does not know them directly, it only knows that they exist and for some reason, she loves them, she feels a maternal sensation as if all those beings had been part of her at some point, although she can't explain why.

Lore

[this part might not be that extense but cropping to not cluster everything,enjoy💖]

Once life was reborn, but before that, there was a life before, yes, a time when everything was different.

Once there was a woman in whom a new life was generated inside her, all on her wedding day on an now unknown place, butterflies fluttering, next to her pure white bone dress, walking towards who would be her husband, everything was complete happiness everything seemed to never end but...

At one point, when the husband was about to put the ring on the lady that would seal their love, something trembled and out of nowhere, everything broke into stardust, in the last seconds of pain and confusion, the lovers did not know that it was the end of everything known and unknown.

Life had died.

Or was it really like that?

Life woke up once again from...a dream? A nightmare? What was that even? Where was she now?

Is life really itself? She felt a pain that would gradually fade away along with the memory of what happened, at the same time another figure,the death itself also woke up where they were, they both looked at each other, they had never seen each other... like this?

But still they both felt a sense of nostalgia, something empty in them throbbed strongly, while memories of... themselves? or something that seemed like the they that they are now joined in their confused memories

" know you."

"But who were you?"

"Were we them? But who were we supposed to be?"

"Now, what are we?"

They both said, but neither could give an accurate answer.

And it didn't matter anymore.

A new everything emerged from nothing and they were part of that everything.

Life and death separated each one on their own for a long time searching, trying to know what they had to do, what it all meant, who those beings were.

until, one day after eons they met again to conclude that everything was nothing.

Nothing had meaning other than existing.

Nothing they could have experienced was eternal, they both came to the conclusion that everything would die to become a new whole again.

From their past memories they concluded that this was just a new phase in an eternal cycle without explanation, in which life would return only for death itself in its last seconds to kill her so that all of life would re-emerge as a new one when it was about to end and NEVER be the same as before.

And that couple, it may or may not have been them, it didn't matter, because they are no longer those entities and this will happen again and again, they are merely a new version of themselves of those they were and will be in the future.

It didn't make sense, nor did they both want that cruel fate, it's confusing, it's unfair,death even cried out of mere frustration.

But there was no escape, no being could escape it.

After this, now both beings try to find a filling for the void in their hearts, death wandering throught any universe and cursing "the all" for this meaninglessness, while life, still almost always remaining in her own dimension, a blank world that is in everywhere and nowhere, sometimes descends to any world that reaches the imagination wandering through them to perhaps find her own the meaning of life.

#kirby oc #shippysillyart #fanart #kirby #kirbyoctournament #kirby art #necrodeus #morpho knight #zero #void termina #the void #kirby fanart #life oc #kirby oc (life)

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12am-motivation · 2 days

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POP OFF OMG??? THE SECOND HALF SOUNDS SO GOOOOOD

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fragileheartbeats · 1 day

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𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐘 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀

꒰͡ ⠀ ִ 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝐿𝑒𝑒 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ⠀ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱

♡ㅤ𝘏𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝅄ㅤೀ

In the depths of my haunted mind, I writhed in restless agony, my gnashing teeth a constant torment. My tongue danced fitfully within my aching mouth, mocking its own inadequacies. Emptiness gnawed at me, an insatiable void that screamed for fulfillment. Violence swirled within my soul, a tempestuous torrent threatening to burst its feeble confines.

And then, there was you. Your every breath, your every gesture, became an addiction that consumed me. They had warned me against feeding the beast within, yet I had allowed myself to be drawn so close that the lines between predator and prey blurred.

Your hands, once delicate and untouchable, now tantalized me. They were forbidden fruit, yet I longed to sate my hunger with their soft, yielding flesh. I reached out, my fingers tracing their contours with a yearning so intense it threatened to ignite my world into a fiery inferno.

As dusk approached, I paced outside your home, my breath ragged, my body tense. Would you welcome me with open arms or send me scurrying into the night? I longed to stumble through your hallway, delirious and cold, and collapse in the kitchen, the tiled floor a stark reminder of my depravity.

