#the void’s rambles

[lostinthe-void-666]

Random headcannon (+ other things) dump!

I have many more but this has been sitting in my drafts too long, I’ll have to make more for when those finally decide to come back to me

-The void technically doesn’t have atoms in it right? So it doesn’t have temperature? Voidwalkers can’t feel temperature.

-The Hermits all have callouses on their hands, just because of how much they all work with them

-Cleo and Doc are so strong they feel like they could crush you and not give a second thought, but they (especially cleo) are so gentle, their hugs feel very safe (gentle giants pretty much)

-I don’t ever see it, but being an admin connecting that admin to the server. Adding to that, admins having powerful magic and giving off a feeling of power around them (Xisuma’s armour muffles that feeling, it’s very ignorable)

-Also, semi-intelligent servers? I don’t know why but I find that one so fun

*deep breath* -The watchers destroyed season one. It’s the reason why they have seasons now, and also it’s why so many of the hermits from season 1 are gone, because they were taken or fell to the watchers over the years. Generik was taken by the watchers in this attack, which is why X is the admin now. The only reason the watchers haven’t been able to get to any seasons other than hermitcraft is because X is the admin, as a voidwalker, and someone with previous encounters with the watchers, the servers are much easier to hide under his guidance.

:)

-Some of the hermits love gathering little things that symbolize each of their friends

-Vampire Mumbo being so thirsty that he can’t control himself and accidentally hurts his friends. Amazing trope.

-Martyn is an honorary Hermit. He pops by from time to time to say hi

-Shapeshifter Etho, but his favorite form is an arctic fox hybrid. It’s especially funny when the other Hermits don’t know, so he can score them with various shenanigans

-One time Cub tried to map out all of the relationships between the hermits, empires, and life series members. He failed horribly.

-Stress is part fae, meaning that she is incredibly intimidating when everyone first meets her, especially when she asks someone their name.

-Scar has a few of Grian’s feathers, and he prides himself on having one of each color from his plumage and typically puts at least one in his ponytail a day, because they look really pretty

-Voidwalkers can somewhat change their form over time, but can always shift between those forms and that’s why Xisuma can look so human like but when he gets really unhealthy he can’t stay human-like anymore

[staring-at-a-blank-pagee]

reblog to come sit with me in the blanket fort while we wait for the election results. it'll be okay. you can stop doomscrolling and refreshing the live map now. everything is okay in the blanket fort.

[anomaliex]

Whenever Lou (as Fabian...or as Pinnochio) gets both positively or negatively excited he grabs at his friends (especially Ally lol) so I like to think Fabian does that too.

Whatever it is he's gonna grab someone's shoulder and shake or jump or something, especially with Kristen. I think he and Kristen actively start shoving each other. He uses the same amount of force on Gorgug but it barely moves him, so with them it's more Fabian hanging onto him and Gorgug shifting his weight around to entertain him. Fig isn't as strong as the other two but she's three times as enthusiastic so she and Fabian for sure grab each other and jump around. She happily body checks him. It never ends well for her and she keeps doing it.

Riz is too small (and weak. -2 strength is no joke he's NOT wrestle-able) so I think he picks him up and excitedly shakes or squeezes. Riz canonically does not mind being picked up by his friends so I think he fully just doesn't acknowledge it. It gets to the point where Riz just continues giving a serious report with a straight face while his pathetic bestie is holding him in his arms and squeezing him like a very big stress ball. He's also a little less rowdy with Adaine purely because his battlemaster brain goes "shit wizard don't shove the wizard" but he does pick her up and spin her around for sure (like their players in the quangle I just remembered :D)

[sickofthis666]

Quotes

"Pornography keeps sexism sexy." —John Stoltenberg 

“Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” — Margaret Atwood

“The most oppressed man finds a being to oppress, his wife: she is the proletarian of the proletarian.” — Flora Tristán.

