#this isnt just me screaming into the void this time

[anxiously-going]

I am feeling deeply sad in a very vague way and I don't know which of my mental health conditions has brought this on which is very frustrating because I don't know what to do about it.

[soulfire-of-void]

i wish i knew how to sew plushies (and what materials to get and where to get them and how to translate flat fabric to a 3D form and and and-)

i have multiple characters that i love dearly and want plushies of but none of the existing ones look good to me-

[belladonnafleur]

I hate people with dreams because I wish I could give up mine !!

[minijenn]

Anyway sorry for the random rambling on here tonight Im gonna try and make more of an effort to be active on here again even if i really am just screaming into the void most of the time

[nellectronic]

i don’t want to do this i don’t want to do this i don’t w

[pinkopaqued]

outside of the gifsets in my queue i may be a bit quiet for a bit the vibes r just. Off

[cripple-cat]

cannot fucking handle these waterbugs im gonna kill myself

[21ozofpiss]

personal stuff in tags

[queeranddepraved]

So irl i use they/them pronouns for myself and i hung out with a friend tonight who also uses they/them pronouns, and we were talking about some wild ass things we got up to in college (🥴 crazy times) and I was talking about a mutual friend we have who also goes by they/them pronouns. And 🤦🤦🤦 this never happens, so I think it was because i was talking about them from a time before they came out (not an excuse just what I think my brain was doing idk 😭) but I accidentally misgendered them while talking to my other friend. 😭 obviously I very quickly corrected myself and moved on and didn't make a big deal about it. And everything was okay after. But like fuck fuck fuck my brain is gonna be a dick about me making that mistake. So frustrated with myself.

[leonsmain]

been thinking a lot about what i’d do with the rest of my life if money wasn’t an object

[ziocio]

So about the tail and floating in endless nothingness thing.

EDIT - IM POSTING A THEORY/RAMBLE IN READ MORE

ITS RELATED TO THE DRAWING

Click if you dare.

So you clicked.

Inhales...

OK. SO WE ALL KNOW ABOUT SOAP'S PHONE CORRECT?...

Now you see, in case you didn't notice, Soap deleted a photo of Microphone, going to the gallery where already deleted images get sent.

Now, those deleted images don't get deleted right away! They permanently get deleted 30 days after the initial deletion.

So obviously, Cobs deleting the contestants doesn't remove them straight away!

But then there's the tail story from Bow.

Bow wasn't deleted! She just died at the same time as Mephone4! Bow managed to come back due to not being apart of MeLife when Mephone4 came back. But she still in a way is connected to MePhone (refer to her shimmer screaming)

All of the contestants and creations Mephone4 created are connected to him. She is in no way different, floating in an endless abyss of nothingness.

This endless abyss is likely to be Mephone4's network or code!

It's the place where the Shimmer and Mephone code overlap.

Knowing how Shimmer is a highly powerful organic life source of light, who's to say that light cannot be projected again? Bow must've found something while in the code, something that resonated within her. Something that allowed Mephone4 to bring contestants to life.

This allows her to come back from death as a ghost. But what?..

It's definitely something related to the shimmers. May it be the lost Shimmer or something deeper.

Now, as for the deleted contestants.

With the context of Soap's phone, I don't think they would be in the main network anymore.

MephoneX deleting them sends them into a separate network than the creation network, where they're timed for deletion. Like a regular phone.

When Toilet unplugged the Me device, MeLife shuts down. But yknow what the Cloud is?..

That's the void!!!

It's a failsafe! It's not MECLOUD the place!! It's where it saves backups!

Perhaps Bow is a backup!!

If Bow WASNT a backup, she wouldn't be here.

ITS BACKUPS!!! THATS WHAT HAPPENED!

The moment the plug is pulled, everything is removed. But there's always backups.

If I'm not an idiot, this could include upcoming deletions.

So all the survivors of II17 (before the plug getting pulled) have a CHANCE to live!

They weren't directly sent into the deletion folder. Because the system backs them up on the software!!

The backups is what let Bow come back!!

