#null void

[mateoenrique]

The Tennyson war

[bloodmoon24]

Does Valentino exist in the Electroswing Friends universe? /genq

Oh, yeah, he does. Feedback wants to send him to the Null Void

Or just N killing him

[bluepenguinstories]

Another Mundane Valentine

Late winter, clad in her plaid blazer jacket. No hood, but the sleeves were enough to justify the outfit. She shivered as she walked, though she always said she preferred the cold. Typically a recluse, but when she did go out, it was usually for her to visit her local coffee shop, or to get a bite to eat nearby. This time, however, she was going to her girlfriend’s house.

Her girlfriend lived uphill, near one of the forested parks. Among the lined trees between the sea of tall, near-mansion houses, lived a small, pink house. Unassuming as it was adorable.

Much like the house, she didn’t try to draw attention to herself. She also couldn’t be sure that there weren’t always eyes upon her. Somewhere, just around the corner. Or behind her. From the window of people’s homes. There were the regulars, of course, who saw her: people behind the counter at the restaurants or cafes she’d frequent. People she’d interact with, make small talk, or simple transactions.

Of course, there were always the worries. What people really thought when she was interacting with them. Whether it be the simple transactions or small talk, or spending time with the ones she loved. Thoughts ranging from, “they probably don’t like that I come by so often. I don’t leave enough of a tip, do I? And they probably think I eat too many cinnamon rolls” to “does she really care? I’m sure she does, but does she as much as I care about her? Do I really care about her after all or do I just feel like I do because I want her to care about me? I must be selfish.”

Such were the ways of Null Void.

As she walked, she couldn’t help being a little giddy. Doing a little skip and hop on her way up the hill. Her worries could wait for later. For now, she made the trek, unknowing of how she may have come across to passerby with her odd motions in freezing weather.

Despite not exactly being “in shape”, it didn’t take long to reach the home of Minnow Pond, Null’s girlfriend.

It was still a new experience for her, one which she was in constant disbelief over. Not just that anyone would like her at all, but that someone as beautiful as Minnow would like her.

Null walked up to Minnow’s doorstep and knocked three times.

She waited. And waited.

At last, Minnow opened the door, leaning in with a wide smile.

“Silly Null! You don’t have to knock! You can come in any time!” Minnow giggled.

“But...isn’t it rude? What if you’re not home, or at work? Also, I don’t have a key. Don’t you ever lock your door?”

Minnow’s smile lowered and she blinked a few times.

“Oh. You’re right. It wouldn’t do to have you break in, would it? I’ll just have to give you a key!”

Null stood at the open doorway.

“Did I make a mistake?” She wondered. “Did I make her upset? Was I supposed to walk right in? Oh dear. What if she wants to break up now?”

“Hey, hey! Come in, come in!” Called Minnow’s heart-melting voice and for a moment, Null’s worries subsided and were replaced with the single thought of, “it’s so cute how she’ll repeat words sometimes.”

Then again, to Null, anything Minnow did was cute. Until it was something that Null could perceive as a fault of her own. But then it was a just punishment that she had to reflect upon for the rest of her days. Even that was cute sometimes.

The two sat on the floor in the living room, next to the life-sized statue of an ancient pharaoh (Minnow claimed she saw it at an antique shop once and absolutely HAD to have it). They did some knitting together; Null pricked her finger many times and each time, Minnow would kiss away the cut.

Their goal was to make a long blanket with the color scheme of a long bacon. Why? To keep themselves warm whether sitting or laying down. It was something they could share together. Also, there was a kind of inside joke between them which had something to do with ‘sizzling’ and ‘long bacon’. Neither of them remembered what the origins of the inside joke were, only that it was pretty funny at the time.

They ate lunch meat sandwiches together with rye bread and emmental cheese and laughed while they watched a movie on TV about the end of the world and monsters taking over. They especially found it hilarious when the main character of the movie got a slime monster attached to the wound on her arm. Classic slapstick comedy.

Of course, the movie has to end at some point, and when the movie ended, the pain in Null’s chest returned. An unmistakable, undesirable pain.

“May I rest my head on your lap?” Null asked.

Minnow’s eyes fluttered.

“You don’t even need to ask.”

All these things that Minnow assured Null had full permission to do – at any time, no less. It was too much power for one person to hold. Both Minnow and Null had jobs. They lived at separate houses. There was a such thing as consent, as was the concept of “not the right time.”

