#screaming from the void

[cinclidaefang]

Hello everyone, may I draw your attention to my recently acquired boy? My little guy?

His name is Kuroha and he is a one month old mexican black kingsnake :}}

#he just had his first meal with me and I am insane about it!!! #I have to leave him alone for ancouple days so I’m sharing him woth you all to cope #I’ve wanted this species for 5+ years so you can imagine the emotional state I’m in #snakes #mexican black kingsnake #mbk #screaming from the void #or erm I guess I need a photo tag? #Futography #yeaahhahah…

[void-writing]

Draconified Spirit Sage!Link for @science-lings ‘s au because it has devoured my brain. (Initially tagged the wrong person whoops that’s embarrassing 🙈)

Some notes about my design here

- The color of Link’s spine spikes and horns are based on luminous stones and since in-game they’re thought to be composed of dead souls, my thinking is that they act like beacons to Poes in the Depths, so he always has a bunch of them around him. When you’re on his back, you can even gather a bunch of Poes that are floating near by.

- The shape of his horns is inspired by the wing-like portion of Hyrule’s crest, referencing both Link’s affiliation with the royal family and the iconic Hylian Shield that bears the same emblem

- I thought it would be cool is instead of sticking out of his head, the Master Sword was kind of clutched in Link’s talons 😌 idk how that would work exactly, but my thinking is that Link would be substituting Goddess Magic with the power of his Hero’s Spirit. Hence the Grand Poe color scheme for its trailing halo.

- I tried to get some Champion Tunic Blue incorporated in this design and the little mark on his snout is meant to look similar to the sword embroidered on the collar of his Champion Tunic (it also kind of reminds me of Epona’s snout marking too lol). The green, I just thought it looked nice in contrast.

#screaming from the void #my art #legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #totk roleswap au #spirit sage!link

[lesbian-fangirl-forever]

Ahkmenrah is gay and autistic I don’t make the rules

#ahkmenrah #night at the museum #natm ahkmenrah #natm #screaming from the void

[tiger-lily-warren]

I'm working on a story about a ghost town.

#writing #writeblr #writeblogging #wip excerpt #screaming from the void #words words words #cowboys #ghost town

[vaor]

things i wish i had known when i escaped my family household and couldn't ask my parents for help

invest in a good mattress early on. there are many other ends you can save on - sleep is not one of them. this is key to how much energy you'll have throughout the day

you don't need a bedframe but you do need a slatted bed base (even if it's just pallets)

opening a bank account is easy

there's youtube tutorials for everything. how to install your washing machine, how to use tools, fixing stuff around the place. channels like dad, how do i? are a godsend

change energy provider as soon as your old deal runs out. you'll get better offers elsewhere and avoid price gouging

assemble a basic first aid kid at home: painkillers, probiotics, alcohol wipes, bandages, tweezers, antihistamine tablets - anything you might need in a pinch

and an emergency toolkit: flashlight, extra batteries, a utility knife, an adjustable wrench, multi-tool, duct tape

set your fridge to the lowest temperature it can go. the energy consumption is minimal in difference and it'll give you +4/7 days on most foods

off-brand products are almost always the same in quality and taste, if not better, for half the price

coupons will save you a lot of money in the long run

there's no reason to be shy around employees at the bank/laundromat/store; most people will be happy to help

vegetarian diets are generally cheap if you make food from scratch

breakfast is as important as they say

keep track of your budget in a notebook or excel file - e.g. rent, phone and internet bills, food, leisure so you'll have an overlook on your spending over the months

don't gamble

piracy is okay

stealing from big stores and chains is also ethically okay

keep medical bills and pharmacy receipts for tax returns

also, file your tax returns early

take up a hobby that isn't in front of a screen. pottery, music, going for a run every now and then, stuff that'll keep you busy and sane

and most importantly... you're allowed to get the stuff you want. treat yourself to the occasional mundane thing. a good scented candle. a bath bomb. that body lotion that makes you feel like royalty. the good coffee beans.

you're free and you deserve to be happy.