Not completely, as she's a ghost. BUT, SINCE SHES A GHOST SHES MADE OF FULL LIGHT.

Light? As if she were like THE SHIMMERS.

Bow as a ghost isn't ELECTRONIC ANYMORE. BECAUSE SHE ISNT APART OF MELIFE!!

MEPHONE'S SHIMMER SIDE LITERALLY GAVE HER LIFE AS A GHOST!!! THATS WHY SHE CANT BE DELETED!!!!

So all the backups who didn't get X'd can ALSO return as ghosts if they know the tail method or just get lucky!

Something like that!!!

ITS THE SHIMMERS POWER WITHIN MEPHONE'S NETWORK THAT HELPED THEM SURVIVE!!!!

I assume in II18, the deleted contestants CAN be saved.

It's just a battle against the clock and Cobs.

But saving them won't make them real.

The shimmers power makes them real, not the mephone power.

I am so tired

[kingshovelbug]

im sorry but i need to geek out somewhere and screaming into the void on tumblr is less likely to get me flayed than on twitter, especially if i get terms wrong. plus i can do a read more and yall can click into the tech talk if you want to verse it bombarding your twitter timelines

so idk if i only liked it or if i actually put it in my queue but i saw a post that talked about a few pieces of tech that focus on user repairs and being sustainable (fairphone and frameworks laptop) and after doing some more research into what they have to offer i actually really excited that these products are finely hitting the us market and that people are moving away from the belief that super smooth streamlined glassy = the future. being able to reliably repair and keep what you have alive verse throwing the whole thing away when maybe all you needed to do is add more ram to your current laptop (something that i would do with my laptop to keep using it for a few more years if it wasnt glued shut and i was at risk of cracking the screen) or swap out a fuse.

i know big corporations dont like it but i truly do believe with how much tech we use on a daily basis that the way that we are going to be more environmentally friendly is to move back to tech that we can hang onto for as long as we can and to recycle and then reuse what we cant. like with the frameworks laptop. i saw that they just partnered with coolermaster to create a case specifically so that you can reuse you motherboard, cpu, etc and make a portable workstation. you could dual wield with the laptop you just upgraded if you want to dedicate specific tasks to one or the other. they also specifically mentioned that you could screw it into the back of a monitor and create your own all in one. guys thats cool as shit??? if you had a 3d printer and some time you could even create that yourself

on top of the actual hardware part moving to open source programs when your able. when i update my desktop i plan on running linux. it might have a learning curve compared to windows but in terms of performance??? ive heard that it runs smoother even on older machines, that its more efficient because isnt running stuff in the background that tracks your data and shit. now i understand that not everyone can do that because there are some programs that dont play nice with linux but for my needs at least it does everything i would need it to. and maybe a couple years down the road we do figure out how to run these programs on certain flavors of linux since its open source and people fiddle with it so much. (still looking for alternatives to like word and excel though, i use google docs since its free but i want to move away from them as much as i can too since they laid of their youtube music team (i believe?? it might of been a different branch) for trying to unionize)

if anyone knows of any other smaller companies that actually focus on sustainability and user repairability please let me know. theres certain pieces of tech that i think are now unfortunately behind a software repair paywall, things that used to be just machines and are gaining more bells and whistles like cars and refrigerators if that makes sense. but the more we push for these things to be repairable by us the consumers id hope that would change, or there would at least be options that dont need specific companies to repair them or else they blow up

[salmonwentmissing]

Here's a little klance idea:

Lance sets up a blog in the early times of Voltron with the help of Coran, and during his time he writes pretty personal stuff on it and posts it into the void. He's got like 33 followers, which isnt a lot but its nice to have his thoughts heard.

At some point during dinner, Allura talks about their reach w the coalition, and he lets it slip that he blogs and maybe that will help to boost the reach, and when Allura asks how many followers he has, he says just that. 33.

Hunk and the gang gets nosy and searches it up to read, and Allura stops dead in the tracks.

"Lance this isn't 33 followers." He's like "Yeah it is? Obviously it's 33, maybe 3 'cause why are there decimals to the number? They don't comment so it's pretty useless."