"Misandry and misogyny cannot be compared, quite simply because the former exists only in reaction to the latter." —Pauline Harmange

[fullmoonfireball]

every1 so mean to me

[hananoami]

˗ˏˋ Hidden Achievements ˎˊ˗

Looking for more ways to earn easy diamonds? Here's a compiled list of hidden achievements you can unlock to earn diamonds and other rewards. All of them were verified personally by me. Most of them are self-explanatory and easy to obtain; others may require a bit of luck. Hopefully this will help you with your grind. Happy farming!

PROGRESS

TRAINING

I don't have these achievements yet, but 4 that I am aware of include:

EDIT: I have successfully obtained these 4 hidden achievements a week later. You can view all of the confirmation screenshots in my later post here.

Perfect Shot: Participate in Hunter's Contest with Sylus and eliminate 1000 Wanderers in total. (rewards) Personal Title: Walking, Personal Title: Destroyer

Under Control: Participate in Hunter's Contest with Xavier and eliminate 1000 Wanderers in total. (rewards) Personal Title: Professional, Personal Title: Overlord

Unstoppable: Participate in Hunter's Contest with Rafayel and eliminate 1000 Wanderers in total. (rewards) Personal Title: Impressive, Personal Title: Genius

Winning Attitude: Participate in Hunter's Contest with Zayne and eliminate 1000 Wanderers in total. (rewards) Personal Title: Promising, Personal Title: Distributor

KITTY CARDS

PLUSHIES

SPARE TIME

I play on NA servers, however, if you're playing on CN servers you can also obtain the achievement [His Name]: Say his name 10 times when using the Tete-a-Tete feature.

NOTICE: If anyone wants any tips or need guidance in unlocking any of these I can try my best to help -- just send me an ask or leave a comment below~ Signal boosting + tags list: @hunters-association - @letsgauxplay - @yashiro-arisugawa - @rose-tinted-kalopsia - @anxiousgoddest ; idr who else that said they were diamond farming to tag, but hope this helps oomfies! 💎

[qcomicsy]

I think a thing that people get wrong about Jason's anger is that it's not explosive.

It's cold. Jason isn't the type of person who storms off at every little thing or goes throwing tantrums and setting things on fire blindfully.

He's the type of person who's very practical. He keeps to himself, always. You rarely see issues where Jason's anger is reactive at the moment where the trigger happens to him. If you see his character up close, most of the time when he's triggered his reaction is calm. Even cold.

He gets triggered -> He keeps to himself → He makes a plan → And then he reacts.

Jason's anger being something explosive and out of character and out of place is actually how other people (characters) see it, because they have no idea on how it's playing out on Jason's head.

And that's a thing you can see operating since he was a child.

Where the only exceptions about this effect is either when someone he believes needs his help is involved.

See Nightwing Annual (2021)

But In Batman #411 when Jason learns the fact that Two-Face was responsible for his father's death and Bruce was keeping that from him as a secret his first reaction isn't to blow up on him.

Was to seethe.

Bruce goes up home after dealing with a Two-Face case (in my field we call that poetic irony) and asks Alfred where Jason is, Alfred's answer is that he's been sleeping all day (which is a conclusion that Alfred drew probably after going to check on Jason and seeing him in fact on his bed all day).

But when you see the next panel, even though he is on the bed, He's fully awake and both his expression and his body language shows that he's in fact angry.

This is the first time he appears again in the comics after learning that Two Face killed his dad.

Jason doesn't go towards Bruce immediately to demand an explanation or ask why he did this, or even to throw the truth on his face.

(Which could be debatable that that's something the Dick would usually do, but I'm not that literate on Dick's comics)

His reaction wasn't immediate.

His reaction was to go to his bed and stay quiet. Jason stayed calm and collected the whole trip until meeting Two Face again.

But the moment Jason as Robin has the opportunity to get his hands on Two-Face he does this

From Bruce, and maybe Alfred's perspective it could be interpreted as out of place or him storming off.

But it isn't. Jason was able to keep his cool (even though he shut off), until he was face a face to Two Face.

Does that mean he planned that to happen?