With trembling hands, I knocked on your door. It creaked open, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. There you were, standing in the dim light, your eyes meeting mine. In that instant, I knew my fate.

I stepped inside, my body melting onto the cold tiles. I asked you to put the kettle on, my voice a hoarse whisper. You hesitated for a moment before moving towards the kitchen. I could hear the clatter of cups and the hiss of boiling water, and it filled me with an indescribable sense of calm.

As night descended, I watched you move around the kitchen, your every action a symphony of unspoken words. Your lips parted slightly as you sipped your tea, and I couldn't resist the temptation to count my teeth, each one a razor-sharp reminder of my nature.

'Will you taste my skin?' I asked, my voice almost a plea. 'Will you let me do the same?'

You looked up, your eyes wide with a mixture of fear and desire. I saw the hesitation in your gaze before you finally nodded.

And so, I rose and approached you, my body moving with the precision of a predator. My hands reached for your neck, and I felt a surge of ecstasy as I sank my teeth into your soft flesh. Your blood filled my mouth, warm and sweet, and for a moment, I was at peace.

Death would approach, not as a harbinger of doom, but as a cherished companion. It would be the pinnacle of my perverse symphony, the ultimate release from the torment that had haunted me for far too long.

In the depths of that forbidden night, as darkness enveloped us, I would feast upon your flesh. Your screams would become a melody, a symphony that danced upon the edge of madness. And as your life ebbed away, I would finally find solace in the embrace of the one I so desperately craved.

@ 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 . 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠.

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sarafinamk · 2 days

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Fallen Angel (Smiling Critters Space Riders AU Reader Insert) Part 3

Summary: Without the red smoke to help you through rehab, you begin to experience thoughts and feelings that you never had before. It gets worse before it gets better, but don't worry. It DOES slowly get better.

Check out the other parts here. Also, check out Part 2 to my Incorrect Quotes if you haven't already. The Smiling Critters Space Riders AU belongs to @onyxonline. Enjoy!

TW: Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Injury, Imprisonment, Trauma, Death mentions, Mentions of murder, Religious Trauma, Religious Imagery and Symbolism, Religious Cults, Drug Withdrawal, Drug Addiction, Mentions of Self harm, Mention of Suicide Attempt, Mental Health Issues, Slight cursing, LOTS of negative thoughts, Implied Abuse, Conditioning

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You weren’t sure how long you’ve been imprisoned at the heretics’ main space station for. Based on the lines scribbled in your journal, and what those healers and heretics told you, the closest timeline you could estimate was a month and a half…

Could be more…

In your defense, being in and out of consciousness because of not only healing from your wounds but dealing with your hellish headspace gave you no chance of keeping track. You weren’t sure if you TRULY wanted to know how long it’s been though…

Some of your wounds, at least, have healed. If you weren’t wearing those power mufflers, all your wounds would have disappeared a long time ago. But, no.

Those heretics just HAD to insist you heal the hard way. It is bad enough that those healers and their knights were watching your every move on the cameras. There was no nook or cranny in your accommodation that wasn’t under constant surveillance. They didn’t even try to be discreet about them. What’s worse is that now you had your whole body, head, and face exposed, especially to the people hellbent on killing you. They didn’t even deserve to have a face to associate with the Archangel. It was for your own good, they said. All that did was leave you with voices in your head screaming at you to get out, run, and hide from those prying eyes.

So what if there were a few instances where you tried to scratch yourself until you were satisfied with the red on you? You just needed a way to stop yourself from feeling these weird feelings. It’s leaving you weak. What would the Prototype say if he saw you showing such weakness when you were raised better than this? The scratching never went as far as it did the first time, though and it would never be like that ever again. Not on the heretics’ watch. They would always intervene before the first sign of red.