"No this isn't 33. It's 3 point 3."

"What, people?"

"Billions."

Everyone goes quiet, all staring at Lance until Hunk screams. "BILLIONS?!"

"Is THAT what that altean sign is?!" Lance gasps and points to the billion sign in altean.

Coran enters, learns about the blog and follower numbers, and just goes "Great job! You did better than I expected!"

Allura is astonished and crosschecking the reach between Lances stupid blog and the coalition's own numbers.

"You're double our numbers!" She gasps.

Hunk and Pidge are rummaging through his blog, looking for info and crumbs and embarrasments.

Keith is being silent and not looking into it, only eating his dinner while eyeing everyone else.

"You honestly thought you only had 33 followers?" He asks.

"Well duh! Nobody left comments and were silent, so ofc course I didn't think there were many."

"Well that's because I put your blog on locked comments, just in case you get space haters." Coran commented.

Aha, they all thought to themselves.

Lance only now remembered how personal some of his posts were, and immediately grabbed his phone to delete certain posts.

Ofc Hunk catches on, looks over his shoulder and yells out the names of the posts, one of them being "Mullet". Keith looks at him, finally.

"Really? You trashtalked me on your blog? That's low, even for you."

Lance is pretty flustered by this, but tries to spit back.

Turns out, Keith had been one of his first followers and already knew about all this. Was he good at being supportive in any way with words? No, absolutely not. Had he screenshotted the blogpost about him and kept a printed version of it under his bed?

Maybe.

[definitelynotshouting]

may i interest you in some scarian makeouts

Listen. We were all thinking it when Grian was screaming to Scar about starting resistances. Also technically this isnt even finished bc i wanted to put a proper opener on it before posting but,, i have unfortunately been too busy to sit down and write so i am throwing this into the void as is like meat pumpkins in the scarian enclosure. Mwah mwah please enjoy the food my fellow soldiers

"Scar, if you don't do something right now, I'm gonna start a resistance," Grian snaps. There's a tightness in his chest begging for release, to snap the building tension with the thunderous clap of TNT. The look he aims at Scar is nothing short of pleading, begging for some kind of intervention.

Scar, for his part, looks startled. "Um—" he stammers, eyes flicking over Grian helplessly.

Unfortunately, Grian doesn't have time for helplessness. "Scar, do something!"

"Do what?" Scar yelps in return; he's clearly out of his depth, fumbling for his bow and dropping it to the ground with a nervous clatter. "What do you— Grian, I don't even know what you want me to do here—"

"Just stop me before I do something I'm gonna regret!" Grian says desperately, and suddenly, a familiar glint flickers to life in Scar's eyes.

It's the bad idea glint. The I'm about to make this situation worse, glint. The I'm going to steal the enchanter, I'm going to run for mayor, I'm going to strip everyone's copper glint. Grian can't truly say he's surprised to see it.

But Scar only snaps his fingers. "Okay, okay, I've got it! You just— um. You— you know what, you just stay there, I'll come to you."

And before Grian can even process whatever that means, Scar is pacing forward, closing the distance between them with rapid, ground-eating strides. All thoughts of royal emeralds and resistances slide right out of Grian's head as Scar crowds into his personal space.

"Uh, Scar," Grian says, suddenly breathless for quite a few reasons, "um. Whatcha doing?"

"Distracting you!" Scar replies with far too much cheerful menace, then grabs Grian by the collar and reels him in for a kiss.

It's such an abrupt motion that Grian flinches before they can make contact, an electric shock running up his spine. But Scar chases that distance like a hunting hound, both hands coming up to frame Grian's face and hold him still— and then his lips are catching against Grian's, wind-chapped and gentle. Insistent. A warm, solid slide against his own, languidly coaxing them open. 

Another thrill of electricity runs through him, and after a moment's hesitation, Grian leans into it, eyes sliding shut as Scar's teeth catch briefly on his bottom lip. He's already fumbling for purchase— his hands flutter, trailing over Scar's arms before climbing to his shoulders, wreathing into his hair, and—

Grian tugs, just a bit too mean, and Scar's shocked hiss falls directly between Grian's teeth. If Scar wants to turn this into a distraction, he'll play along— but Grian's not going to make it easy for him.