Still, Null laid her head upon Minnow’s plush, bare thighs.

“Do you ever think about living together?” Null asked, the question poison on her tongue.

“We’re living together right now, aren’t we? We’re both alive, and we’re together,” answered Minnow.

“No, I mean, like sharing a home. Any size, just, I come home from work, and you’re there. Maybe in bed. Or maybe you’re not home but I know you will be. Maybe we’ll share a bed. Or maybe one night we’ll get into a fight and you’ll take up the whole bed and I’ll sleep on the couch. Maybe we don’t need a couch. Maybe I can get one of those dog beds to curl up in.”

“I hardly think that’s necessary.”

“What? The moving in part or the dog bed part?”

Null’s heart skipped a beat.

“The dog bed. Even if we fight, you should still be able to sleep comfortably.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Null laughed, though her laugh felt more like a cough, “I think dog beds are pretty comfortable.”

Minnow stroked Null’s hair and Null let out a pleasant sigh.

“And here I thought you were more of a cat person,” Minnow joked.

“I am, but cat beds are too small.”

Minnow decided that Null, being a cat person, deserved to have her ears scratched and chin rubbed. Again, Null sighed and purred. But even among the joy, she couldn’t shake the prior conversation; she wrapped her arms around Minnow’s legs and began to cry.

“I don’t know why I feel so intense sometimes. It’s all so overwhelming and I know nobody likes a worrier but you like me and I don’t know how that’s possible, either.”

“Who says nobody likes a worrier? And besides, I don’t like you.”

Null’s eyes widened, but everything around her was a blue haze.

“You don’t?”

“Of course not! I love you!”

“Oh. Oh dear. Oh no. I love you, too! Please don’t scare me like that!”

“Sorry!” Minnow laughed. “It’s hard not to tease you sometimes.”

“So true,” Null laughed between sobs.

Those sobs continued for a while.

Late into the evening, she cried out,

“Oh, Minnow! I wish you were real!”

She hugged her stuffed quokka plush, almost as tall as she was and sobbed into it.

Of course, Minnow was real, but a visit was just that; now Null was in her own home, in her own room, and hugging what she imagined to be Minnow.

“It hurts so much to be away from you. Even when I have work, it’s agony. Every moment away, I miss you all the harder.”

Eventually, Null cried herself into a headache, then to sleep.

[rapidfirestormer]

Various colored Vulpimancers from the Null Void.

[sonicasura]

In your Ben 10 Trollhunters Crossover, does Jim and his friends ever end up in the Null Void?

Yup. They have to travel to the Null Void multiple times when certain situations arise. Jim sees a lot of parallels between it and the Darklands that makes him quite uncomfortable.

A realm meant to nurture a civilization but soon becomes a prison for the most dangerous threats to all life? No one is comfortable there.

[faith-thee-slayer]

she’s a poor little meow meow. she was born in a wet cardboard box all alone. she’s suffered more than jesus. she’s misunderstood. she’s a silly guy. she experienced the horrors. she did all those crimes. she has done nothing wrong. she deserves to kill. she’s the most interesting girl in the world. i didn’t say a name, but she popped into your head, didn’t she?

[didyougaming]

[signanothername]

Hi Ano! Thank you for being here this year and sharing your stories/ideas with us. As someone who is disabled to the point where I can't leave bed very much these days, people like you mean an incredibly lot to me. I can't go out into the actual world much so you and others help me build my own with your stories and art. I can't thank you enough for making my life so much more bearable.

I hope this new year treats you and I well! Much love from me to you 💕

Ohhh this is so sweet thank you so much this means a lot <33333

I hope you don’t mind my absolute lack for words but sometimes they escape me, but I’m genuinely glad to hear my art has helped you build your world and i hope it continues to to so

Here’s a comic i was never gonna share just for you <333

It revolves around Nightmare’s disability, and Dream using his healing powers just to ease the pain a lil, magical painkillers if you will hahaha, just a bit of my fave bittersweet fluff

I never got around to cleaning it up properly, so excuse any rough edges hchcchhc

[wigglybug]

its like. really not that hard.

[eepy-deebser]

sooo heres a fun little thought experiment /rp obviously

Why does Yellow hate Lukey?

