#trick talks to the void

[trkstrnd]

i am pro carlos and paul start a book club and when the ask judd to join he says he’s in one already and they’re like 👁️👁️ what

and then judd just shrugs “ain’t that what bible study is?”

“we change books in book club.”

“i ain’t got time for readin’ anything else.”

thank u this has been my thoughts

#911 lone star #trick talks to the void #judd ryder #paul strickland #carlos reyes #yeah

[mshrgfkdgrn]

ls!ashswag headcannon as arospec since he can't tell what is ls!reddoons genuinely being romantic for the bit and them just doing a business deal

#the trick is that there is no difference #homosexual business deal #swagdoons #lsshipping #ashswag #reddoons #lifesteal smp #lifestealblr #lifesteal shipping #lssmp #lifesteal #aro headcanons #void talks

[starry-ray]

I wish I was Lash Legend/I wish I was Trick Williams

#ray talks to void #wwe #wwe nxt #nxt #trick williams #lash legend #they are so attractive

[stackslip]

i feel like a solid three quarters of my friends are plural and honestly id take it as a sign to do some soul searching but ive looked into it multiple times and im afraid its only me in here. maybe it'll change as i discover something new someday but so far it seems that im the token singlet friend

#eli talks #plurality is interesting to me. but its funny bc like even things like imagining a younger self to be nice to #dont work for me #when i talk to myself in my head it feels v distinctively myself #i am v aware that there is a Me and i cant really separate aspects of myself #which i feel is something even most singlets manage ok #the closest is that mindfulness trick in dbt where im asked to imagine a 'helpful benevolent friend' #and can only imagine myself wrapped tightly and loved by an eldritch void instead

[alteredsilicone]

Loid didn't actually live at the Entrati estate until after Albrecht's void dive and even then it was more out of necessity: becoming Albrecht's caretaker was a full-time job and nobody complained or protested so Loid made himself "at home".

Other than that, Loid would very rarely stay the night when visiting Albrecht. They would attend work matters, have dinner, have sex and then Loid would retreat back to his home. There was an always vacant guest room, but Loid never really felt like it was his, even if he purposefully left some of his personal belongings there.

Shortly before the void dive, Albrecht asked Loid to stay with him, to spend the night with him. Loid was already out the gates when Albrecht called out to him as he was descending down the stairs.

Loid returned to his Albrecht, perhaps a bit too eagerly. He had no idea that in only a few days Albrecht would end up in a nepenthe regenerator and Loid would be picking up the bits and pieces of the aftermath of the tragedy.

Sometimes he holds on to that memory, that Last Night. He remembers sleeping in Albrecht's arms, listening to his heartbeat. In his heart, Loid knew that there was no returning back.

#loidposting #i have an idea for an art piece to accompany this BUT #i have a lot of ideas suddenly so that will wait #plus i have my current WIP #also thinking how the best time Loid had was before the void dive and the big discoveries #as much as Albrechts research was floundering #there wasnt a whole baggage of world ending impending doom #and Albrecht would actually talk to him like a person (well as much as an Orokin can) #and perhaps Loid is just steeped in nostalgia #perhaps he is tricking himself into painting a more flowery past #but thats the point of memories isnt it #sooner or later they fade #and then you can paint over the faded picture #idk some cringe

[fat-butch-dyke]

Me last night researching ra cuz I'm back on my childlike wonder of ancient Egypt "ooh yeah a scarab beetle is one of his symbols that's so cool I wish I could see one"

Ra "you live in the midwest but I'll make do-"

#very pretty beetle broke into my apartment and scared tf out of me #two of my friends seperately said hes my new arabic tutor #i cant believe i flung my teacher across the living room- #me: living my life minding my business #ra: hey wanna see a magic trick- #void stop talking

[void-kissed]

Good morning!! I hope that everyone has a good day today~

I woke up with the idea of writing out Vanea and Citri’s first meeting, so I might maybe work on that when I get back later (since I know we’re going out this morning). I’ll definitely have to try and get my head around how that whole part goes in the game again, since the only cutscene I can think of is quite mysterious and foreshadow-y, but I think it could be fun to write! Not only is there a lot of opportunity for some fun descriptions, but it’d also just be nice to be able to make something for this selfship again, especially considering I still don’t have a Vanea model so I can’t make any renders in the way that I would normally.