"Oh, you are gonna get it for that, mister," Scar murmurs against his mouth, muffled and low, sweet as buckwheat honey. Grian shudders; every point of contact between them is kindling into a fire, spreading light and heat through his veins. He's swimming in it, crystalizing from the inside out, nothing but an empty, weightless cloud inside his mind. Scar's hands slide from his jaw to thread in his hair, and without warning, his head is gently tilted to the side.

Grian sucks in a sharp breath as Scar leans down and folds a delicate kiss into the triangle of skin between his jaw and ear. When he pulls back, the ghost of a breath fans cool air across it, wringing another shiver out of Grian's spine.

Scar leans down again; this time the kiss he presses to Grian's neck is not delicate. Instead, it's borders on a bite, nipping at sensitive skin until it begins to redden. Scar drags his tongue flat against what's no doubt a blossoming bruise, and Grian exhales in soft, trembling huffs that paint the air around them. Eyes closed, lips parted, a hazy glow curling beneath his sternum: Scar peppers his neck in kisses and bites, none quite as hard as the first, but intense nonetheless.

Finally, Scar dips to press one last, chaste kiss against his neck before pulling back and catching his lips once more. It's a faster slide this time, more demanding; Grian melts into it, curling his hands further into Scar's hair, cupping the back of his head to pull him closer. Scar's body is one warm line against him, an arm wrapping around his waist and pulling him close, even closer than they'd already been before. If this is drowning, Grian thinks, then he'll gladly welcome the floodwaters. If kissing Scar makes him this deliriously lightheaded, Grian will drown as many times as he's allowed.

Eventually, the pace slows. Scar swipes a thumb against his cheek, breaking the kiss only to dive back in for another, shorter one. And again. Again. Grian hums absently, a tuneless, crackling note that catches in his throat as the kisses between them taper off into gentle pecks, a closeness neither of them want to fracture.

It ends with both of their foreheads pressed together, breathing the same air, lips red and kiss-swollen. Grian licks his absently; they tingle, gently bruised, and the noise that trickles out of his throat without permission sounds wrecked.

"Good distraction?" Scar mutters absently. The hand around his waist has abandoned its post in favour of stroking Grian's hair. It's a soothing, lulling motion, and Grian fights the hypnotic rhythm of it.

"Distraction?" he manages to rasp after a moment.

A beat. Then Scar giggles, a bright, soap-bubble sound that floats in the sunshine around them. "Well, that sounds like a pretty good review of the Goodtimes Distraction Services to me," he says, and pulls away with visible reluctance. His eyes crinkle at the corners; he looks fond. "You need anymore resisting against resistances, you know where to find me."

Grian lets him go with a shiver and a dirty look for the cool air that rushes in between them. Despite the chill, though, he feels warmed through. "Yeah," he says, lifting one hand to touch the mark high on his neck. It throbs; he presses down just to feel it. "Yeah, I guess I do. Tha— is it weird to say thanks, Scar?"

"Only if you don't buy me dinner on the first date," Scar replies breezily, and Grian chokes on a laugh.

"I'll write that down," he says dryly, and joins Scar as he meanders back toward Scarland's Main Street, all thoughts of resisting far behind him.

[shygirl4991]

Mario's Mysteries (Cause im weak)

So it begins ready everyone its show time and i think we are the main characters. Spoilers Theory (at end) and thought of episode

The first show is here and our stars is SMG4 and Mario while i love the idea of tarot cards movie/TV posters work.

seems that whatever the Adware is doing is increasing negative traits of our heroes, I mean we know how scary SMG4 can be when mad but what gets me is the font color i could be over thinking it but usually when Four is feeling intense emotions his text isn't so dark

another show on how this program is increasing SMG4 aggression mostly at Mario, we know that they are best friends but even so Mario can be a bit much making the crew feel irritated at him. This episode seems to really make Four want Mario dead even tho we know if Mario dies the world ends.