A) He killed and is in a feud with one/multiple of their members B) He pranked their entire base, causing the castle to lag C) He was originally part of Yellow, before being kicked out D) He stole many of their members valued possessions for attention E) He existed

VVV Answers VVV

If you guessed: A, I'm sorry, you are incorrect. That is in fact what Badboyhalo (leader & strongest of the faction), Pangi (righthand man), & Krowfang (or: The Red One, hated by the kingdom's architect) have done! The first two are actually generally well-liked by the Kingdom, despite being the biggest threats and aggressors. Krow, while hated by the Royal Architect, isn't targeted by the rest of the faction because of this.

If you guessed: B, you're definitely incorrect! While mischevious, Lukey hasn't actively antagonized Yellow past generally defending himself in arguments and good-natured ribbing that all the realmers indulge in. This was actually Tubbo– the unexplained god and general joy and whimsy haver! Alongside Bad, he bred a crazy amount of pigs in what was dubbed the Porkalypse, and dropped them over Yellow castle. This was seen as fun and lighthearted, and Tubbo is well-liked by the Kingdom.

If you guessed: C, you may be confusing two well-spoken weak white boys. Jester Bartholomew, better known as Owen! Our lovable Jester larked a little too hard and psychologically shredded the prized Architect. Aw man! But he's dead now, after finally showing the King the best part of the joke: the execution.

If you guessed: D, that one was Badlinu. There isn't much to unpack there, just that they all forgave him for having good reasons (being attention-seeking)

If you guessed: E, you'd be right! Yes, Yellow despises Lukey simply because when he appeared, Roscumber didn't like his vibes. So she killed him, and they've been tripping over their high horses to justify it as "justice". Ignore the fact he's never resorted to any violence! He's evil, and if it doesn't seem so yet, remember: he will be some day. If we push him hard enough, degrade and belittle him enough, one day we can mould the perfect monster. Then we have the sacrificial scapegoat. And we were right all along.

[dykedvonte]

I think it’s real interesting that Jimmy cut enough of Curly’s leg off to feed the entire crew. It’s wasteful, it’s a risk that could’ve killed Curly (all the blood loss and shock) but it also shows the exact Captain Jimmy was.

More was lost than gained as is what happens with most of his actions and it was at the expense of others. No matter of it was through delusion, he kept taking from the people, the person he expected to do the most from him and believed the act of servicing him was one that benefited them all.

It was a celebration, not a feast, he did not need a cake nor was one allotted to him anymore per company policy. But Jimmy needed to be the captain Curly was and he got to slice into something didn’t he?

[s0fter-sin]

how canon do we think warzone is? characterisation things like the takedowns and voice lines?

obviously the takedowns are flashy as hell, that's the point, but things like ghost's "cheers ya slag" and "done and dusted" paint him as so much more arrogant than the campaign suggests

but he is arrogant ("i've seen better" "who?" "me") and we never see him work solo except for the opening scene in mw2 where he chooses to remain danger close to a missile (either just bc or bc he wanted to ensure the kill) so who's to say he doesn't act like that on his own? you even see a hint of it in the camera mission when he shows off to soap and jumps off the building to land on the shadow; what is that if not an arrogant, flashy takedown?

if he's happy to do that in the middle of a stealth mission what else would he do just bc he can?

we know warzone is canon in some respects like the seasonal cutscenes (ala alex's resurrection and "i wasn't in that tank") so at least those are canon but what about everything in between? do specgru and kortac exist in canon? is the 141 part of some greater allied team? (which begs the question why do they never try to contact them when the world is literally on the brink but that’s a very meta, “why didn’t anyone call the avengers in their solo movie?” level of nitpick and we don’t do that here, serious nitpicks only)

do we consider them in character? or is it technically an au? is warzone even made by the same team? would characterisation mean anything to them beyond “does it make the character sound cool?”

even zombies, soap takes on a lot more of a leadership role than we see in the campaign, do we think that's how he acts when he's not with the 141? bc that's a significant shift to go from a leader to a clear subordinate without any chafing or annoyance at getting dropped down the pecking order

then you take skins into account; things like ghost's senpai skin is obviously an au but if he gets new takedowns with it (i haven't played and don't know how it works Imao) do we think main ghost still has that skill set? or is it possible for him to learn it? would he want to?

i think the campaigns are set in stone canon but even that characterisation can be touch and go considering how dirty they did price in mw3 and even how mellow he was in mw2 compared to mw19 and just... everything about the final mw3 mission (and mw3 in general, even shepherd being in the helo when they detain makarov in verdansk is ooc as hell and only exists to serve the narrative)

(characterisation in this aspect is difficult to pin down bc it's hard to tell how much is them writing the character of soap, the character of ghost, and how much is them just writing generic military man 1 and generic military man 2; there's some personality and growth but we have to admit it's thin and subtextual at best. how much of soap's behaviour is bc that's how they wanted soap specifically to react and how much is it bc that's how a military guy would react? (things like being angry about releasing hassan when graves reacts the same way))

so if canon isn't even consistent, can we even trust warzone's characterisation?