That's debatable, in any moment of this issue it is shown that Jason was actually planning to get to Two Face and do this. I my personal opinion, other and much more plausible explanation is: That he was in fact trying to keep to himself but couldn't hold back the moment that he saw his dad's murder.

You can see the same thing happening as Jason learns that Batman got another Robin in Red Hood: Lost Days.

Talia asks "You all right?" and Jason's first answer is "Sure Why Wouldn't I Be Alright?"

When he's alone he finally has the moment to break down.

(Actually both Red Hood: The lost days and Batman: Under the Red Hood are great case studies on how that usually play out on Jason's head.)

Jason is way more in control of his emotions than people ever give him credit for. The thing is that Jason holds it back until he either blows off or is capable to throw it back in someone's face.

[lackpenny]

a broken man's last effort, all for nothing

[void-mancer]

Can we just normalize coming back from the dead. I swear every time I come back from the dead there's always one person that will just not let it go. I am so tired of people throwing pans at me.

[lostinthe-void-666]

Oh my god.

So. Just finished Wels’ season 8. The ending. Oh my god the ending. See. I’ve never been normal about Wels and Xisuma as a duo before but this might’ve somehow made it worse. Oh my god. Just… them, wandering the end for what might be all of eternity. Some of the lines they said. The low-key mournful music didn’t help either.

I will not be normal after this.

[killerpancakeburger]

Imagine being a member of the Task Force who's pining after Ghost, but thinking he's not able to fall for anyone right now and may very well never be. It's fine though - you're happy with standing by his side - or at least you try to convince yourself you are. Soap has a deeper bound with him than you, but that's fine too. You would never dare to come between them. Never dare to deprive Ghost of someone he needs.

So when you see Soap in mortal peril, you don't even need to think about it. You shove him out of the way and take the bullet/knife meant for him. You survive, but barely. All is well.

Or so you think, until Ghost barges into your hospital room and rips into you. His fury is equal to the feelings you made him go through: resentment for throwing your life away so casually, fear of losing you, and the helplessness of being unable to save you.

All this time you’ve been convinced that he'd be happier with Soap alive, even if it meant you dead, so you're utterly confused in front of his rage.

[ace7librarian]

Of course you have a weird relationship that might include a Deal™ and a lot of homoerotic tension with an eldritch being. And pronouns.

[splynter]

Okay but like

In the lost pages of Journal 3 Ford mentions Bill disappearing for weeks or months at a time, which is kinda interesting to me

There are two ways we could interpret this.

1, is that these gaps in conversation were deliberate manipulation tactics planned by Bill. To leave long enough for Ford to feel worried and want him back. This does backfire a little when Ford has that jealousy outburst and accuses Bill of having other people to inspire. (Which is like. Ford are you hearing yourself-)

But ultimately the absences Bill leaves does more harm than good for Bill’s plans. I think if he was around MORE then Ford would’ve definitely become WAYYY more attached to him

Which is why there’s a second interpretation I have that I really like

2, the idea that Bill just. Lost track of time a lot between being Ford’s muse and doing other shit in the nightmare dimension. For one thing, Bill is canonically millions of years old in the context of Earth. He’s lived through so much time that it would be understandable if he didn’t quite grasp how much time he spent away from Ford. In the grand scheme of things Ford was only a blip in time compared to everything Bill lived through, what’s a few weeks amongst eternity?

Not to mention the Book of Bill confirms that Bill canonically dissociates, and it’s very common to lose chunks of time with dissociation. What if he dipped out of his consciousness in the times where he wasn’t with Ford? We don’t have any idea what Bill was doing between Ford visits. It’s so interesting to speculate

What if Bill still thought Ford was okay with him because he didn’t realize how long he was gone?

[always-a-king-or-queen]

The ache will go away, eventually. 

That was what the Professor told them, the day they got back. When they tumbled from the wardrobe in a heap of tangled limbs, and found that the world had been torn from under their feet with all the kindness of a serpent. 