#I’m possibly going to end up with my normal trick of not making an entire outright romantic selfship piece all pride month #which would be possibly slightly ironic #but.. my excuse is that I like being who I am so really every month is pride month on this blog you could say ^-^ #a call from the void #heart of the void #selfshipping #selfship: a love to last millennia (vanea/citri) #it’s still slightly amusing to me that when vanea first talks to citri her reaction is basically “excuse me you’re not supposed to exist?’’ #but like. politely. there’s no “YOU SHOULD NOT EXIST’’-type anger or anything she’s just slightly confused why her work didn’t go as planned #and the fact we can go from that to eventually being girlfriends is also quite amusing to me. oops we got attached

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

I will never forgive the Flash writers for what they did to Zoom in the finale

#THEY DID MY BOY SO DIRTY #Brought him back to get one-shot BY KHIONE #I wanted him (and the other legion members) to murder the entire team #except for Barry so that he could fight all of them at once #because when he won it would’ve shown how much he’s really grown (especially if he used their own tricks against them) #or smth #I will never stop talking about this #screaming into the void #zoom #hunter zolomon #a new world part 4 #flash season 9 #flash 9x13 #cw the flash #my posts

[sunnnfish]

The sonic hypeland merch is like garden of Eden apple to me . It is so tempting but I mustn’t …

#I already have so many sonic shirts I already have so many sonic shirts I already have so many sonic shirts #I don’t need the tails shirt I don’t need the tails shirt #maybe. it can be a little treat if it’s still available by the time I get a goddamn job. somebody hire me please #in other news. woke up this morning. stumbled to the living room. fell back asleep on the floor for like another two hours #also been playing ghost trick. people weren’t lying it’s really good and interesting #anyways good talk #to the void #sunnfish.jrnl

[deathbringer]

look. i have left my days of bible school far far FAR fucking behind me and mostly when i think about God now it's in conjunction with other people's faith, lyrics by The Mountain Goats, or both. HOWEVER.

some days you just need to feel your feelings to a lyric like "in your great big house with many rooms, IS THERE ANY ROOM FOR ME?" and know, at least a little bit, where it came from.

#thx valleyheart i don't care about any of the rest of your discography but this one goes. #bc 1) i now ask that question not of any god but of the human experience screaming out into the void. and that's scarier. #and 2) you gotta know the rules to break 'em - as it were. #trick talks tag #hopefully i won't feel the need to delete this one later. sorry for the text post i made at ~3pm when the capitalism despair had me.

[teaandinanity]

Unrelatable aro-ace rant and slight spoilers for something in the first half of the third Scholomance book ahoy:

So, here’s the thing. The entire reason I, very deeply aro-ace to the point that I was deeply repulsed by the idea of sleeping with someone I wasn’t absolutely twitterpated about even when I was absolutely being COOKED in a stew of adolescent hormones, enjoy romance in fiction? Is because it’s usually written to be in a slightly altered register. In reality, a relationship in which two people love each other as intensely as I like to read about would be codependent and unhealthy. But that intensity makes it possible for me to believe in it, to feel something along with the characters, in a way I usually don’t. (Your aro-ace friends are not good people to talk to about relationship troubles because I have actually said ‘why do most women settle so hard they leave impact craters’ about allo relationships. I have probably said something in that vein more than once. I can, will, and do appreciate when a friend’s SO is being cute and I’m delighted when the people I love get the affection they deserve, but when things are rough I’m far more likely to be like ‘do you want me to beat him up’ than I am to say anything remotely constructive.)

Anyway. Codependency! Not healthy IRL. It’s still what I want to read about, because I find the idea of One Person As An Exception far more plausible than being allo. Yes, I know most of the population is allo. No, I do not care. I have no idea what that’s like; it is an alien planet that I have never visited and do not want to even do a flyby of, and I find the idea of any of that nonsense happening to me KEENLY upsetting.

Which is why when a book introduces me to a pair (or a trio! My usual reaction did not happen in Iron Widow because it was made clear to me before the book was out that it wasn’t a triangle and would resolve with poly and because the level of devotion was at that heightened register where in reality it would probably be terrifying.), I begin looking to be convinced.

I want to be convinced, but I do require convincing. Basically, I find primary sexual attraction less plausible than actual magic.

Which is why I’m probably never going to reread The Golden Enclaves, if I manage to finish. I stopped and I’m having to mentally beat myself to try to keep going.

I have the audiobook because I couldn’t pick up my preorder this week, and I’m not in a hurry, now. I paused it and I haven’t turned it back on, even though I usually like to have a podfic or audiobook going in the morning just for background noise.

I saw the idea that El might sleep with Liesel floated somewhere before release and I was angry about it at the time - that couldn’t be possible! Liesel was introduced in BOOK TWO! How would that even make any sense as part of a romance arc! - but I’m now very grateful to whoever posted it. Because if I’d tripped over that chapter unexpectedly, I would not be writing a vent post, I would probably still be crying. I can already tell based on this reaction, post-thought-innoculation, would have been like the time I hit a squick in an in-progress fic because I failed to read the tags, and THAT apparently managed to trigger me because I spent the rest of the day weepy and sick and the rest of the week upset.