(but that's a whole seperate gripe let's stay on track Imao)

do we think it's canon? or is it just battleworld where they can act however the devs want so we spend money on it?

[spicyraeman]

Every time I see some trans masc talk about height dysphoria and then mention that they're like 5'6" all I can do is laugh. like bro, I beg you to leave the house and look at some irl cis men, I promise you they're not all 6ft tiktok boys

[bluepenguinstories]

Hypothetical Anxious Mouse

Deep within the wood stood the rusted remains of a once thriving public park. Rusted monkey bars, a partially collapsed play structure, and a swing set that creaked, and one of the seats were missing. There was a committee made up of the commune who resided within the former park who stated that they would get to work on repairing the monuments and making it a place where people of all ages could play once more. However, months after such a declaration was made, there has been no progress with regards to their mission. How could there be when survival always took precedent?

At the center of this former forest resided a wide building coated with peach colored paint, and had boarded up windows. It was once known as a recreational center and the open room in the middle of the building was home to a basketball court and sometimes the elderly would get together and play shuffle board, or there would be chess tournaments hosted there. Now, it was a place where crowds of people slept, and various blankets and sleeping bags filled the floor. One corner of the room had a pile of blankets and a sleeping bag stuffed with pillows.

Minerva Pond, or as she preferred, Minnow, was exhausted after walking through the woods and not seeing a hint of human life all day, aside from her constant companion. Her feet ached and her back kept giving her the feeling of pins and needles. When she found this community, it was like finding an oasis in the desert, and a smile widened, and she licked her lips. But rather than food or water on her mind, rest was what she yearned for.

“What’s in that sleeping bag?” She asked Chorizo, a helpful guide who had introduced her and her companion to the community when the two arrived. Minnow always felt a sour taste on her tongue when she spoke with others, and quietly cursed her feeble and soft voice which betrayed her every word. Chorizo, a man with chubby cheeks and a few tufts of hair above his head, who wore a sleeveless jacket made of blue duct tape and gray, baggy sweatpants didn’t mind nor comment on Minnow’s voice and instead answered her question.

“Oh, there’s just some extra pillows in there. You can help yourself to the pillows or blankets,” he smiled and gestured.

“May I sit on the pile?” She was less sleepy and more just needed a short reprieve.

“Sure. I don’t see why not.”

What a relief it was to hear such a thing.

Her smile widened only for it to fade upon wondering where her companion had gone.

Once I’ve taken a few minutes to sit, I’ll go look for Null, she resolved.

She sat down on the pile of blankets, some in tatters with holes in them, some striped pattern and stitched together. Others, thick, and fleece. All the same, they made for a nice cushion underneath her and she leaned forward, had her elbow on her knee, her head rested on her palm, and smiled.

“Mmf! Mmf!” Came muffled cries from somewhere nearby, breaking the contentment that made up Minnow’s face, and in its place was a small, open mouth as she looked around for what could have made that sound. It sounded like someone had a sock in their mouth, or was trying to scream, but someone else had held their mouth shut. It was pained, yet hidden away, and no one in the crowded room seemed to take notice or mind save for her.

The lights above, yellow and dizzying, only made matters worse. Whoever or whatever could have made those cries, those strained yells, wasn’t being acknowledged, and a nauseous feeling filled the air around her. Like all the oxygen was being sucked out of her and given to someone else, someone foreign.

Movement in the sleeping bag caught the corner of her eye, as two stiff, long shapes bobbed up and down.

What? Snakes? She wondered, and broke out into a cold sweat. That sweat was soon twisted into a hot jolt of liquid as her seat shook beneath her and she fell forward, her hands pressed against the cold and cracked tile floor. Above, the lights continued to be dizzying, but be it her tiredness or the dying of the bulb, it kept blinking out into seconds of darkness.

“Aargh! I thought I was going to die!” Yelled a hoarse, serene voice behind her. Arms shot up, palms spread, and all Minnow needed to do was identify the deep scar on her palm and those short, uneven nails, to tell who those arms belonged to.

