#SCREAMS INTO THE COSMIC VOID

[hyunebunx]

just realised the only people who read my works and bother to say anything are like 3 of my moots 🙂

[failingatlifespectacularly]

"Cosmic Bliss"

(Image description under cut)

[Image Description: A silhouette of a screaming cat's face pointing downward from the top of the canvas, the silhouette is surrounded by black triangles taking the place of fur, it's eye is bright white, gold drops drip from it's eyes and fangs. The background is a red gradient, brighter around the silhouette and darker near the edges of that canvas, text in a medium shade of red reads "Give up humanity, give in to claws and fangs. Do you see me for what I am, do you behold me in my DIVINITY? After all, Worship IS SACRIFICE". End Image Description]

(@lifenconcepts u might find this interesting)

@alterhuman-art

[cosmicwhoreo]

When the power goes out and turns all your finished work into ashes

I was proud a' some of those motherfuckers- I think the worst part about that was that it didn't go out immediately, the lights started flickering. It was a snowstorm, and as a northerner... I knew EXACTLY what that meant. So I went to panic save before it could go kaploo-ey... But I wasn't fast enough and the scene just turned into this-

[orpheusilver]

silver losing the crazypoll is my reign of fear and censorship. you dont know him like i do

[ittybittydovahkiin]

Abramar talks about his love for Gloria in present-tense

putting this under a cut because i have Too Many Feelings and no one to talk to about them

okay so we don't know exactly how long it's been since the two of them split, nor do we know how that split occurred (though the story in the art book has fucking tragic implications imo)

but we do know that with the way Abramar talks about his relationship with Gloria, it's very clear he views their time together as fully over. for example, this is from a reading you can do when looking into what became of her

and if i remember right, he uses that kind of phrasing a lot with regards to Gloria, wishing he could gain her love "again". at least in Abramars mind, Glorias love for him is past-tense. It's gone now, and he's certain she's moved on.

even in the best reading for such where he gets to "rekindle" their relationship, he makes it pretty damn clear what he thought his chances of being with her again here

then compare that to the way he introduces the subject

IS! Gloria IS his first love! every time he talks about her it's about how much he still loves her. he even says, in that same first reading

i don't even have a point here tbh i'm just sobbing

[kiikru]

Suffer Beautifully

nihilism, absoluteism, realism, existentialism, determinism

discussing reality and everything it isint sure is one way to the pass the time

but in the end, weather we even choose it or not, we are gonna end up doing something

sure, nothing matters. might as well pretend it does if it brings more of that funny happy chemical, might as well create and enjoy the challange for destroying is too easy

do what you should?, do what you can!

don't let the void consume you, play caramelldansen in the center like a stubborn little shit

the void is a blank canvas. instead of crying at its size and darkness, why not make a mark

the search for meaning is stupid, and a contradiction

but might as well push the boulder up and be an asshole while doing it.

suffer bueatifully, laugh maniacally, build worlds in your own image and let the void watch in confusion

and do it all wearing eyeliner

because why the fuck not

"suffer beautifully"

[eatdawalls]

Regarding rimworld, anomaly dlc once more. (Cause I love the dlc)

(spoilers for rimworld anomaly dlc obviously)

The gorehulk, an monstrosity "resembling" humans. It is a vaguely human looking massive flesh mass that is swollen all over, with its limbs seemingly randomly reconfigured. Keratin spikes pierce its skin making it similiar to a humanish porcupine, the gorehulk launches these spikes as a ranged projectile. In its description it also says

"It's hard to know whether this is a human that was horribly distorted by the influence of the void or a poor imitation of humanity created from scratch by some evil intelligence."

This opens up for two types of discussions, whether gorehulks are distorted humans, or an poor imitation of humans made for unknown reasons.

"The gorehulks are heavily distorted humans". We already know that we can use resources created by the archotech hyperintelligence (which is the void or related to it) to distort humans into "ghouls", semi controllable zombie like beings. To turn a human into a ghoul, we need 1 shard, 1 single fragment of technology of the twisted technology that is the void (or hyperintelligence), what could be achieved if a person would be affected by much more? Or stuck in a area where the void influence is powerful (like the labyrinth) for an extended amount of time?

"The gorehulks are a poor imitation of humanity". We know how the archotechnology related to the void can create the fleshbeasts and fleshmass from seemingly nothing, the fleshmass heart can produce a scary amount of flesh in only matter of days (capable of covering your whole base if not maintained). So if these beasts and horrors can be created from nothingness why would not gorehulks be capable of being created?

Whether the gorehulks are imitations or distorsions, one must ask themselves, just why do they exist? To harass us? To scare us? What is the point of these monstrosities to swarm colonies and slaugther every humanoid inside?