#going from being denied basic knowledge to becoming independent over night was wild lmao #but here i am #four years later #doing pretty good #maya screams into the void #moving out #abusive parents

[mobius-m-mobius]

I think there’s one or two who will.

#mobius #loki #lokius #mcuedit #lokiedit #marveledit #loki spoilers #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #SCREAMING INTO THE VOID #oh i'm never recovering from them i fear #do i think every action of loki's was shaped and inspired with love for mobius in mind? yes absolutely #will i lose it all if someone doesn't take mobius gently in their arms to tell him how important and beloved he is? even more so i'm afraid #loki s2 spoilers #marvel #owenwilsonedit #dianagifs

[copdog1234]

War never changes. War never changes. WAR NEVER CHANGES.

That is the entire point of the series. That is especially the point of the show. War does not change.

Humanity was trying to rebuild, yes. But the entire point is literally that any one single selfish arrogant human can cause it to end it again. War can happen again. War will happen again. It is an endless cycle. And as people covet power, the whole thing will eventually topple.

That is why it is not a whole country that ended the world, it is a handful of heads from corporations.

That is why it is not a whole faction that "ended" the NCR, it is a single man from a bygone era who had a hand in ending the world the first time, that does it.

And I think that New Vegas showed us that the NCR was kinda crumbling already, too. The "fall of Shady Sands" wasn't the bomb itself, it was the beginning of the NCR's struggles. If I'm recalling New Vegas' plot correctly, the NCR was already struggling to hold the wasteland, to integrate people into it. There were resource shortages, it was getting too big, they had other factions battling them for power, and maybe your actions as a player had some pull either direction, but it's possible it wouldn't last.

If it wasn't a bomb, something else could've ended it at some point, too. Because war doesn't change.

As long as there's resource shortages, as long as there's mistrust, as long as people don't learn right from wrong, and as long as people muddy right from wrong.

That's the show, that's the games. Maybe the writing of that isn't always the best, but that's what it dwindles down to.

It is not a retcon, it is the main idea. It is not a "dumb take," it is how the world is.

Even in real life, there is sometimes hope and some things improve, but it doesn't stay improved, ever. Hope and despair comes in waves.

And war never changes.

#and truthfully the ncr was big #it is quite possible that theres remnants of that faction out there #and im not saying the writing of all this is perfect #it js far from it #but i think yall are missing the point #and you can disagree #but i dont feel like arguing with anyone so you will be ignored #fallout #fallout new vegas #fallout tv series #fallout tv show #fallout tv spoilers #fallout spoilers #copdog screams into the void #fallout theory

[archivedbyebye]

they’re a ten but they still can’t tie their shoelaces, are they still a ten?

I mean, I get the struggle. I think I finally learned how to tie them in second grade? idk, it took me a long time, and according to some people I know, I still don't know how to do it correctly.

Hypothetically, yes.

But then again I'm not interested in dating, so idk if I'm an accurate source? lmao

#asks #screaming from the void

[proxycrit]

Part 1 / Part 2

Emmet remembers when he and Ingo first brought Elesa to explore Celestial Tower, back when they were fourteen and thought they were immortal.

“Allegedly, the bell chime will bring ghosts home”, ingo had told emmet with the pompous knowing energy of a child who read way too much brochures. “It’s culturally significant! We must ring it.”

“Hmmm,” emmet had responded suspiciously. “Brother. The bell is at the top of the tower.” The implication stands: Ingo, there are thirty flights of stairs between here and the top, and no elevator to speak of.

Don’t be a coward, Litwick had told Emmet with the blaise tone of somebody who’s going to be piggy backing off of somebody else. Go ring the bell. Tynamo, sensing a litten fight, floated towards a loitering blitzle.