Instead… well, I’m still upset and I WANT to cry but have managed to refrain.

I know this is not a relatable problem. I just needed to complain, because now that it’s morning and I’m not exhausted, I was too upset to just go back to sleep until my alarm. I have to go to work today and I cannot pull off ‘wide-eyed and tearful.’ I am not a Disney Princess.

But god, I hate that I’m now so upset at a protagonist I loved and I feel so uncomfortable in her head that I don’t want to go back in.

#babble tea (blacklist this for less chatter) #this is not at all relatable #and it's a rant post #basically if we've never spoken you probably shouldn't read it #the inside of my head isn't interesting it's just unpleasant #also I'm not really looking to talk about it but sometimes you need to scream into the void so it FEELS like you talked #I'm tricking my brain into thinking I've had emotional catharsis so I can have a workday #if listening ears are not available the staring void is fine

[trkstrnd]

me, watching criminal minds: this is the most vile, fucked up shit i have ever seen.

episode credits: directed by matthew gray gubler

me: yeah makes sense

#criminal minds #matthew gray gubler #trick talks to the void

[homosexualangelinthesky]

Ohohoho I have discovered private posting after what, 11? 12? Years on this site?

#yessss #now i can pretend to be talking about my problems but im actually just screaming into the void #perfect #trick my brain into thinking its doing the hard shit but noone else has to know 😌

[starry-ray]

i'm team Trick Melo gang 🔥

#ray talks to void #wwe #nxt #trick williams #carmelo hayes

[charlataninred]

Don’t think my dad realizes how Genuinely Terrifying it is to not be able to trust your mind to remember shit

#‘you need to stop forgetting things it’s getting annoying’ #yeah well if it’s annoying to YOU imagine constantly having a fear in the back of your head that you’re forgetting something constantly 24/7 #imagine trying every trick you’ve seen to help you and not a single one of them working #aegis talks to the void #vent #vent tw

[a-aexotic]

HEYYYY! So like every other mf on the planet right now I am in my hunger games era!!

Please could you write a Finnick x Reader where she is selected for the quarter quell (Maybe in her games she was lethal and killed like 10+ people?)

And when Katniss shoots the arena in catching fire she gets taken by the capitol (Like Peeta) and they torture her and shit? Then Finnick and her get there reunion she’s all like battered and bruided and it’s dead sad? Not sure if this made sense because i’m half asleep and dyselxic but let me know😭🤣

Maybe he says “It’s okay baby i got you” ??? x

hey of course i can! i hope u enjoy it babe <3 its a tiny bit long! my apologizes

cw's: angst, mentions of killing/dying, typical thg stuff, torture, ptsd, lmk if i missed anything

You were one of the youngest victors alongside Finnick, being only 15 and having won your games. You were also from District 4. You won the 68th Hunger Games, a few years after Finnick.

When you were reaped, Finnick and Mags were your mentors. Finnick came off as self absorbed and arrogant but once you started talking to him, the more you realized that was total bullshit. He wasn't how the Capitol portrayed him, he was much more caring and compassionate. He was very sympathetic to your situation, having gone through the same things.

During your time in the arena, you were one of the most ruthless tributes of all time. In the beginning, you were easily overlooked. The tributes weren't thinking that you were going to be much of a challenge because of your size and the way you carried yourself.

But that was exactly how you wanted to be portrayed. You tricked the Careers into thinking you were some naïve little girl, stabbing them in the back (literally) the first chance you got. The Capitol loved the turn of events, cheering you on.

When you had come back home, you had finally understood the intensity of what you had done. You had killed a whole group of people, ending their lives permanently. Those people had lives and family who loved them, and now they're gone because of you.

You suffered through months and months from never ending nightmares. Even getting consoled by your mother didn't help anymore; she doesn't understand. You didn't even feel worthy of food anymore.

You closed off Mags and Finnick when you had come home, driving yourself into isolation and depression. You rarely went out anymore, eating one meal a day and slept more than 80% of the day. Even sleeping couldn't mend the eternal tiredness you had, the void that filled your body.

Finnick had felt more than responsible for your pain. He gave you time before he realized he was just adding to your pain. Even when you didn't communicate back to him, Finnick visited you every day. He gave you advice and told you what he had went through after the Games as well. Eventually you opened up more to Finnick, and slowly, he had become your best friend.

