#replies from the void

[triptychofvoids]

Aphobes wait don’t leave yet! Medic needs to dissect you.

[sysig]

How far did you get? (Patreon)

[bleaksqueak]

It is so unbelievably frustrating how the algorithm timeline keeps defaulting in a place that has been free of algo bullshit for so long. I cannot tell if it’s a glitch or if they’re just pushing it intentionally. It’s at least easy to go back to the following feed, but with bluesky users more and more depending on the discover feed and tumblr defaulting to the algorithm timeline it just feels like ‘be twitter’ is the shitty destiny being pushed everywhere.

Important video anyone should give a watch:

[authorofemotion]

soooooo tired of people contacting me. please do not

[hearteyespierce]

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[crossbackpoke-check]

Looks like that video is about a month & a half after The Trade and trevors broken ankle 😣

re: this video… anon 😭 i had suspicions but it is so much worse to have them confirmed that really was like. trevor’s first Public Appearance without jamie AND post-broken ankle which is traumatic in and of itself no wonder every beat reporter was like ‘oh yeah trevor’s just devastated’

wouldn’t you be miserable too if your best friend just got traded and your body betrayed you and what if it was maybe all your fault!!!

[aufhcker]

A few temperature based lore!

● Apsel's temperature tends to fluctuate whenever shifting between his true form and a human one, as though attempting to reject the change. It can be worse when constantly switching between the two, running hot before settling to a normal temperature. He hates it, so tries to limit the amount of times he changes.

● Sometimes, especially in warmer months, Apsel will relinquish his human form and choose to sleep on the cold, stone walls of his castle. Sometimes the ceiling. Now imagine glancing up and witnessing a massive black mass above, elongated claws jammed into the stone for support, resting.

● His true form is cold - almost freezing - to touch. The smoke he produces can chill the air or any surface it covers (extending to his prey). As a creature who detests sunlight, or anything hot, staying cool is essential for him to thrive. This is one of many reasons why he hunted at night when the temperature dropped. His human form, however, is slightly warm. Not enough to be insufferable for him, but enough to convince others. If anybody comments on how cool his skin is, he blames it on bad circulation.

● In a human form, extremely hot temperature (or big enough flame) will make his skin itch and eventually blister. Prolonged exposure causes a breakdown of his human form, the blisters splitting and producing holes or slits where his true form will begin seeping out in the form of black smoke. Once this happens, it can be difficult for him to mend the skin or push himself back together unless he manages to cool down. His human form will gradually fall apart to reveal his true self. Still exposed to hot temperature or flame, his actual body or mass will "stutter" and act erratically in a bid to move away from the painful source. He cannot be killed, but will be incapacitated. Contained or controlled flames are safe for him (such as small candles, lanterns, or fireplaces behind a screen).

[ayyyyysexual]

Eyyy we hit 1.5k! Thanks guys :D

[finniestoncrane]

prommy i'll reply to some asks tomorrow lol i was going to do some after therapy but it was ROUGH and i want to play sims to decompress u-u

[lillotte17]

@evilbunnyking Shut up, that’s so sweet I’m gonna cry! 😭 I wish I had more Solavellan fic to churn out for you (I never REALLY stopped writing it tbh) but right now I’m trapped working on a comic that involves a dumb amount of furniture…>_>;

[triptychofvoids]

I think you could Put medic in air jail if you put your hands under his arms and lifted him up like a cat so he can't reach anything. - 🪲

(I always wanted to make one of these sign-offs oh my god)

im not happy about it but. theres a couple viable options

[indighostoast]

Yeah...right...

tw: mentions of suicidal ideation, self-harm, imposter syndrome (oh hey look it makes a comeback how nice of you to join), RSD, and just overall brutal self-hatred.

just a vent.

you don’t know when you internalized the fact

that you’ll never be enough. 

maybe it was one day. one day of scolding that went too far. 

maybe it was slowly taken from you, bit by bit. like a chocolate bar cut in pieces. slowly being chewed away.

maybe it you were just born with it. created with the function coded into your head. 

though the last one didn’t make sense. how did people do anything? walking around with their brain saying they didn’t deserve the air they breathed. the space they took up. 

or maybe because you had people around you. who cared. but not enough. 

they clapped politely, without knowing how much it mattered. 

and so as soon as you started to fly, they shot you down. they didn’t want you to fly too close to the sun, after all. we all knew what happens to Icarus. 

but they injured you. they poked so many holes in the wax wings that you plummeted. towards the ocean. 

and you fell. 

so you stopped. you stopped flying for you. 

or maybe you never stopped. maybe you’re only here because they wanted you to. you never chose to be here, after all. you’re just here to make other people happy. 

what else are you worth? besides that? 

but making people happy isn’t working. they got upset at you. they said things that you can’t handle. 

how can you handle everyone else when you can’t handle this from the closest people in your life? how can you be yourself when all you were defined as was to make everyone care about you? 