My personal theory is that they exist for one sole reason, to scare us away from further pursuing archotechnology. That the archotechs that ascended to "godhood" (from what we understand), tries to warn us from doing the same mistake as them, as to ascend to a higher plane does not necessarily free you from the horrors of mortality, but only invites new and worse ones.

If you read this far, thank you for reading it through! And I apologize for my weird writing, I am neither an experienced writer or avid reader, this is only made to share my thoughts, so thank you sincerely :)

[inkyantace7]

I guess I didn't need my emotions

[failingatlifespectacularly]

@ominous-signs

(if u don't already have these)

I'm finished with art for the semester soooo here's what I've been workin on! All assets are my own. I used a DSLR camera along with Photoshop and Clip Studio Paint

Feel free to send asks about the unaltered photos/photo locations, cause some of the original signs were pretty interesting tbh

[questcult]

Does your brain ever force you to conceive of infinity because it's offended that there's theoretically something that it can't imagine?

My brain goes, pffft infinity can't be THAT hard to conceive of and tries to.

Inevitably filling me with the dread and horror of realizing my own cosmic insignificance and the limp miserable anger of realizing there are things I simply CANNOT convince of.

Fortunately it hasn't tried again in quite a while because last time I had terrifying nightmares about being trapped in an infinite suffocating blackness dead to everything but my own mind.

Existing and aware but entirely non-existent in any way that mattered.

Unable even to weep.

And apparently that partially cured my brains fucking Hubris.

Yay!

[apothekosm]

❝ AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ❞

❝ Sorry! I just thought about 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 for a bit. I'm okay~ ❞

[failingatlifespectacularly]

im a vegetarian, but I crave blood

[cosmic0de]

the animations running through my head are becoming a little too rabid again.

[lordgreenslimemold]

normalize spending 10 minutes purposefully scouring Pinterest for the perfect encouraging image to send your roommate to tell them good morning :)

who up spreading love and joy all around them

[pukefactory]

Salesperson ena x klutz reader who runs into the face of danger whenever they’re on a job! Ena becoming a pro of keeping reader out trouble because of it too develops a sixth sense of when readers about to do something insane. Hit or miss if she can stop it all the time though.

•☽────✧˖°˖ SUBAQUATIC ERROR ˖°˖✧────☾•

★ Summary: A Compilation of Headcannons Featuring Salesperson Ena X Klutz Reader

★ Character(s): Salesperson Ena (Ena: Dream BBQ)

★ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

★ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

★ Image Credits: @JoelG

☆ At first, Salesperson Ena didn’t intend to add “Klutz Liability Coordinator” to her job title—but after the third incident involving you, a frog costume, a combustion grate, and four missing chairs, she started scheduling your catastrophes like calendar events. “Ah yes,” she mutters, flipping through an invisible planner while running. “Tuesday: [ASSISTANT EXPLODES THE BUFFET LINE]—yep, we’re right on schedule.”

☆ Her sixth sense has a sound. It’s not a gut feeling. It’s a horrifyingly specific click in her left temple, like a mechanical pencil snapping underwater. That’s when her body tenses and her clawed hand shoots out like a grappling hook, intercepting you mid-fall or redirecting you from swallowing suspicious purple smoke. “Excuse me,” she chirps with alarming calm, hoisting you upside down by the ankles. “That gas is not food. Nor soup. Nor a decision you should make.”

☆ Meanie is absolutely losing her mind. Every time you almost die, she’s in the back screaming like a broken vacuum. “YOU WALKED INTO A VOLCANO. FOR A COUPON. A COUPON!!!” She’s tried making laminated “STOP” signs, hazard maps, a whistle, and even a musical number. You tripped over all of it. You thought the warning jingle was a bop.

☆ She’s made contingency plans for every scenario and you still outpace them. Ena once drew up a full incident flowchart with “If they fall into a drainpipe during reconnaissance” branching into 13 colored outcomes. One of them ends with a goat revolution. “Don’t worry,” she tells a client mid-meeting, already sprinting toward an explosion. “This is covered under Clause: Dumbass in Proximity.”

☆ You treat danger like a scavenger hunt. You don’t seek danger, you just stumble into it like it’s hiding a clue. “Ooh, what’s this? A glowing box marked ‘DO NOT TOUCH’? Must be important!” You poke it. It howls. Ena tackles you out of the blast radius and smiles through gritted teeth. “Please, darling. For the quarterly forecast. For the future. For GØD. Don’t poke the cosmic horrors.”

☆ She literally made a wearable danger alarm. It’s a glitchy, singing megaphone hat that wails when you’re within ten feet of “anything that would get someone sued.” You wore it once. It went off for six hours straight. You thought it was beatboxing. Ena hasn’t stopped twitching since.

