#tales from the void

[hellsite-hall-of-ex-girlfriend]

it is with a heavy (cryptid) heart that i inform you all that @/hellsite-hall-of-fame and i have decided to go our separate ways

details under the break

we are no strangers to love you know the rules and so do i a full commitment is what i am thinking of you would not get this from any other guy

i just wanna tell you how i am feeling gotta make you understand

never gonna give you up never gonna let you down never gonna run around and desert you never gonna make you cry never gonna say goodbye never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

we have known each other for so long your heart has been aching, but you are too shy to say it inside, we both know what has been going on we know the game and we are gonna play it

and if you ask me how i am feeling do not tell me you are too blind to see

never gonna give you up never gonna let you down never gonna run around and desert you never gonna make you cry never gonna say goodbye never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

never gonna give you up never gonna let you down never gonna run around and desert you never gonna make you cry never gonna say goodbye never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

we have known each other for so long your heart has been aching, but you are too shy to say it inside, we both know what has been going on we know the game and we are gonna play it

i just wanna tell you how i am feeling gotta make you understand

never gonna give you up never gonna let you down never gonna run around and desert you never gonna make you cry never gonna say goodbye never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

never gonna give you up never gonna let you down never gonna run around and desert you never gonna make you cry never gonna say goodbye never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

never gonna give you up never gonna let you down never gonna run around and desert you never gonna make you cry never gonna say goodbye never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

april fools btw hehehehe (please do not hate meeeee)

Madame Curator i love you very very much ♡ ♡ ♡

@hellsite-hall-of-fame

[brokehorrorfan]

Tales from the Void will be released in October on Screambox. The horror anthology series is based on haunting viral stories from Reddit’s popular NoSleep community.

Two episodes will premiere exclusively on Screambox every Sunday between October 13 and October 27. They will be available to buy or rent on digital platforms the following Tuesday.

The series is directed by Joe Lynch (Mayhem), John Adams & Toby Poser (Hellbender), Maritte Lee Go (Black as Night), and series creator Francesco Loschiavo. Each episode features a post-show interview with the original author hosted by No Sleep Podcast's David Cummings.

Individual episode details can be found below.

Sunday, October 13:

E101: Into the Unknown - Directed by Joe Lynch Based on the r/NoSleep story: "The Black Square" by Matt Dymerski

E102: Fixed Frequency - Directed by Francesco Loschiavo Based on the r/NoSleep story: "I used to hack baby monitors. One night, I learned my lesson" by Manen Lyset

Sunday, October 20:

E103: Starlight - Directed by Francesco Loschiavo Based on the r/NoSleep story: "The Million Dollar Question" by Joao Andre Narigueta Ribeiro

E104: Carry - Directed by Maritte Lee Go Based on the r/NoSleep story "Pro-Life" by Grayson Grume

Sunday, October 27:

E105: Plastic Smile - Directed by John Adams & Toby Poser Based on the r/NoSleep story: Based on the r/NoSleep story "Betsy The Doll" by Rebecca Klingel

E106: Whistle in the Woods - Directed by Francesco Loschiavo Based on the r/NoSleep story "Something walks whistling past my house every night at 3:03" by Travis Brown

From creepy dolls to unborn children, unexplained invasions to paranormal hauntings, unsolved mysteries to serial murders, the series draws from a wide spectrum of horror. Each unnerving tale blends genre thrills with social commentary to explore the darker side of the human psyche.

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

Unfortunately he’s never gonna give the ring up! He’s gonna have to let you downnnn. He’s gonna run in circles around you~

he deserted me :(

#retreivetheringfromrickastleyorelseillsendthevoidhoundsafterhimyesthemuseumhasguarddogsandwhataboutit?!?

[trippygalaxy]

Hello, it's me again!

For you - Time and Sky fluff :D

Cause I saw that this week just wasn't it, so I'm here to cheer you up! :D

"Hey! How you feeling?" The skyloftian smiled as he entered the dark room, gently clicking the door closed behind him.

Time didn't speak, but he did give a small wave as the footsteps entered.

"I brought you soup, wild said he got the recipe from Malon last time we were there." The skyloftian placed the bowl gently on the side table as Time turned his head to face him.