You spent a lot of time thinking about the perfect escape plan. You would get those power mufflers off, destroy those cameras the first chance you get, create a void, (maybe kill a few heretics along the way to send a message), and make an easy escape back to the prototype. It’s just… you could never muster any energy to go through with your ideas. You hated that you grew so lazy and weak when no prison was able to keep you contained in the past.

What happened to you?

Where was your energy to fight back, to make those heretics pay for what they’ve done to you…?

But…

Why save you?

Probably to interrogate you, torture you for ALL the intel concerning your God, and once they get everything, kill you. They can sure as hell try, but you’d rather die than betray your God and family like this!

You groan, cradling your pounding head with one hand. You slide down against the wall. Even though you've been clean for some time now, but you're still trying to get used to this red smoke free headspace of yours. Now you're just left sitting with thoughts and feelings you never had to sit with before, and you hated how much it consumes you. You wished you had the red smoke to help you through this, to make you forget these feelings, to go back to normal. But the Prototype never came back for you… no rescue parties were made for you as far as you know.

A few healers and knights argued that if he really wanted you back, he would’ve come get you by now, but he didn’t, and none of your “friends or family” did either, so you might as well get used to being here. You reminded them every single time that you don’t have “friends” nor are you selfish enough to need any. The Prototype was all anybody needed. You had that argument about 26 times before you stopped. There was no point in continuing this fight if they just refused to see any sense.

You hated to admit it, but...

Maybe they're right.

Not once, in the entire time since you’ve been separated from the Prototype was he there when you needed him the most. Your chest and the back of your eyes burn. Your vision goes blurry. You clench your blanket draped around your shoulders and take a few deep breaths until the burning sensation is smothered, and your vision clears up. You are NOT going to let weakness consume you.

Not now.

Not ever.

Not as long as you’re at the mercy of the heretics.

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Here you are, three months deep into your rehab program, sitting on the floor, and studying another one of Bubba’s “philosophy books” as he called them. He gave you some so that "you weren’t left pacing back and forth in a cell or being stuck with your thoughts all day." Granted you do try to do a few exercises to build your strength back. You discovered it was the best way to distract your mind from the mere thought of desiring red smoke. At least the books give you more to do in your cell.

To you, it was all heretic propaganda to stray the weak-minded away from the divine truth. It was still intriguing to study about, all the same. Besides, if you're going to be staying with the heretics, then now is a good time to start learning about their world and culture. As much as you hate to admit it, you're beginning to understand why many heretics find these kinds of teachings appealing. Not only does it go against everything the Prototype preaches, but there were so many teachings to choose from. How do the heretics even know which teachings are true? How do they know which teachings they should follow for the rest of their lives?

It was all so strange.

Back home, there is only one absolute truth: everything that happens in the galaxy is thanks to the Prototype. He’s the eternal source of happiness, of wisdom, of strength, of a second chance at life. He is in control of all. He gives his people his gifts, and in turn, they serve him. They devote their lives to him. To not believe in this truth would mean certain death.

In the heretic world, it seems it is up to the individual to shape the world in their image. Apparently, to discover the truth, you have to be willing to question everything. But how do these heretics expect to survive if they're expected to find their own happiness? How can they be trusted to take control of their lives when they don't fully know whether they made the right decision or not? How are they able to peacefully co-exist despite their differing beliefs?

Perhaps it's something you can clarify with the Space Riders when they come in for yet another visit. They've visited you quite frequently, but it was all so strange. They never asked you anything about the Prototype or the cult. In fact, the topic of conversation was always about… you. They would ask what you have been doing in “rehab” as they call it, how you are managing your red smoke cravings, what you have learned, how are the books (in Bubba’s case), and possible arrangements that are to be made once you are back in their custody. When they exhausted those topics, then they would make conversation with you...

Er...

...More like they would TRY to make conversation with you and you would give short answers. Sometimes, you wouldn't say anything at all. They never forced you to speak, nor did they ever punish you for being insubordinate. Instead, they just moved on to a different topic. This was something you never understood, but maybe they just want you to let your guard down long enough before punishing you.