Hell yeah its TV time lets dance as puzzle vision isnt brainwashing us at all! You can see at the end of the song Meggy, Tari, clench, and SMG3 are in the void screaming with Bob missing. Given we dont see bob in the weird TV break maybe bob is the next actor for our line up?

THIS BITCH LOOKED AT US HE KNOWS WE ARE TRYING TO FIGURE HIS SHIT OUT!! Guys i have many emotions from this the adware knows we are watching it makes me wonder if the movie will have to do with us, since he is doing it for the entertainment and he was the one that gave us control of wotfi 2023 from the looks of the room we were in at the end. Im just screaming

we are still in the basement we never left we are still there arent we? Is Puzzle vision making the crew see themself in a show but in fact they are being puppets to put on a show for our entertainment?

so we get a link and are able to rate the episode every go check it out and rate this might be important like wotfi lets just hope its not a trap from the adware. I put the link on the photo if you guys haven't left a rating! Alright everyone i now take my break im thinking of taking a week off so i might be back for next episode idk but i will see you guys next time later!!!

Theory The adware knows we are watching it makes me wonder if the movie will have to do with us, since he is doing it for the entertainment and he was the one that gave us control of wotfi 2023 from the looks of the room we were in at the end. So it makes me wonder if he is using us to power up with the rating system and shit since he is TV and his power is all about entertainment what if us giving the love makes Four loose his channel at the end and Four learns that losing his channel he still has his friends and together can beat the adware that be good growth for four and helps three see that the two of them are equals and are friends since he has doubts given how famous four is. Another thought also what if the only way to beat puzzle vision is THE PERFECT VIDEO!!! it has three and four meme powers in it and it wasn't touched by the adware and it's still there in the hole with peach castle. What if the final fight takes them there and three finds it or four. what if the channel then becomes SMG3 and 4 channel and they together run it! another thought im thinking smg3 has to be the one to break free he has been main focus and not to mention three doesn't belong here, he is the king of the graveyard he was never meant to be a character here but we the viewers broke that rule by getting the good ending maybe by getting that good ending we gave the crew a better fighting chance given Three is a stronger guardian since its shown how three uses his powers so causal without a second thought

[qin-qin16]

Pls write anything about genomare,, thus isnt sour sour HATES bloodmooon!!!! But im not sour so ummm pretty please

[BloodMoon, toxic relationship (is this a relationship at all?), dehumanization, angst…]

The emptiness that he had been cursed to endure was a luxury compared to his new confinement; Geno could at least walk, panting, limping toward the saving screen, but now? His ankle was shackled to a heavy metal chain, restricting any movement within the cramped cubicle that was his cage.

And no matter how soft the sheets and blankets were beneath him, Geno could feel his bones aching for the cold void, uncomfortable beneath so many layers and different fabrics. It was agonizing; there was no comfort to be found, even though his cell was adorned with trivial decorations, gifts from his captor.

What was supposed to be beautiful appeared grotesque to Geno.

“I see you’re awake, little bird.” Voices overlapped, merging into a low chorus that tore through his skull; a reminiscent of the knife that had once slid across his ribs. “Let me hear your beautiful song.”

There was no voice left to sing. What were once pearly vertebrae, unmarked by injury, were now marred by black burns, forever stained by the tar that dripped from Nightmare — the new master of his consciousness.

Something coiled around his throat — it was gentle, exploratory, as if it were careful not to further injure his fragile bones. Whatever it was, it dripped down his body and clothes like oil.

“Please, little bird.” The sight of Nightmare’s condescending smile was enough for Geno to realize this wasn’t a request. His owner didn’t make requests.

The only warning was the slow tightening of the black appendage, coiling tighter like a viper around his neck - and as always, Geno obeyed the command of the creature that had caged him, humming hoarsely and softly, his voice vibrating against Nightmare's tentacle.

For the time being, that was enough to comfort the guardian; so possessive of his little bird that he was the only one permitted to hear Geno's beautiful humming — until he alone remembered how divine that voice was.

Until even Geno forgot how tormented his screams had been when he dared to defy Nightmare just once.

@what-have-i-unleashed I will tag you in all my evil writing >:3