"I need to check you over, I know Hyrule did earlier but..." He hovered, scratching his arm. Before stepping over to the bed. Eyes glancing over to the armour in the corner.

It was in his nature, they did call him the Mother hen...

"I'm alright Sky." His voice was quiet as he tried to reassure the Skyloftian. Turning his head back to look at the ceiling. The scent of the soup wafted through the room. He couldn't identify it, but if it was one of Malon's recipes. Then it would be good.

The skyloftian sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. Fiddling with his hands.

"You didn't have to jump in front of me like that. I... I never got to thank you." He didn't look at him while he spoke, his thumbs tracing along the fabric on the bed. As his eyes remained fixed on the armour.

He tilted his head down looking at the skyloftian as he remained sat. The light of the moon gently reflected off the man's sailcloth. "You dont need to thank me, any one of us would have done it." this caused Sky to shift in his position.

"But..."

"Sky. You're one of us as much as the rest of them." He grimaced as he tried to sit up. Pain shooting through his bandaged leg. "Help me up?"

"Oh." The skyloftian turned, shuffling to his knees as he offered his hands. "Here..."

Sky pulled him up into a sitting position and helped him turn to put his legs over the edge of the bed, being careful to not touch the ingury.

They sat in silence as Time pondered the Skyloftian. He radiated guilt but it hadn't been the chosen's decision for him to jump into the like of fire. It had been his.

Sky sat with his arms around him, his chin resting on his chest as he pulled his legs up to his chest. Wrapping his arms inward too the skyloftian sighed.

Time couldn't see his face from where he was. But knew this look.

"Do you need a hug?" He offered freely, placing a hand on the Skyloftians shoulder gently.

The skyloftian didn't give an answer, but he did turn his head to face him.

It was times like this when Time was reminded just how young the rest of this little hero group was.

"Come on, Come here."

The skyloftian shuffled across, minding the older hero's injuries as he wrapped his arms around Time's waist. The older hero slowly lifting his arm over the skyloftians's shoulder. Leaning his head on the Skyloftians head.

"I'm sorry you got hurt."

"I'm not." He replied quickly. Tightening his grip on the Skyloftian as he moved the chosen's sailcloth around his shoulder's more firmly. He grabbed the blanket from his bed and wrapped it around both of their shoulders. "You look tired, why dont you rest, I'll keep watch."

"You... can't keep watch, your." the skyloftian yawned. His head turned to the window, the light of the moon filtering into the room gently. "Hurt."

Time chuckled, the gentle rumbling from his chest made the Skyloftian tighten his grip ever so slightly. "When has that ever stopped me." He smiled, as the Skyloftian tucked himself under his arm even more. The warmth of the blankets surrounding them, "You know how I get."

Sky made a noise of acknowledgement as Time felt his grip loosen. The boy's weight leaned into him a little more. The older hero looked down at the man leaning into him. How long had it been since he'd slept? This was Sky they were talking about.

The gentle sounds of the quiet breaths of the skyloftian's slumber seemed to want to pull him down too. As he rested his head on the Skyloftians. Settling his arm to make it more comfortable. He could feel sleep calling to him as his body relaxed, forcing himself to remain sat up for Sky's sake he leant back into the Skyloftian. Closing his eyes he forced his body to relax.

As he drifted, he could hear the voice of the captain outside the door.

Good, it was time for shift change anyway....

Short and sweet, I hope you like it, and I hope it's made you feel a little better :)

MAJOR STOP THIS IS SO CUTE AND AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

IM CLINGING TO MY PLUSHIE RN AND I WANNA CRYYY ITS SO CUTE AND SWEET AND I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE HOW SOFT TIME IS AND HOW CLINGY SKY IS AND EVERYONE DESERVES TO BE SWEET BUT AHHHHHHH!!!!!

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!

[armada-megatrons-fat-tummy]

Sharing a writing wip👉👈

Fortress Maximus leaned back with an overstuffed belch, his gut hanging softly between his legs. It should be a crime that Megatron of all people can bake this well. He hiccuped and groaned as his baked good packed tummy churned, trying to digest all the sugary goodies. He met Megatron’s hopeful gaze.

“Well? Too much sugar? Should I add more richness?”