Ingo turns his lilipup eyes on Elesa, who’s squinting at the carved stone faces of the front door.

“Elesa? What do you think?”

Elesa thinks. She shrugs. “We already made our way here,” she said in accented galarian. “Might as well make it the rest of the way. Ganbatte!”

Emmet sighs. “This is a mistake,” he tells the two in exhaustive patience, but lets himself be dragged into the building.

Last time the twins were here, Ingo caught litwick— but not before she managed to nab a good chunk of Emmet’s soul. It’s not terrible; he felt fatigued for a week and bounced back pretty quickly, but it was the principle of the whole situation— celestial tower’s a pain in the ass and Emmet will stand by that until the day he dies.

Like right now.

The map isn’t working. Emmet checked it once. He’s checked it twice. He’s taken out his pen and written on it, which he would usually never do but desperate times call for desperate measures. The compass he brought spins useless circles. It’s like chargestone cave up here, but worse because instead if electric pokemon it’s all ghosts.

“We’re lost, yyup yup!” He announced to the crew. “I vote we eat Ingo first.”

“I love you too,” Ingo told Emmet placidly. “But we all know between the two of us, you’re the tastier one.” Litwick gives Emmet a thumbs up. Emmet gasps in mock affront.

“Elesa, help!”

Elesa gives the two of them a wary look. It took two floors for her to realize this is not just a weird temple with strange rocks, but a full out graveyard. She’s not very happy about that development.

“Don’t drag me into this,” she tells them. “Teme wa urusaii.”

“I will take that as a compliment,” Ingo reports back.

Emmet, who’s cheerfully struggles with Galarian on a good day, simply gives her a thumbs up.

The three painstakingly crawl their way up. And up. If all else fails, Emmet told himself, at least they can orient themselves towards high ground.

“We’re like pidoves,” Ingo gasps. He has fallen behind them on the stairs, with Emmet taking the lead through sheer spite despite his legs going numb on floor twenty two. “We, hah, we are attracted by the magnet of the bell, like, like probopass-“

“I am emmet! You are not making, sense!” Emmet called back. Elesa, who’s stuck between them and looking two steps from perpetual collapse, giggles.

“No, no hear me out, Ingo wheezes. “What if the bell’s a magnetic pole? And that’s why your compass doesn���t wo, woo, hahh, work.”

Emmet stops to rest, just because Ingo is using precious breathing air to infodump. Elesa gratefully slumps against the railing. Tynamo and litwick, lazy in their still small size, have settled on a weary blitzle and look very smug doing so. (Emmet is not jealous, he tells himself. Emmet is also lying.)

“The bell’s important,” Ingo had repeated.

“Okay,” Elesa responds. “If it’s important to you, then it’s important to us.”

And Emmet finds that he agrees with Elesa. Partially because they crawled up twenty fucking three flights of stairs, but also because Ingo thinks this is important, so it is.

And here’s the thing—

— emmet doesn’t remember much after that.

The rest of that trip was a blur of exhausted groaning and burning legs, and by the time the trio managed to breach floor thirty, people’s brains have all but dribbled out their ears. Emmet remembers being disgustingly sweaty. He remembers blitzle almost tripping to death and litwick’s swearing. He remembers tynamo sticking to his neck like a damp towel. He remembers Ingo’s excited sneasel smile, and the way the sunset bounced off of Elesa’s hair.

He remembers the brassy ring of the Celestial bell. It sounded like victory.

But it was Elesa’s cackle turned scream as Ingo swiped cold hands down her neck that sounded like home.

—-

So when the conductor at thirty one, lost and disoriented in the Impossible Place, heard the sound of a familiar bell, ringing over and over and over-

-the sound of laughter-

-EMMET! Elesa cried-

-like a homing pidove, the conductor, thinks nonsensically as something in him perks up.

(Emmet had always liked winning, more than anything else, and the sound of victory calls him home.)