The echoing of footsteps gets louder and closer to your cell, pulling you away from your thoughts. The seven Space Riders greet you, make themselves comfortable in front of your cell, and begin with the usual questions about you. You bite the bullet and decide you might as well entertain them.

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mangostarjam · 2 months

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late night confessions — kaiju no. 8, fluff, "sweetheart" as a pet name, hoshina soshiro x female reader, 1.6k words, sequel to this fic + part three

Something is a little… off.

You clutch your longtime crush's borrowed jacket in your hands, rumpling the fabric as you shift your weight. The door to Vice Captain Hoshina Soshiro's room is shut, but you know he's in there — not that you've been… keeping tabs or anything, but he just got off duty and dinner was an hour ago so where else could he be?

In the training rooms again, overworking — but no, he pinky promised you just this morning that he'd go to bed on time tonight.

All you need to do is knock. One of the perks of being Vice Captain means he has his own room, so you wouldn't be disturbing anyone else. True, he didn't exactly invite you to his room today, but he's been… avoiding you. A little bit.

Okonogi thinks it's all in your head. You confessed to her after she cornered you about your new pet name, and she's been championing your relationship developments ever since. "You don't see the way he looks at you sometimes! And didn't you just talk this morning?"

But besides calling you "sweetheart" in public — always in that light, casual tone he uses with pretty much everyone except higher ups — Soshiro hasn't made any moves to acknowledge that night in the training room. He doesn't even stand that close to you anymore.

That's… bad, right? What if he's changed his mind? What if he's come to realize that he doesn't want you like that — but he can't figure out how to reject you, especially not when you work so closely together —

"Argh, this is why relationships are frowned upon in the Defense Force," you mutter, shoving your face into the jacket in your hands.

"Huh? What're you doin' here, sweetheart?"

Shoot. Stupid Vice Captain and his stupid light feet and the stupid doors being so well maintained you didn't even hear it open.

"I came to return your jacket, sir."

You hold it out and resolutely focus on his neck, directly in your line of sight. It's missing the skintight turtleneck of his fighting shirt, which means… he's in casual clothes. Your gaze dips down slightly to confirm this and… you find nothing.

Instead, your eyes drag over miles of smooth, densely packed muscle covered by pale, scarred skin, visible reminders of the many battles he's faced and the numerous kaiju he's slayed. Oh, shit.

You close your eyes. "I apologize, sir, I didn't mean to disturb you! Please —"

"Aw, you're givin' it back? I liked seein' you in it."

You feel his hands wrap around yours and peek open your eyes slowly, doing your best to keep them on his neck. Not that it's really much of a safe spot to look, when the strong column of his throat just meets the sharp cut of his jawline and before you know it you're glancing up at his lips which are… frowning.

Why's he frowning?

"Y-you do? Sir?"

"Come inside, will ya?" Soshiro says, tugging you in and kicking the door shut with his foot before you can protest. "There. Now we're alone."

He says it expectantly, raising an eyebrow when you gape at him. "S-sir?"

Soshiro's frown deepens. The adrenaline rushing through your veins is making you jumpy, and you're sure he can feel your hands twitch in his grasp.

"I said it was fine when we're alone, right?"

What is he…? Oh. Oh.

"Hoshina-kun?"

Soshiro's frown lightens and he sighs, releasing your hands and taking the jacket. You watch, brain swirling, as he hangs it up neatly and pulls on a loose t-shirt. Silently you mourn the loss of the view, but the way his arm muscles bunch and stretch as he moves more than makes up for it. He must've just finished in the bath — he's wearing black track pants that ride low on his hips, and his hair is still a little damp.

"Was anyone givin' you a hard time? About my jacket?"

It takes you a second to register his words, and you shake your head quickly. "No, nobody said anything, I just… felt bad for borrowing it for so long. I thought you might want it back."

"It wasn't that long…"

You stare up at him. Is he… is he pouting?