They picked themselves off of the floorboards with smiles plastered on child faces, and sat with the Professor in his study drinking cup after cup of tea. 

But the smiles were fake. The tea was like ash on their tongues. And when they went to bed that night, none of them could sleep in beds that were too foreign, in bodies that had not been their own for years. Instead they grouped into one room and sat on the floor and whispered, late into the night. 

When morning came, Mrs. Macready discovered the four of them asleep in Peter and Edmund’s bedroom, tangled in a heap of pillows and blankets with their arms looped across one another. They woke a few moments after her entry and seemed confused, lost even, staring around the room with pale faces, eyes raking over each framed painting on the wall and across every bit of furniture as if it was foreign to them. “Come to breakfast,” Mrs. Macready said as she turned to go, but inside she wondered. 

For the children’s faces had held the same sadness that she saw sometimes in the Professor’s. A yearning, a shock, a numbness, as if their very hearts had been ripped from their chests.

At breakfast Lucy sat huddled between her brothers, wrapped in a shawl that was much too big for her as she warmed her hands around a mug of hot chocolate. Edmund fidgeted in his seat and kept reaching up to his hair as if to feel for something that was no longer there. Susan pushed her food idly around on her plate with her fork and hummed a strange melody under her breath. And Peter folded his hands beneath his chin and stared at the wall with eyes that seemed much too old for his face. 

It chilled Mrs. Macready to see their silence, their strangeness, when only yesterday they had been running all over the house, pounding through the halls, shouting and laughing in the bedrooms. It was as if something, something terrible and mysterious and lengthy, had occurred yesterday, but surely that could not be. 

She remarked upon it to the Professor, but he only smiled sadly at her and shook his head. “They’ll be all right,” he said, but she wasn’t so sure. 

They seemed so lost. 

Lucy disappeared into one of the rooms later that day, a room that Mrs. Macready knew was bare save for an old wardrobe of the professor’s. She couldn’t imagine what the child would want to go in there for, but children were strange and perhaps she was just playing some game. When Lucy came out again a few minutes later, sobbing and stumbling back down the hall with her hair askew, Mrs. Macready tried to console her, but Lucy found no comfort in her arms. “It wasn’t there,” she kept saying, inconsolable, and wouldn’t stop crying until her siblings came and gathered her in their arms and said in soothing voices, “Perhaps we’ll go back someday, Lu.” 

Go back where, Mrs. Macready wondered? She stepped into the room Lucy had been in later on in the evening and looked around, but there was nothing but dust and an empty space where coats used to hang in the wardrobe. The children must have taken them recently and forgotten to return them, not that it really mattered. They were so old and musty and the Professor had probably forgotten them long ago. But what could have made the child cry so? Try as she might, Mrs. Macready could find no answer, and she left the room dissatisfied and covered in dust. 

Lucy and Edmund and Peter and Susan took tea in the Professor’s room again that night, and the next, and the next, and the next. They slept in Peter and Edmund’s room, then Susan and Lucy’s, then Peter and Edmund’s again and so on, swapping every night till Mrs. Macready wondered how they could possibly get any sleep. The floor couldn’t be comfortable, but it was where she found them, morning after morning. 

Each morning they looked sadder than before, and breakfast was silent. Each afternoon Lucy went into the room with the wardrobe, carrying a little lion figurine Edmund had carved her, and came out crying a little while later. And then one day she didn’t, and went wandering in the woods and fields around the Professor’s house instead. She came back with grassy fingers and a scratch on one cheek and a crown of flowers on her head, but she seemed content. Happy, even. Mrs. Macready heard her singing to herself in a language she’d never heard before as Lucy skipped past her in the hall, leaving flower petals on the floor in her wake. Mrs. Macready couldn’t bring herself to tell the child to pick them up, and instead just left them where they were. 