Fortress Maximus could only burp in reply.

[voidendron]

touch not the Sith who fears it

Whumptober 2023 Day 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.” Collar | Touch Aversion | "Leave me alone." Star Wars: The Old Republic Warnings: Minor Head Trauma Characters: Qizulth Verryn (Darth Nox, he/him, Twi'lek), Andronikos Revel, Ashara Zavros

“Easy, Sith…” Andronikos’ voice hit his ears long before he could finally open his eyes.

He didn’t remember hitting his head, but the painful throbbing behind his eyes told him otherwise. “What..?”

It had just been the two of them, poking around an old tomb. Now, however, he sensed Ashara somewhere nearby. How long had he been out for her to have reached their location?

Ugh. He didn’t care. His head ached too much to.

“You told me to watch my step. Then promptly stepped on a false floor.” He knew Andronikos; the man probably would have snorted as he said that, had it been anyone else. But this once, he could sense the faintest of worry buried under the man’s rugged demeanor.

“False floor?” Talking made the pounding in his head worse. He vaguely recalled…oh, what was it? Some sort of pressure plates, he’d stepped on one, then…the floor was probably pulled out from under him? He wasn’t positive, but it sounded likely enough.

He heard the swish of Ashara’s robes as she paced. “I had to get you out of the pit myself. You were down there a while—how’s your head?”

She’d used the Force to lift him out, he guessed. “Mph… Feels like there’s a whole damn band in my skull right now.” He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his palms to the sides of his head, gently massaging his temples.

Fortunately, he thought, he didn’t feel any other injuries. Ankles a bit sore, but he was used to dealing with sprains.

...Unfortunately, he didn’t realize Ashara had stepped close to touch a hand to the welt in his head (to wipe away blood? to check if it would need stitches? He didn’t know. He didn’t care.) until she’d already done it.

Qizulth flinched backward in an instant, fangs bared in a snarl that had her snapping her hand away.

“Don’t touch me.”

She was new to the crew. She didn’t know. He didn’t care.

“...Noted.”

[gebo4482]

Tales From the Void | Official Trailer

Star: Mpho Koaho / Beatrice Schneider / Molly Lewis

[stuff-i-watched]

Tales from the Void (season 1) / 2024 — IMDb, TMDb

[slpublicity]

SCREAMBOX October Streaming Line-Up Includes TALES FROM THE VOID, CRACKCOON, HAUNTED ULSTER LIVE

SCREAMBOX has revealed the new films that are joining the horror streaming service in October, including Tales from the Void, Crackcoon, and Haunted Ulster Live.

Just when you thought it was safe to take out the trash, Crackcoon kills! Described as "Rocket Raccoon meets Cocaine Bear," the SCREAMBOX Original horror-comedy is streaming now.

Who will survive The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, and what will be left of them? Celebrate 50 years of Leatherface with Tobe Hooper’s indelible horror masterpiece, now playing on SCREAMBOX.

On October 8, Haunted Ulster Live will take viewers back to Halloween 1998. Drawing comparisons to Ghostwatch and Late Night with the Devil, the SCREAMBOX Exclusive film is presented as a live broadcast from a haunted house that goes terrifyingly wrong.

SCREAMBOX Original horror anthology series Tales from the Void will get under viewers’ skin with two episodes every Sunday between October 13 and October 27. Based on haunting viral stories from Reddit’s NoSleep community, the show features episodes directed by Joe Lynch (Mayhem), John Adams & Toby Poser (Hellbender), and more.

Other October highlights include: Halloween anthology All Hallows' Eve: Trickster; indie slasher Dark Windows; The Dark Zone's Balgonie Castle investigation with Star Wars producer Rick McCallum; and the eleventh season of Bloody Disgusting’s snack-sized horror showcase Bloody Bites.

Start screaming now with SCREAMBOX on iOS, Android, Apple TV, Prime Video, Roku, Fire TV, YouTube TV, Samsung, Comcast, Cox, and Screambox.com.

[cultfaction]

Tales from the Void is coming to SCREAMBOX!