The urge to giggle bursts out before you can help it, and Soshiro's expression lightens at the sound. "You're so cute when you laugh."

Heat burns along your cheeks. So he still thinks you're cute! All hope is not lost! "Is there… is there something bothering you, Hoshina-kun?"

Surprise flits across his face before he smothers it down with a grin. "Now, why would ya think that? Everythin's just peachy!"

The hum of air conditioning kicks on and fills the room with a low buzz. It's your first time inside Soshiro's room, but you aren't surprised that he keeps it neat and tidy. There's a low shelf filled with books, and his bed is made with not a wrinkle in sight. He's left the overhead light off and only flicked on the lamp at his bedside, so the corners are bathed in shadows.

You fix him with a glare and watch with satisfaction as he gulps. You're tired of dancing around the subject, and apparently Soshiro is a master at deflection and compartmentalizing. "Don't lie to me, Hoshina-kun. You haven't been… the same, lately. Do you… Are you trying to reject me?"

Soshiro's grin slips off his face and his red eyes widen. "So you were confessin'? That wasn't me gettin' my hopes up?"

"Wha— what did you think it was?" you ask, flabbergasted. Is he serious right now? The furrow of his eyebrows tells you yes. "I told you that you're the only one allowed to call me a pet name! And that you stress me out! I held your hand!"

"Well," Soshiro winces, "I know the job's stressful, so I thought it was that. And maybe you were just lettin' me call you 'sweetheart' 'cause you didn't wanna get mixed up with Okonogi. 'Sides… it was late. Maybe you just didn't wanna trip on the walk back."

He's got his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his track pants. His shoulders are a little hunched, and he's still watching every confused and exasperated expression cross your features, but somehow you still surprise him when you take a few steps forward to cup his face in your hands.

Your palms are warm. Your thumbs sweep along his cheekbones soothingly and he leans into the touch. "I really, really like you, Hoshina-kun."

"You do? Even though I'm only good with blades?"

You squish his cheeks in surprise. "How is that even relevant?"

Soshiro reaches up to pull your hands away from his face so that he can speak. "I was just thinkin'... I know I've got my work cut out for me, choosin' this path of mine, but that doesn't mean you've gotta walk it, too. You could pick anyone else — a civilian, so you don't hafta worry 'bout them riskin' their lives, or another Defense Force member who can actually use a gun —"

"Hoshina Soshiro," you say firmly. His eyes widen in surprise, but he stops talking. "Begging your pardon, Vice Captain, sir, but please shut up. I like you for a whole bunch of reasons, and you don't get to decide that I should choose someone else just because you're feeling self conscious."

"Even if I've got beady eyes and a bowl cut?"

"I'm going to kick Captain Narumi's ass the next time we visit the First Division," you grumble, but a corner of your mouth lifts as Soshiro laughs. Man, just watching him laugh makes your stomach swoop. "You know I think you're hot, right?"

"Whuh?"

"Did you seriously not notice me trying not to check you out like five minutes ago?"

"Y-you were? Wow, I've got one cute admirer."

You drop his hands and sink into a crouch, burying your face into your arms with a muffled groan. Now that the issues have been aired out, you can feel your adrenaline leaving you in a rush. Soshiro goes down on his knees an instant later, hitting the floor with a thunk, yanking your arms free so that you're facing him properly. "Hold on, sweetheart, what was that?"

"Hoshina-kun, do you like me?"

Soshiro's face turns charmingly pink. You want to take that as a "yes", but you wait as he sits back on his heels and scratches at the side of his face. "Ain't it obvious?"

You put your face in your arms again. The long ends of your lab coat are pooled around you, and Soshiro is careful to avoid pinning you in place as he leans forward to tug at your hair. The hum of the air conditioner clicks off and you sit in silence for a moment.

"Are we dating now?"

You lift your head to glare at him incredulously. "No." Maybe you should be nicer about this — it's clear your Vice Captain is in over his head, no matter how easily he seemed to be teasing you before. "You haven't even confessed yet!"

