#voidbeings

[fungal-wastes-my-beloved]

one wonders how many times the pale king's experiments failed... countless, probably. but, these kingsmoulds seem to have been stable untill recently...

[| part 1 | part 2 | part 3 |]

[doomdays]

viktor's been lied to his entire life ---  mostly,  about who he is,  what he's capable of,  and what his purpose is.  because of the lies,  he was never able to truly be himself,  never had the opportunity to figure out who he was or who he could be.  it left him stalemating for too long,  and no matter how hard he worked to remove himself from the home that was once a cage or the family that once made him feel so small,  he could never truly go anywhere.  he was just stuck in midocracy --- because of a lie. 

it's different now;  30 years old and he thinks that maybe,  he's finally getting to know himself,  to be the person that his father never wanted him to be   (  and more than that,  too,  because he's doing everything he can to be more than just a weapon of destruction,  but someone who does the right thing,  as much as he can.  )

@voidbeings said, "everyone lies a little. i lie."

❝  some lies are a lot different than others,  ❞   he says,  speaking quietly and still avoiding eye contact.   ❝  there are lies to spare people's feelings---  okay,  i get that. ❞   he's done that before,  more recently too,  because as much as his siblings are trying to be better than before,  there's still a part of him that will always feel like he's on the outside not knowing where to fit --- and that means still keeping his guard up.  ❝  and there are lies that can actually change people's lives. ❞   despite how much he's been hurt from that, he's not innocent, either.   his fingers tug at the sleeves of his jacket,  pulling them over his palms as he shrugs his shoulders;  it's a habit,  but for the first time in his life,  he's not trying to make himself any smaller.   ❝  sometimes it feels like the lies told to protect someone only ever hurt them in the end, too.  right?  ❞  

[mythous]

" do you know the trouble you’ve caused me ? " @voidbeings // memes. // always accepting

HE  CAN  FEEL  THE  THROB  OF  A  HEADACHE   pulsing  behind  his  eye  sockets,  and  there’s  really  nothing  he’d  rather  do  in  this  moment  than  get  the  hell  out  of  here.   frank  has  a  job  to  do,   after  all,  and  it’s  not  gonna  get  done  trading  words  on  the  street  (  and  really  —   he  shouldn’t  spend  so much  time  out  in  the  open  in  the  first  place  ).   he  shrugs  with  an  accompanying  sigh,  like  the  prospect  of  this  conversation  is  already  exhausting.  

❝  something tells me  you’re  about  to  enlighten  me.    ❞     there’s  laughter  coating  his  words,   but  it’s  not  really  the  kind  that  tells  of  amusement.   arms  cross  over  his  chest,   brows  raised   —   impatience  tucked  in  the  lines  of  his  face.   the  sooner  they  get  through  this,   the  better.   

one  hand  disentangles  itself  from  the  crook  of  his  other  arm,  extends  out,  fingers  curving  as  if  to  say   well?  let’s  hear  it  then.  it’s  not  like  frank  makes  a  habit  of  hearing  everyone’s  grievances,   but  this  one  doesn’t  seem  likely  to  shut  up  anytime  soon.   ❝  you  might’ve  heard  that  trouble  kinda  comes  with  the  territory.  ❞

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

LIKED : late night starter / @voidbeings

feat. minho w/ gally.

               he’s   back,   but   he’s   alone.      out   of   breath,   he   falls   onto   the   grass   on   his   hands   and   knees.      when   a   shadow   blocks   the   sun,   he   looks   up   to   see   gally.      minho   doesn’t   speak,   he   just   shakes   his   head.      the   kid   he’d   gone   in   with   wasn’t   with   him,   that   said   enough.      the   maze   had   changed,   and   his   partner   had   been   too   far   behind.      they   all   know   that   no   one   survives   a   night   in   the   maze.      ❝   it   was   stupid.   ❞      finally   he   manages   to   speak.      ❝   we   split   up.      i   knew   we   shouldn’t   have.      he   was   just…      too   late   to   the   rendezvous   point,   and   the   maze   changed.      he   ran   as   hard   as   he   could   but   he   got   trapped.      so…      we’re   down   a   runner.   ❞

[kenasakis]

“𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚜.”