—

Elesa catches lightning in a bottle. Elesa, arms outstretched, finds purchase in her brother, and does not let go.

Emmet is so, so cold, Elesa thinks as the wind steals air from her lungs. (That’s okay. She’s already breathless from a terrible business called hope.)

Emmet stares back. His hands flap against Elesa’s jacket. Elesa desperately drinks in his wan face and too wide eyes and his frost bitten lips. In a tiny, meek voice, almost lost to the wind, he asks:

“Are you real?”

Elesa lets out an ugly sob. Her tears whip away in the wind as they fall. Emmet’s frightened countenance turns immediately to alarm. His shaky grasp becomes a solid grip as they spin through the air, cushioned by chandelure’s psychic.

“I think so??” Elesa warbles. She sees Emmet’s eyes dart to her mouth. He’s reading mirroring her, she realizes with giddy delight— it’s such an Emmet thing to do, to read lips, and-

“I am Emmet,” Emmet breathes. His eyes have started to water. “Yyou are Elesa- Oh dragons, Elesa!?“

Elesa reaches. Hesitates.

Emmet grabs elesa by the lapels and crushes her tight against him. Elesa holds on, and the grief and relief in her accumulates into a wet sopping mess. She’s ruining his jacket, she mourns, but its okay because he’s dripping all over hers.

She can’t hear what he’s saying into her shoulder, can’t read what he says, but everything’s okay because every part of her is chiming

You came back

You’re here

I’m not alone anymore.

Around them, the air distorts as Chandelure’s psychic wavers, flutters, and solidifies. Gravity reverses its call as they settle gently on the ground, dust billowing in all directions.

The ghost pokemon drops next to them, shaking so hard the musical clang of glass makes Elesa flinch.

You fucks, Chandelure gasps. DON’T GO LEAPING OFF BUILDINGS, I AM NOT YOUR EMERGENCY PARACHUTE.

“I’m sorry,” Elesa gasps, still giddy from the adrenaline.

AND YOU! Chandelure howls, whirling on Emmet, who’s still staring at the ghost with huge eyes. He’s gripping on to solid ground with the energy of a man who realized he could have been a splat on the ground.

YOU LEFT!

Emmet winces.

You- You left us, you left me-

Ah, ah no, Elesa thinks as golden globules of light shed from Chandelure. This is what a ghost looks like crying.

Emmet holds out his arms. Chandelure drifts into his embrace, and shakes, and shakes, and shakes.

You left me, the ghost pokemon whispers. How dare you. How could you.

“I didn’t mean to,” Emmet whispers. “I’m sorry.”

Stop doing this to me, Chandelure demands. Golden brine joins human tears, like drops of sun trapped in wet glass. Stop going where I can not follow.

And Emmet holds his tongue, because he knows he can not promise staying. Not while Ingo and Eelektross are still in Hisui.

(In the back of Emmet’s hurt and shattered mind is a spark. Synapses connect. The cold breach of the Distortion does nothing to drown out the sudden flare of hope in Emmet’s chest, so great he can not breathe, so strong he can not feel, because there’s a path. A difficult, painful path through the Space that Can Not Be, but a path all the same.)

“Elesa, Chandelure-“ Emmet’s voice breaks. He wants to tell them about Eelektross. He wants to tell them about the terrible past that is Hisui. He wants to explain how the last five months were filled with horror and wonder and fear and hope.

Hope, he thinks. So he says this:

“I know how to get Ingo home.”

NOTES:

AAAAAND THAT’S ALL FOR THIS DRABBLE. ITS OUT NOW. I CAN FINALLY GO BACK TO POSTING HAPPY SHENANIGANS! (Now you know the shape of their story.)

Thanks for reading this monster of a post!