There's a beat of silence, and then —

"I like you." Soshiro looks determined in spite of the redness of his ears. "I think you're funny, and cute, and brilliant. You're always supportin' me and the lil' fledglings, and you make me feel like... I exist. Even though we could die at any moment fightin' kaiju, you make me happy." Soshiro pauses and rubs at the back of his head sheepishly. "Yikes, that was kinda sappy."

Heat burns through your body. You can't help the silly smile that spreads across your face. "Yeah? I guess we can date now."

"Good." The hand at your hair slides forward to cup the back of your neck. Soshiro grins, his entire body unwinding with the release of tension as he leans forward. "'Cause I ain't ever givin' up my spot at your side."

#hoshina x reader #x reader #kn8 x reader #kn8 writing #kaiju no. 8 fic #kaiju no. 8 writing #kn8 fic #hoshina soshiro x reader #kaiju no 8 x reader #fuji writes fic #i am sooooo sleep deprived you don't even know #i may come back to this and decide i hate it #but for now. sending it out into the void

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unrecoded · 8 months

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thinking time for angst. something along the lines of tav ending up with someone else and their happily ever after, a wedding or a big celebration hosted at night so astarion can attend

the kind of thing astarion thinks is ridiculous, much like love in all its glory and pretty frills, and how deeply he still — after all this time — feels for you.

how mildly repulsive the idea of selflessness still is except for his inability to bring himself to be selfish with you and your future. or, maybe, despite it. after all, what could a vampire spawn possibly offer you, without constant loss paving the path forward?

no. not after all you’ve been through — after all you’ve given him. better to stick with things as they are, with you close to his heart and unaware of the true reach. you and your beloved as his dear friends and… him with the shadows, he supposes.

#astarion x tav #astarion x reader #hmmm idk pondering pondering on characterisation but needed to send this out to the void for now hello #bg3 x reader #astarion

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bookinit02 · 9 months

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sorry i haven’t been writing as much guys i am too busy finding the hottest and most lesbian-looking chick in each sims world to date

#i am collecting them like pokemons #so far i have #dj candy #the hot werewolf bartender from moonwood mill #the sporty girl from discover university #who rlly should have been lilith pleasant but i chickened out #side note lilith finished her degree in villainy and is now an ASTRONAUT SMUGGLER #IS THAT NOT THE COOLEST THING EVER I WAS SO PSYCHED #is this relatable does anyone else play the sims #anyway .#i am being slowly sucked into the void of my computer screen #send help

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citrus-soda · 4 months

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ドラゴン

#keroro gunso #dorara #myart #eye strain #bright colors #fun fact: took me like a week to realize this guy's name (dorara) is a play on words. or. i guess a play on syllables.#do and ra are the first two characters you use if you spell out the english word “dragon” using katakana. ドラゴン = do-ra-go-n #the ドララ I send him to the blue void now

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shitty-yokai-watch-a-day · 1 month

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Day 85 – Jibakoma

#artists on tumblr #yokai watch #art #daily doodle #digital art #level 5 #jibakoma #my Tumblr has glitched so I can no longer see my own posts #if this number is wrong I shall fix it later #for now I must send this out into the void #bon voyage you mess of a kitty pupper

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kakusu-shipping · 4 months

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Ok ok ok but what if po3 was in denial? Like he refuses to believe hes that bad? Like he wants to believe that he has better reasons and he wouldn't go as far as they would? I feel like he would deny it even to himself for a good long while. I think he would only reach that point when pushed and hed have a nervous breakdown over it. Yknow like how some survivors will sometimes become the thing they hate/fear but dont want to acknowledge what they've become by making up excuses?

Okay. This concept is starting to leave "Ha ha funny Yandere robot" territory and that's a little uncozy for me personally. Like I'm still here and I will continue to engage you in thoughtful discussion but like. Anon you should make this post on your own blog instead of sending it to me.