[fr-thecollectors]

ik we're already mutuals but,, 👉👈

my main clan was nicknamed the "Collectors" by outsiders (as a lot of the members have your typical dragon hoards, but also because of their tendency to take in those who are lost) and it ended up just kind of sticking. they're located in a place called the Whispering Forest - and the important thing to know about the forest is that it curses anyone who enters to never be able to leave.

the forest is sentient, feeds off souls, is constantly shifting so nothing is where it last was, and has the ability to either convert others to its whim after stealing their souls or create its own "spirit"-like entities to go after others. so it's not exactly the most....habitable place a dragon could find themself.

the Collectors have learned ways to fend off the forest's malevolent energies, and actively try to protect other, smaller clans, loners, whoever needs it. they're generally very welcoming to those without a home or who accidentally entered the forest and have no connections within it as a result.

i try to keep an old fairie tale/storybook-like feel to the way i tell my lore in dragons' bios - because that's essentially what it is. it's unknown by modern dragons if the Collectors or even the forest actually existed centuries ago.

the outsiders in my lore are merely those who aren't part of the Collectors. some are more malevolent or benevolent than others, and among the outsiders is Izan, one of the Collectors' founders. he left the clan in search of his mate, and the clan's co-founder, who was taken by the forest. he ended up losing most of himself in the process, and now wanders aimlessly with the only goal he knows being to find the edge of the forest.

the old gods are just as they sound: deities, some now forgotten, who are believed in for my lore. "survival" is a common theme, so there's actually a few gods of survival - from "survival of the fittest" to "survival against the odds," "life" and "death" being a single entity, and others.

not all of the entities in the forest are evil, however. some simply don't care about dragons/other sentient creatures, and others actively try to help them and will even strike against the forest to do so. Arahael is one of the most prominent - and beloved - of these benevolent entities. a Guardian who was created specifically to protect others from things like the forest, and they often take those lost within it to the Collectors.

Reblog if you're a Flight Rising blog who posts (or wants to get into posting) about your lore!

Turns out I'm not the only one mourning the days when people used to lorepost more often and interact with each other about it. I must find my people again!

(Feel free to introduce your setting/what kind of stuff you write while you're at it!)

[hellsite-hall-of-ex-girlfriend]

does this hellsite have an award ceremony?

and more specifically, is there an award for "Cutest Tumblr Couple?"

i would like to formally submit my most beautiful Madame Curator and myself for this award

[trippygalaxy]

Hello hello! I just read your MoonGod!FD×SunDeity! I couldn't help myself so sorry for sliding and nerding in;;

The funfact I love the most is thag moon shines thanks to the light it gets from the sun. It makes me think of the quote how the light it gets reflects the love of the Sun

Unlike the Moon, the Sun gave more importance to their duty. When they met the Moon who've shown his admiration for them, the Sun's feeling never changed but it gave more consideration.

Despite his hair, his moonlight, that shone has been cut away, the Sun now did their duty with the Moon in their mind so may the human he admired may still find hope and their way in the darkest of night.

Speaking of humanity, the moon covers a little nowadays but the (ancient) moon acted as a second shield to the Earth's atmosphere. One of the reason of craters, which are created by the impact of asteroids and meteor.

FD was chosen to fight humans but what if it's also to protect other humans? But he is not who he originally supposed to be. What they've done to him was worse than torture... And with no one to guard the moon, it lost its former form and now can barely protect the Earth.

I love the story about the solar eclipse. Sun's grieving is so intense... If the Sun makes you go blind, then the Moon cries for them too.

Moon and ocean are often depicted as lovers because how the ocean is affected by the moon... but imagine if those were the silent cries of the Fierce Diety.

He can barely remember but the sentiments remains. The moon, part of him, his home, now unreachable. His once blue eyes thrown away to the ocean turned into the cries of ceaseless wave and his voice became the roaring wind because the sky clouded his beloved Sun.

Cyclones are an attempt of the Fierce Deity going back to his beloved.

But when there sun shines on the sea, it's calm like singing a song and reflects its lights sparkling on the water's surface like once did and forever will in the Deity's eyes.

Even if he can't see his beloved Sun again, he can still feel their warmth endlessly embracing him.

Okay, this turned rather fluffy... I don't mind if you put dosage sprinkles of angst in it.

I LITERALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE THIS AND YOU AND I NOW OWE MY LIFE TO YOU AND YOUR BEAUTIFUL BRAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DO NOT BE SORRY!!! I WELCOME YOU WITH OPEN ARMS INTO MY INBOX ANYTIME!!!!!!!!

Now, if you wish for me to grab this gift and sprinkle drown it in angst? I might be able to do that for you :3

The deity, once so joyful and calm, now is nothing more than a vengeful husk of the god he once was. He was once a protector, the shield against the emptiness of the void, the one who guided those with his light when they were shrouded in darkness, their man-made flickers into nothing but ambers. But now? Now, he painted the land he longed to walk upon red with the blood of the mortals he once protected. Now, he brings death and war with every swing of his intertwined blade.

He walked in the dull moon light, his skin prickling with bitter anger as he bathed his blood soaked form in the light.

No god had felt this much blood under their nails. No god had ever dared to harm and torture the mortals like he had. No god had ever...Avoided the sun's gaze as much as he had.

Others thought he found comfort in the night. Others found it ironic he only attacked under the gaze of his now battered and broken celestial body that hangs in the skin. Other simply thought it was a strategic war plan. But not one thought of how the deity shivered at the thought of acts he'd dared to commit under his lover's rays of light.

No matter how far his mind goes, no matter the lack of memories or emotions he looses over the years, he refuses to plan attacks under the sun's watchful eye. For he wouldn't dare slaughter the mortals the sun loved so dearly. He wouldn't dare become a monster to his Sun like he had to his mortals.

@link-or-sherlock HERES THAT ASK I WAS SCREAMING ABOUT!! /POS

[armada-megatrons-fat-tummy]

Got some writing done today! :3

[hellsite-hall-of-ex-girlfriend]

absolutely! except we do not sword fight in our Void Denny’s Parking Lot™, we simply cuddle and hug each other a lot

tis much more cozy than a sword fight

[voidendron]

here's some Mutual Pining bc I am Struggling to write the Yavin fic bc who'da thought an aro-spec trying to write his first ever slow-burn would be Difficult??? but I thought this lil scene was cute despite my troubles with it. it'll get edited in the final version ofc, but this is a sneak peak Synnda (Zabrak, he/him) is my Barsen'thor, Chakem (Miraluka, he/him) is the medic on my Grand Champion's crew

When Synnda had received his orders, and was ready to head off toward the Revanite encampment once again, he was surprised to find Chakem’s hand on his elbow, gently pulling him to the side.

“Is there something—”

“Be careful.”

And he paused.

He was rarely told that.

Often, it was said by his former Padawan as she worried for her Master. Occasionally the Council as he headed off for a dangerous task that may well get him killed.

But…that was all, really.

And yet, here was that very statement.

Synnda couldn’t see the other man’s eyes—he was Miraluka, after all—and the mask he wore to shroud his lack of them covered what expression his brows may have given away. All he could see was his lips pulled into a thin line, as if he were biting them to keep from saying any more.

But he could feel it. It was genuine concern, painting an image of brows scrunched together behind their veil.

He...didn’t understand why Chakem, of all people, would be the one to start worrying for him. He was just a medic; the Grand Champion’s medic, for that matter.

But he couldn’t say he hated it, either.

“I’m always careful.” What more could he say?

Chakem snorted and turned his face away; something in Synnda’s stomach sunk.

“I think we both know that’s not true, Master Jedi." something in the way he said it... Mocking, but in a playful sort of way; his voice dipping low, practically rumbling. Synnda didn't let himself linger on it. Not from what I’ve heard.”

“Hm.” He tucked his hands behind his back to resist the urge to turn Chakem’s face back toward him. “I am as careful as I can be.”

“That’s better.”

And when the medic smiled—a big smile full of teeth—Synnda had to take a breath and turn his own face away.

He’d never felt it before, but knew what it was. That fluttering in his stomach, the way it almost felt as though his hearts were in his throat, how hard it was not to let his eyes dance over the freckles dotting Chakem’s face, or the way he wanted to know what his lips tasted like.

Another breath. A polite bow. Not another word, and he stepped around the other man to cut toward his speeder.

It wasn’t the Jedi way.