you’re selfless. you’re so polite. you’re so mature for your age. 

you’re so kind. you’re so hard on yourself.

you’re so lazy. you’re so emotional. you’re such a crybaby. 

you can’t handle growing up if this is how you act with a small critique. you can’t sit here and stay in shock and want to hurl yourself out the window and scratch into arms until you bleed. 

you have work to do. 

but they’ll never understand how much it matters to you. they’ll never understand the spike.

the adrenaline and hop in your step and how the world seemed so much more colorful when someone gave you what you wanted. 

but just like the times when you were young. when you learned to suddenly stop laughing and learned to put a hurt expression on your face. because of all the times you were told your laughter was too loud. that the joke wasn’t even funny but it sounded hysterical to you. like those times. 

you had to be down-to-earth. or else no one would take you seriously. so with every achievement you didn’t need other people’s help to brush or insult them away. you did it yourself. 

you couldn’t take any compliments anymore. any perfect score was taken as luck. people are just complimenting you because they haven’t seen someone better yet. someone replaceable. 

or they were just flat-out lying. that’s a possibility. 

so you long to impress the people more skilled than you. you were taught to look up to them, after all. you long to impress them the same way they impressed you. 

or was it jealousy? were you jealous of them, possibly? you can’t be jealous. you’re supposed to be happy you hypocrite. 

you can’t count how many things that’ll never see the light of day again. how many hobbies you truly enjoyed but were ruined by comparing. or because no one cared enough about it. or how many words you’ve written but spoiled by judgment. 

and years and years of hating yourself.

you were born to hate yourself;  you were born to pretend you had any form of self-love at all. 

the only form of self-love came when you were emotionally exhausted. when you’re so tired you can’t think of anything but of how tired you were. 

you were selfish. though. selfish for thinking you could be the best.  selfish for thinking your ideas had any form of tact at all. 

they were stronger than you, that’s for sure. 

the people who were told they would never make it, and still made it. they’ll never be you. that’s for sure. you’re too sensitive. 

you think you could just get what you want without doing any work? how cute. you think you can make someone happy? when it’s you? when you’re the one trying? 

how…cute. 

you’re still that eight-year-old who hit themselves until their arms were red. you’re still that little kid who cried because “all the other kids have birthday parties! all the other kids have so many friends who don’t leave me!” you’re still that kid who cried after you didn’t win, waiting for reassurance and instead getting hit with the reality train. because you didn’t train enough. because you were seven fucking years old and you were crying in the car while they yelled at you. 

you were nine. you were nine and someone should’ve hugged you afterwards. you were nine and instead people said you weren’t good enough. that you should win first place and that the older kids got almost every single question right and even though you were the best, it was because everyone else was a failure. 

even though you made it further than the people almost twice your age. you still cried in the bathroom because you panicked. you froze up and you don’t deserve any of it. 

reality hit in: you aren’t that gifted kid anymore. you never were.

so none of your achievements were worth it. huh. that’s a shock. 

why don’t you just throw out the few prizes you have? if you had any at all. 

if you can’t make yourself happy: make everyone else happy instead. your mother was always telling you to have a goal set. to have a purpose in life so you wouldn’t try and kill yourself again. 

why can’t you do it? why can’t you just be like everyone else? 

all of the people who said they were impressed, said they liked what you did 

and whatnot. 

all liars. 

big. fat. liars. 

all of them. 

they’ll discover how much of a fraud you are. you're too unskilled to even be breathing air on this earth.

it’s easy to replace someone terrible. there’s people waiting in line already. 

so might as well point out your flaws before anyone bothers to. 

stupid. how stupid. 

[blorbo-from-the-cosmos]

I’m happy to know that the void state is 100% real because plenty of people lie about they’re success stories and it’s so weird

Trust me I would not lie about struggling for 3 years just to give up now! if I wanted to lie I would’ve done it after the first time I failed because that’s so long to keep trying just to give up and lie to everyone about it skfkfkkdlsw 😭 I promise everything I’ve posted is real and genuine. That’s actually part of the reason why I take so long in between posts and updates because that’s just honestly how the time frame has worked for me, I don’t manifest every single day and I often go months or weeks without any luck or success. I don’t always have anything to share or any good insight to give because between tiny successes im just here in my current reality trying to make the best of it while I work on my discipline so one day I can enjoy the reality I know I’m in :)

[aria0fgold]

Tumblr... why aren't you allowing me to reply to a mutual tumblr, tumblr-- wdym the reply may have been block, hidden, removed??????????????????? I CAN SEE IT IN MY NOTIFS TUMBLR

[underscoredau]

ASTER'S EXPERIMENT

A short Reply from the SOUL prequel comic

[tardis--dreams]

Last night i dreamt that the whole chat history between me and my most beloved ex-coworker had been deleted. Truly one of the most horrifying nightmares i've had in a while