He had told you that numbing it wasn't going to make it go away. He reminded you that you had him and Mags to help you with this process, and that you weren't alone despite of how you felt.

He helped you regain your sense of purpose again, your self image again. Finnick had singlehandedly helped you rebuilt your sense of self again.

He saw a part of you in him, that scared 14 year old boy who was trying to go back home to his parents. He never wanted anyone to feel that, especially you.

He promised you that he would never let anything bad ever happen to you again.

During your Victor's tour, Snow had suddenly deemed you desirable by the Capitol, wanting to sell you as he did with Finnick. Finnick couldn't risk getting involved, wanting to protect his family.

Every night in the Capitol, you were always consoled by Finnick. Every time you had to do a favor, you remember walking to Finnick's room to sleep, not baring the thought of having to sleep alone in the cold bed. He was always there, holding your hand comfortingly as you both slept.

The Capitol adored you both, nicknaming you the princess and prince of Panem. The more time you spent with Finnick, the more the media had speculated a relationship between the young victors.

You and Finnick had connected in many ways. Both having the same trauma, it was easy to talk to him and for him to understand how hard it was.

You and Finnick eventually got together a few years later, then getting married (in secret, of course) almost right after. You were both deeply in love.

Finnick found solace in the thought of always having you by his side, remembering that no one could tear you apart. That was until the Quarter Quell was announced.

You and Finnick were sitting at the edge of the couch, listening to Caesar's words carefully as he explained that this year's Hunger Games was going to be very different.

When it was announced that there will be only be Victors in this year's games, you heard dropped. You looked over at Finnick and he shared the same terrified look on his face.

--

When Annie's name had been called, you without any second thought, put up your hand. "I volunteer as tribute."

The crowd gasped and you looked over at Annie and you could tell she was a bit relived but still scared nonetheless. You immediately embraced her tightly, letting her let out a small sob. "It's okay, you're okay."

Mags looked just as terrified and you took her hand. When Finnick's name was called, you felt your stomach drop. Not only were you back in the arena, but you were with Finnick.

You looked over at Finnick and he looked prepared to fight. You both stood up and he grabbed your hand, raising it up in union.

The trainride to the Capitol was pretty uneventful. Finnick had wanted some time to think about the plan and so did you. A part of you knew what he was planning; he kill everyone else in the arena and then eventually himself, all for you.

As you sat on the bed, you felt the sadness and anger turn into numbness. No amount of crying was going to stop the Quater Quell and you had to be smart.

You didn't want to survive without Finnick. You were either winning with him or dying with him. Life would be meaningless without him.

Finnick knocked on your door slightly, before walking in. You looked up at him and he gave you a small smile. He took a seat next to and took your hand.

"I have a plan."

"Finnick, I know what you're thinking, and no. You're not killing yourself for me."

Finnick looked defeated. "One of us has to survive, Y/N. For Annie. For Mags."

You look a deep inhale, looking away from Finnick. "I don't want to life without you, everything would lose all it's meaning without you."

Finnick felt his heart burst into two pieces as he squeezed your hand. You felt your eyes watering again and you couldn't help but let out another quiet cry as Finnick pulled your head in, as he embraced you tightly.

"Shh, it's okay. I promise, I won't... I won't leave you."

--

It had all happened so fast, you couldn't even comprehend what had just happened. One moment, you were with Finnick trying to find Johanna and Katniss and suddenly there was big loud boom. You were relieved for a moment; Plutarch's plan had worked. Until you realized how far away you were from the others.

You were wandering, trying to find anyone until you heard people behind you. You turned and then you saw some unfamiliar faces; suddenly, your vision went black.

Then, you woke up in a white room. You felt like your stomach had dropped out of your body once the realization hit you; the Capitol captured you.

You were strapped down to a bed and you couldn't move or shake it off. The severity of the situation had hit you; even if by some miracle you did escape, where would you go? How would you find your way to 13 and back to Finnick?

You knew how ruthless the Capitol was to everyone who disobeyed them. Your worst fears had come true and there was no getting out of here.

You heard the door open and you saw some Peacekeepers come in and then you saw the person you dreaded to see most; Snow. You felt like your whole had come crashing down, how could this nightmare become any worse?

"Hello, Y/N."

You didn't respond, resorting to stare at the wall in front of you instead.

He tutted disappointedly. "Out of all the tributes, you were the one I expected least to be involved in this mess. You are the Princess of Panem... What a shame."

You still hadn't replied and you hadn't dared to look at Snow. Months and months you spent trying to heal the trauma he had caused you, you were sure if you had to look at him now, you would break.

"I want to take mercy on you, dear Y/N. If you tell me everything you know about the rebellion, I will make sure the Peacekeepers are gentle with you."