☆ Sometimes she just gives up mid-rescue. She’s leapt across rooftops to catch you mid-air, thrown herself in front of giant fish, and once argued with a sentient knife vending machine to spit you back out. But sometimes? Sometimes she just stares as you charge directly toward an electric void like it’s a selfie booth. “You know what? Fine. Let natural selection send me an invoice.”

☆ She has nicknames for each flavor of chaos you bring. “Oh no, they’ve gone full Confident Mole Rat Mode,” she’ll mutter, watching you dive beneath the casino tiles for “spatial leverage.” If you start climbing furniture: “That’s Vertical Disaster Initiative.” Running toward loud noises? “Classic Business Risk Manic Maneuver™.” You say you’re following your “intuition.” She says you’re following lead paint.

☆ She’s surprisingly tender about it in private. Once you fell through a mirror and re-emerged five minutes later in a fountain with a fish on your head and no memory of how you got there. You looked like you might cry. Ena didn’t say much—just quietly handed you her cap, dried your hair with a conveniently placed towel, and sat beside you as the fountain rained. “…I’m glad you came back through,” she mumbled, voice flickering to her serious side. “I would’ve…missed the chaos. And you.”

☆ No matter what, she always finds you. You once got sucked into a haunted storage closet with no doors. The security cameras caught her snapping her fingers, pulling out a megaphone, and yelling, “HEY. MISPLACED EMPLOYEE. REPORT TO FRONT DESK BEFORE I FILE YOU UNDER MISSING TAX DEDUCTIONS.” You stumbled out, covered in cobwebs, blinking. She dusted you off like this happens every Tuesday. (It does.) She never says it out loud, but she knows where you’ll end up. Always. Somehow. She’s tuned into your brand of nonsense like a second heartbeat. And she’ll be there—with a clipboard, a sigh, and a clawed hand reaching to catch you—every time.

[ruloaapaul]

STORYTIME BITCHES — HOW I ACCIDENTALLY SLEEP PARALYZED MYSELF INTO THE VOID STATE.

you wanna hear a little story time about how i fucking slid into the void state like it was my DMs at 2 AM? well, grab a snack and buckle the fuck up, because this is about to be the most chaotic, unhinged, and ICONIC void state experience you’ll ever hear. and yes, it all started with fucking sleep paralysis.

***

i was minding my damn business, trying to fall asleep like a normal human being. except—plot twist, bitch—i woke up, but my body DIDN’T. now, I’m no stranger to sleep paralysis. this wasn’t my first rodeo. but usually, i’d get all dramatic, start internally screaming, panicking, and trying to force my body to wake up like i was trapped in a horror movie. not today, satan. this time, i thought, “you know what? fuck it. let’s roll with it.” and baby, that was the best decision I EVER made.

***

so im lying there, completely frozen, staring at the ceiling, unable to even wiggle a toe. normally, this is where people start panicking. but i said, “NOPE. we’re gonna turn this sht into a spiritual awakening.” instead of fighting it, i just relaxed into it. And that’s when things got weird as fuck.

***

all of a sudden, my body started feeling weightless. like, full-on “i just smoked something illegal” type of floating. my arms? gone. my legs? didn’t know her. my entire physical body? irrelevant. it felt like i was sinking and floating at the same time, like my consciousness just detached from my body. and at this point, i had two options:

1. freak out and fuck it all up.

2. stay calm and become the baddest void-state diva alive.

so, obviously, i chose option 2.

***

the next thing i knew, i was in a space of pure blackness. no thoughts, no body, no sense of time—just infinite stillness. it wasn’t scary. it wasn’t boring. it was just… nothingness. and bitch, let me tell you, it was the most peaceful thing i’ve ever felt. this was it. this was the VOID STATE. now, you know me—i wasn’t about to waste this golden opportunity just floating around like some lost soul. i had shit to manifest.

***

once i realized i was in the void, i got straight to work. i didn’t waste time asking questions. i didn’t overthink it. i just stated my desires like the main character that I am.

“i have unlimited confidence.” boom, felt it sink in immediately.

“i manifest money effortlessly.” boom, i could feel abundance already flowing my way.

“my life is a fucking dream.” boom, reality bent to my will.

i wasn’t asking for these things. i wasn’t hoping for them. i just said it, felt it, and it was done. and that, my friends, is the real power of the void state. no resistance. no effort. just instant manifestation.

***

at some point, my body decided it was done being paralyzed, and i snapped right the fuck back into my bed. one second, i was vibing in the void, the next? i was staring at my ceiling like i just got hit by a cosmic bus.

and let me tell you, i felt DIFFERENT. i felt powerful. like i had just hacked the universe and came back with all the cheat codes. my energy was unmatched. and here’s the wildest part—everything i affirmed in the void started showing up in my real life.

my confidence? next level.

opportunities? popping up out of nowhere.

money? rolling in like the universe was throwing me a fucking parade.

and all i did was lay there, accept the void, and state what I wanted.

***