“Null!” Joy, and a touch of worry, filled Minnow as the name escaped her lips.

Null’s arms bent and grabbed onto the pile of blankets, tossing them aside in the process.

When Null sat up, her face was red – almost as much as her sun-dried tomato colored hair, which happened to be even more of a mess than usual.

“If you’re going to sit on my face, could you at least wait until I’m awake?” Null rubbed her forehead with the bottom of her palm and gritted her teeth as she croaked out her complaint.

“Sorry! I didn’t know you were under there!” Minnow’s face was flushed as it was and she could only imagine the agony Null went through with her rude awakening. The tips of her coarse, chestnut hair began to frizz up and nerves in her cheek gave off little popping sparks.

Despite the distraught from her companion, Null remained dissatisfied and scrunched her face while shaking her head.

“I might end up with neck problems,” she groaned.

“No! Please don’t have neck problems!” Minnow choked back a sob.

Commotion was as usual in the large room, with everyone scattered about and talking with whoever would happen to listen. But Null couldn’t hear any of that – and instead, the air was still and silent. Her eyes widened, as she forgotten just how Minnow could be. True, Minnow wasn’t the most sensitive person, but when it came to Null and her wellness, Minnow could leak like a loose faucet.

“Hey, I’m fine, really!” Null backpedaled. She held her palm against her neck and gave a light squeeze. “See? Neck’s fine.”

“Please don’t choke yourself…”

“I’m not, I’m just showing you that my neck’s fine. I’m not mad at you, either.”

“You’re not?”

Null forced a smile.

“Not at all. I was just surprised, is all, and so I reacted the way I did. All I ask is that the next time you sit on my face, you do so when I’m awake, okay?”

“Ri-Right,” Minnow hiccuped. “Next time...I’ll sit on your face when you’re awake,” she smiled and wiped away a tear from her right eye. “Got it.”

“Good. Now,” Null’s forced smile shifted to a more natural, but bestial grin. “Unfortunately, I will have to punish you.”

“You will?”

Null nodded as she leaned forward, palms curled, and tickled the sides of Minnow’s stomach.

“Eep! Cheep!” Minnow let out a squeak and squirmed. “S-Stop!”

Every time Null’s hands brushed against the softness of Minnow’s skin, wherever it may be, she couldn’t help but want to touch more. Of course, she had to heed the words of her mistress.

In one swift motion, she wrapped her hands around Minnow’s waist and held her tight while giving several kisses across Minnow’s cheeks and neck.

“Ahaha! Null! There’s so many people around!” Minnow laughed, and her cheeks turned almost as red as Null’s hair.

“Sorry, I’ll stop.”

“I do like it, really. I just don’t want so many people to watch.”

“Mm. That’s a good point,” Null let go, crossed her arms, and nodded. “I’m already not a fan of crowds to begin with.”

“Mm-hmm,” Minnow knew very well.

“In that case…”

Null curled up and rested her head in Minnow’s lap.

“This is fine, right?” Null looked up and asked. She saw the hunger in Minnow’s eyes, the kind of hunger that said Null could have been Minnow’s next meal. If she were to be devoured by anyone, it would have to be Minnow.

“Yes,” Minnow said in a labored breath, “this is fine.”

Rather than resume a peaceful slumber, Null decided to test the waters. She ran her fingers across the valley that was Minnow’s thigh, starting the top and prancing her fingers in, then outward.

“Careful. You know how easily I get turned on,” Minnow warned.

Null stopped herself. She knew better, but she still had a habit of forgetting such a fact.

“Right. You turn into quite the beast.”

“Stop that. If others hear, they might get the wrong idea.”

“Guess we both need to be careful,” Null chuckled. “Hey, if we’re tired, wanna share the sleeping bag with me? We can rest our heads under the pile of blankets, too.”

“We should probably leave our heads out of the blankets. I don’t want a repeat of what happened to you.”

“Of course not. You’re the only one allowed to sit on my face.”

The two shimmied into the sleeping bag and fell asleep, their foreheads rested against each other. Not a soul woke them from their slumber, even as the communal dinner rolled around and everyone nearby shared bowls of soup.

[madcat-world]

Null: Flesh and Blood (1 of 2) - Saad Irfan

[cupcakeslushie]

Slushie (in one of ur replies): I love drawing the turtles being silly!

Also slushie: traumatises all of them in the worst ways imaginable

/aff :)

I have many layers. I’ve been Shrek this whole time