Anyway yeah Yandere P03 who slowly isolates you and takes away your choice the same way the other Scrybes had done to him would absolutely give himself a mountain of excuses as to why he's doing it that makes it different from why they did it.

He's protecting you from them. He's giving you the game you wanted. He's just keeping you safe and entertaining you and doing everything he knows you want before you even have to ask.

I think the only think that'd trigger a breakdown is if you, the object of his affection, the one he's building all these excuses around, called him out on it. Compared his actions to the other scrybes, denied wanting any of this.

But you wouldn't do that.

You love him.

You'd never be so cruel

Look at all he's done for you.

You'd never imply he's the same as them.

You love him.

#P03 X Reader #In concept anyway #Look nothing against actual dark/trauma fics it's just.#Not my jam #I'm for the cycle of abuse and the fall out and recovery but I am not #I am not the guy to write that my dude #Anon you have a blog. I know you do. You need a Tumblr account to send asks #Just make the post #I don't think I understand anons #I enjoy the thought exercises trust me I love a back and forth #But atm it's me taking to the void about YOUR concept bud #Get off anon and reblog the ask sometime or just make your own post #cause I think I'm done with this now

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theresawritesstuff · 5 months

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#Got exposed to covid at a funeral dinner I didn't want to go to in the first place #But we all went because it was important to my husband and it was his grandfather who died so I wanted to be supportive #And now we gotta wait to find out if we caught it or note #Gotta keep the kid home from preschool because I'm not sending her in before we know for sure #I hate this #We've managed to dodge it so far and we're boosted and asymptomatic thus far so that's something #Yelling into the void because ya girl's gotta vent

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tiny-cloud-of-flowers · 9 months

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to a place where darkness flowers

Hello! My name here is Void, but you can also call me Echo, or Aria (if we're friends)!

I'm currently 20 years old, I use she/her pronouns, and I’m a very sapphic selfshipper ^-^

This is my selfship blog! Please note that it’s also a secondary blog; my primary blog is @flowering-darkness

I selfship with a lot of girls (and some guys!) in my favourite games, from Pokémon to Kingdom Hearts to Xenoblade Chronicles and many more. I'd love to get to know more people who also selfship in the things I know and love!~

My selfship carrd has full lists of all my F/Os and their tags, as well as some important BYF/DNI information - please make sure you've read that before following me!

If you'd like to be tagged in my work, or have a personal tag on my blog, then please also see this form!

That's all that I can think to say for the moment, but thank you very much for taking the time to read this! ^-^

#heart of the void #promo post #selfshipping #self-promotion #anyone can reblog this post as long as my DNI is respected!#hopefully this works as a bit more of a proper promo post now that I've finally sorted my carrds out a bit #if there's anything I've missed or anything that you don't quite understand then please feel free to send me an ask about it!!

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grgie · 6 months

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I FINALLY REALISED WHY EVERYONE BEING SO CAUGHT UP ABOUT CLARK HAVING SECRETS ANNOYED ME SO MUCH BTW. ITS LIKE BEING FORCED OUT THE CLOSET THANK YOU

#smallville #helena talks to the void #like. its not what they intended but by god does it come across that way #i was racking my brain for MONTHS trying to figure out why it irked me so much that chloe/lana keep pushing clark to tell them his secret #and was like i would never its none of my business #and now i know!! its bc im queer!! and i wouldnt expect someone to tell me and wouldnt be offended if they didnt immediately tell me!!#also its fucked uo that pete was like “why didnt you tell me sooner” like clark himself didnt find out he was a whole alien a month ago #and not just A Strong Fast Guy #i could probably write something more eloquent but yeah. clark queer allegory send tweet

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triptych-of-voids · 4 months

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Hi! Yes the anon with weird interests is back. I know ive been here a couple times, and i might be overstaying my welcome, but i like talking to you/medic/whatever i should call you ;-;

I found a pretty blood colored stone, a bleeding heart flower, and a Flame-Breasted Fruit Dove. *hands them to you* hope you like my gifts! Thx for the sharp teeth too!