You shook your head. "No."

He let out a small chuckle. "Sorry, I couldn't hear you. What?"

"No." You said again, louder.

He hummed in disapproval. "Okay then, you leave me no choice. You are going to regret this."

He nodded to the Peacekeepers and walked out of the room. You were then met with Peacekeepers, loosening the straps then taking you to another room.

If Snow knew one thing about you, it was that being only physical with you wouldn't hurt you enough. He had to hit you were it hurt most.

They threw you in the seemingly vacant room and immediately locking it. You were confused until you heard it.

"Y/N, help me!" Finnick's voice screamed. "Please, help me! Get up and do something, they're killing me! Please."

You looked everywhere in the dark room, trying to find the source. It kept going.

"Y/N, please! Help! What the hell are you doing, just sitting there? You are such a disappointment!" The voice started shouting. "We should've just left you to died in the arena! You are useless!"

Now this was something new. Your body was filled with panic and fear and even though you knew it was fake, you felt like you were going to throw up from all the noise.

Suddenly, Annie's voice came in as well. Then Johanna's. Then your mother's. There was nonstop noise filled with screams for help, shouting with disapproving messages. Your body couldn't handle it; it was so overwhelmed with fear that you started shaking on the ground, putting your hands on your ears but that did little to nothing.

You wanted it to stop. It was too much, you were trembling. It felt like days, just sitting there in that room listening to all those demeaning voices of your loved ones. You couldn't even think straight anymore.

It was so bad you had started to pound your head on the ground, screaming and crying. You had have enough. And then, it all stopped. Silence was foreign for you; your ears were ringing.

You were sitting on the ground, almost lifeless as the Peacekeepers took you away. Your eyes hurt from the tears, your body sore, your ears ringing and your head was pounding.

But you knew that was just the beginning.

--

You were asleep in bed and you were awakened by the door opening, you instantly jolted up. You looked over to see a group of masked men in front of you and you had started to tremble again, silent tears rolling down your face, thinking that the Peacekeepers had come again.

"No, no, no." You started to mumble to yourself.

A man came up to your and took your bruised hand slowly, rubbing it gently in silent empathy. That was the first soft touch you'd felt in a few weeks and it almost stung.

"It's okay, you're safe now. You're going to 13 now."

You had to blink a couple times, trying to process what he said. Was this a dream? You went to pinch yourself but it was real life.

He then helped you up but you couldn't help but stumble; your legs were weak, you couldn't remember the last time the Peacekeepers let you walk for this long.

As you got into the hovercraft, you saw Annie. Your eyes widened as you both ran up to each other, embracing each other. She had started to cry a little bit and so did you.

That was when it hit you. You were going to see Finnick. You were going home. You started crying into Annie's shoulder as she held you. "We're safe now, we're safe."

You had seen Johanna as well but she didn't seem too responsive. Neither did Peeta. You fell asleep on Annie's shoulder on the ride back and for the first time, you actually felt yourself drifting off calmly.

--

There were lots of doctors and nurses looking at you and asking you all sorts of questions and you tried your best to answer them. You were still in shock; you were safe. They couldn't hurt you anymore.

"Y/N?" You turned around to see Finnick. You immediately got up from the examiner's table and ran into his arms, your eyes starting to water up again.

"Finnick," you sighed slowly. You pulled away, putting your hands on his face and touched him as if he wasn't real.

"Are you.. Are you really here?"

"Yes, I'm really here." Finnick looked at you and suddenly his voice transported you back into the dark room. You quickly twisted out of his embrace and his expression changed.

His voice was back and you heard all of the nasty things he had to you. You back away, stumbling into the examiner's table and your breathing became heavy. "No, no, no, please-please go away. No."

You slid down to the floor and you closed your eyes, putting your hands on your ears and rocking back and forth trying to get that voice to stop.

Finnick ran up to you and put his hands on your knees, trying to get you to look at him. His heart broke in half; he didn't know what the Capitol had done to you but now he knows it has something to do with him.

Of course the Capitol would try to ruin him. His eyes started to tear up at the sight of you, in so much pain and panic.

You opened your eyes, Finnick in front of you. You started to cry some more before Finnick slowly went up to you, wrapping his arms around you.

When he had started wrapping your arms around you, your instinct was to push him away but his warmth was welcoming and safe and you started to focus on his touch. The voices slowly drifted away, the sounds of your silent sobs only being heard.

You then gave into Finnick's touch, falling into him and putting your head in his chest as he caressed your back gently, shushing you.

"It's okay baby, I got you. You're safe now, they can't hurt you."

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