More days and nights went by. One day it was Peter who went into the room with the wardrobe, bringing with him an old cloak of the Professor’s, and he was gone for quite a while. Thirty or forty minutes, Mrs. Macready would guess. When he came out, his shoulders were straighter and his chin lifted higher, but tears were dried upon his cheeks and his eyes were frightening. Noble and fierce, like the eyes of a king. The cloak still hung about his shoulders and made him seem almost like an adult. 

Peter never went into the wardrobe room again, but Susan did, a few weeks later. She took a dried flower crown inside with her and sat in there at least an hour, and when she came out her hair was so elaborately braided that Mrs. Macready wondered where on earth she had learned it. The flower crown was perched atop her head as she went back down the hall, and she walked so gracefully that she seemed to be floating on the air itself. In spite of her red eyes, she smiled, and seemed content to wander the mansion afterwards, reading or sketching or making delicate jewelry out of little pebbles and dried flowers Lucy brought her from the woods. 

More weeks went by. The children still took tea in the Professor’s study on occasion, but not as often as before. Lucy now went on her daily walks outdoors, and sometimes Peter or Susan, or both of them at once, accompanied her. Edmund stayed upstairs for the most part, reading or writing, keeping quiet and looking paler and sadder by the day. 

Finally he, too, went into the wardrobe room. 

He stayed for hours, hours upon hours. He took nothing in save for a wooden sword he had carved from a stick Lucy brought him from outside, and he didn’t come out again. The shadows lengthened across the hall and the sun sank lower in the sky and finally Mrs. Macready made herself speak quietly to Peter as the boy came out of the Professor’s study. “Your brother has been gone for hours,” she told him crisply, but she was privately alarmed, because Peter’s face shifted into panic and he disappeared upstairs without a word. 

Mrs. Macready followed him silently after around thirty minutes and pressed an ear to the door of the wardrobe room. Voices drifted from beyond. Edmund’s and Peter’s, yes, but she could also hear the soft tones of Lucy and Susan. 

“Why did he send us back?” Edmund was saying. It sounded as if he had been crying.  

Mrs. Macready couldn’t catch the answer, but when the siblings trickled out of the room an hour later, Edmund’s wooden sword was missing, and the flower crown Susan had been wearing lately was gone, and Peter no longer had his old cloak, and Lucy wasn’t carrying her lion figurine, and the four of them had clasped hands and sad, but smiling, faces. 

Mrs. Macready slipped into the room once they were gone and opened the wardrobe, and there at the bottom were the sword and the crown and the cloak and the lion. An offering of sorts, almost, or perhaps just items left there for future use, for whenever they next went into the wardrobe room.  

But they never did, and one day they were gone for good, off home, and the mansion was silent again. And it had been a long time since that morning that Mrs. Macready had found them all piled together in one bedroom, but ever since then they hadn’t quite been children, and she wanted to know why.

She climbed the steps again to the floor of the house where the old wardrobe was, and then went into the room and crossed the floor to the opposite wall. 

When she pulled the wardrobe door open, the four items the Pevensie children had left inside of it were missing. 

And just for a moment, it seemed to her that a cool gust of air brushed her face, coming from the darkness beyond where the missing coats used to hang.

[sickofthis666]

Thinking about the gay panic law in america. Homophobia aside, it's just so insane to think about when you’re a woman.

I mean, women are supposed to deal with sexual harassment and sexual assault our whole life, like it's part of our job (one we didn’t sign up for). And suddenly you're telling me that there is an actual fucking law allowing men to lose their shit, to use violence in self defense when they get sexually harassed and sexually assaulted themselves? When the tables are turned on them?

Can you even imagine women being allowed this level of leniency and self preservation? To be legally authorized to use violence and even lethal force again a man because he made sexual advances to you that you didn’t want? That made you fear for your life?

If anything women doing this would be more legitimate because a man has more chances to physically defend himself successfully against another man, while it's not the case for women against men.

Men know about sa and sh. They know how much it sucks. They just don't think it matters when it happens to a woman, or that women were put on this earth to endure it.

[fullmoonfireball]

i dont care about this video but im a big fan of its thumbnail