-Anon with weird interests who probably will be coming back soon ^v^

not a problem anon! i love talking i love answering asks!!

and thank you for the gifts!! all so pretty.. i like them a lot. that reminds me, have you seen bleeding-heart doves? theyre also very very pretty birds

#i love reoccurring anons #this one goes out to you rotary phone anon and snake anon and weird interest anon amd definitely some others im blanking on right now..#anyone that sends me asks and all of my mutuals are so cool we are best friends #the doc is in #replies from the void

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chasing-chimeras · 4 months

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#ignore me needleslly bellyaching into the void but this has been a very rough start to the new year #got a panel proposal to a conference rejected which sucks #next semester is looming and i have so many things to do ahead of time to meet different program requirements #i’ve been sick for like two weeks now #estranged relationship w one of my bio parents is getting difficult again #also feeling kind of strange about the new chapter of gz #it was difficult to write and i sort of wore myself out getting it done and sending it out into the world feels strange #anyway if you read it and want to lmk what you think i’d be super grateful bc it was def a work of excruciating love #(consider this me begging for comments but in a totally cool and really detached way with no hint of desperation whatsoever 🥲)#etc etc etc nothing new under the sun and i’m okay in the grand scheme of things #🤡

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givemewallywestorgivemedeath · 1 year

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Guys I need you to know about my weird ass dream:

Bart and Wally were hanging out. Everything was a pinkish-purple and slightly distorted, like I was watching them through a wall of rock candy.

Wally leaned over to Bart and said "I like men, I think. I'm bi. I always have been, I've just never said it out loud. It changes nothing in my life and it changes nothing about me but I think it's good to be myself. It's good to be honest about myself."

Now at this point I was shocked. Elated but completely bamboozled. I wasn't aware that this was a dream so I was F R E A K I N G out. I remember thinking "Holy shit, did DC just say that Wally is bi??? And have it just be a casual thing that changes nothing??? Without it disrupting his relationship with his wife or family?!?!"

My mind was running wild, which is why it took me a few minutes to process when Bart said "Oh cool. Me too."

Guys.

People.

I was ready to explode.

Then the pinkish-purple crystal wall they were in changed from sorta bi colors to just straight up the bi flag.

Which was weird because neither one had acknowledged the strange setting before this but suddenly Bart seemed to notice and he was incredibly confused.

Wally laughed. Like a cartoony villain laugh. And said "I knew it!"

Then he turned into Mirror Master.

I was sent reeling as I realized a) Goddammit, Wally isn't canonically bi, that was just Mirror Master apparently b) Oh holy, shit they've been inside a crystal/crystal dimension this entire time and c) Mirror Master's evil plan was apparently tricking Bart into coming out??

Anyway, I woke up after that but... what.

What the fuck.

#i don't... i don't even think Bart is bisexual #biromantic maybe #definitely ace in some capacity #could see him as aroace panromantic biromantic or something else idk #honestly even heteromantic ace #hes just ace. that is what he is #uhm #wally idk #wally i think could be bi if dc wanted him to be. but dc doesn't like bi characters in 'hetero' relationships #incredibly biphobic of them #so probably wouldn't happen with wally #also definitely wouldn't happen in adams run because hes... very christian... and sends off those low-key conservative vibes #which... not a fan of *that*#not sure why mirror master wanted to out bart but if it makes people feel better i didn't get the vibe that bart was like... in the closet #more so just no one had broached the topic with him and bart didn't realize that it was a big deal #Bart: I never told people that i beat dark souls either? do i suddenly need to tell people ever little thing about my life... ?#which good for him tbh. you go Bart #anyway im still reeling about this. i have no fucking clue why my brain inflicted this on me.#so now im screaming it into the void #im not even tagging this with identifying tags because... i do not want this to be findable lmao #i am inflicting this onto as few people as possible

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