#salvaging the ship of theseus #submas au #submas #ONCE AGAIN. MAKING THIS EVERYBODYS PROBLEM #hey look i did a funny little callback #remember the celestial tower as a Fun Time? #im about to make it BITTERSWEET. #emmet #elesa #chandelure #ingo #critterbitter screams into the void #critdraws #anyways uHh pls just know stsot is made from my worldbuilding notes #i dont know the shape of its ending yet and things are bound to change (which is why its on this acc instead of critterbitter! #feel free to postulate in the comments tho! i have other drabbles but drawing and writing hard) #((mostly? ingo taking care of the sneaslets. getting harassed by lady sneasler. confusing the local wildlife.)) #submas angst #with hopeful end? #submas fanfiction #fanfic #Spotify

[cinclidaefang]

B-but…my revenge…

#This was my second sttempt at the cheiftan fight and it #man…Really three me off my groove 😭 #rain world #rainworld #screaming from the void #video #Idk how it even got in here

[void-writing]

“Y O U”

Lady Bone Demon, you are terrifying as usual. Please step away slowly from the child.

@centuryberry I have made good on my threat, and now I will be waiting in barely contained anticipation for where you take this story next 💖💖

#screaming from the void #my art #queen of the mountain #lego monkie kid #lady bone demon #a pattern is emerging that I seem to favor a low perspective for extra ✨drama✨ #but in this case it’s also bc Yue is very smol #enjoy the creepy skeleton hands

[lesbian-fangirl-forever]

Sighs <- has just figured out that if they want to read more Ahkmenrah centric stuff they need to write it

#I have stalked both ao3 and ffn and am too scared for wattpad #so here we are #at a new Google doc #hmrhfhmr <— genuinly enjoys writing #screaming from the void #natm ahkmenrah

[alatairion]

I have been feeling very queer-coded slasher movie killer lately

so I drew my meow meows about it

#scream #billy loomis #stu macher #billy x stu #i just had to #they are my scrunklies #scream fanart #flo's art from the void

[immortalarizona]

ok so i've been following your art for a bit now (which, by the way, it is amazing, i especially love your pen/pencil and ink) and i've noticed you always post who/what you used for a drawing reference with it and i'm wondering . . . do you have/could you post a list of places to go for good art references? maybe i'm looking in the wrong places but they are hard to find.

heyo!! sorry for taking so long to get to this ask, it's midterm season </3 here's a list (in no particular order) of my favorite drawing reference creators:

live people models:

@adorkastock

@jookpubstock

@null-entity

@nyxnaiastock

@blumineck (I Eagerly Await the drop of his archery reference packs)

drawn or 3D models:

@kingcholerarefs

@grey-fuckers-unlimited

@posemuse

all these creators are present on tumblr (duh lmao bc I linked to their blogs), but they also have links to their own deviantart accs / patreon pages / ko-fi pages / indie sites / etc. on their accs, and I would definitely recommend checking those out as well!!

#screams from the void #also bhjkshc tyty for your kind words about my art

[ruby-static]

Anyways. Arcade's dork-ass 'heh'.

#Static screams into the void #Static plays FNV #Fallout #Fallout New Vegas #FNV #Arcade Gannon #Hi yeah I'm very normal. #(Shaking him violently by the shoulders out of cuteness/dorkiness agression) #Anyways. This quest was pretty fun. #I have a few funny art/animatic ideas for Riley and Arcade in this quest that I still really need to do. #(But in short- Riley is constantly 5 seconds from vaporizing Fantastic.)

[ninjadeathblade]

OH NO

I'M HAVING THOUGHTS

WHEN CROWLEY WAS SAYING ABOUT NOT NEEDING SIDES

AND ALSO SAID THAT AZIRAPHALE WAS "Too pure to be anyone's bit on the side"

OH NOOOOOOO

NEIL YOU CRAFTY WRITER

THE DOUBLE MEANINGS YOU GUYS

#*screaming into the void* #< left from the season two ending #good omens s2 #good omens #good omens 2 #aziracrow #crowley #anthony j crowley #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #ineffable spouses #ineffable partners