Aria's lips curl into a sly smirk as she listens, her gaze following the woman's every movement. She reclines slightly in her seat, exuding an air of confidence that very few could match. Her fingers tap playfully on the armrest, a sign that she is in a rather good mood.

"Well, well, you're catching on," Aria replies, her voice a low and commanding purr. "In my world, favors are like currency - debts always come due, and I always collect." Her gaze narrows slightly, but a small smile plays at her lips. It's all an act, nothing more, and nothing less. Aria knows who she's dealing with, and she knows threats are not necessary. "Favors, debts, they're all part of the dance in this cutthroat galaxy. And I must say, you've been a delightful partner in this little tango."

Her mind plays through their history together, recalling the various times she and @voidbeings had collaborated and the occasional mischief they had caused side by side. It is true; they were on good terms, and she enjoyed their camaraderie.

"But let's not forget," she continues, leaning closer with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "while I may let you slide on a few things, don't think for a second that I won't remember when the time comes." She gestures for a drink to be brought, watching with nonchalance as an Asari leaves her post in a flurry of leather. "You're lucky," she adds, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone, "not everyone gets away with owing me. Keep being useful, and who knows? Maybe I'll even consider granting you a few more 'get-out-of-jail-free' cards."

[murkyhazed-hasmoved]

@voidbeings​​    ♡   →   michonne w/ olive.

               ❝   and   you   think   you   can   find   where   it’s   hidden?   ❞      michonne   questions,   staring   at   the   weapons   locker.      they   could   USE   those   weapons,   but   they   needed   a   key.      it   wasn’t   the   kind   of   lock   that   could   be   busted   open,   otherwise   she   would’ve   done   that   already.      ❝   whoever   this   guy   was,   he   CLEARLY   wanted   to   keep   his   stuff   safe.      sure   as   hell   wouldn’t   leave   a   NOTE   for   anyone   to   find.   ❞      gaze   shifts   to   the   decaying   body   in   the   corner   of   the   room.

[cybrsweet]

@voidbeings​ sent: " it’s nice to know you have my back. " / from v

｡･*･ﾟ*･ﾟ🍒                 A twinge of warmth flows through her, the knowledge she has become yet another safe space for someone feels so nice. She’s wanted that since she was young, to make people feel safe, like someone would understand them or at the very least listen to them and try to understand them. Whatever had happened after the most recent job V was on, the look she saw in the other’s eyes, it was recognizable grief and pain Cherry herself had felt. And when people came asking, and knocking at Lizzie’s door for answers she simply closed it. It was a safe house in ways for the reason she could do that and not recieve backlash. Her lips curled into a gentle smile before she spoke.  ❝Sometimes all it takes is recognizing a feeling behind someone’s eyes to see you’re more on the same page than you thought. ❞ 

[treasher]

@voidbeings        →        FROM  OLIVE  MAGADORA   :        prompt ↳          “ where did you get that? who gave it to you? ”

❛ ❛        oh    what          ..   ..   ..          this    old    thing        ?        ❜ ❜

daphne    brandished    the    history - stained    parchment,        the    missing    piece    to    their    puzzle.            what    was    it    with    pirates    ripping    up    their    maps        &        leaving    pieces    in    different    locations    around    the    globe        ?        made    their    jobs    that    little    bit    harder          ---          but    boy    did    she    love    her    job.            the    blonde    gave    the    rolled    up    paper    a    little    wiggle    before    throwing    herself    upon    the    nearest    chair,        legs    crossed.

❛ ❛        well,        you    see,        i    asked    nicely    for    it        &        he    just    gave    it    to    me.        ❜ ❜               that    was    bending    the    truth,        to    say    the    least.            there    had    been    a    slight    scuffle,        but    daphne    came    out    the    victor.            she    always    won.            uncrossing    her    legs    she    rested    her    elbows    on    her    knees,        nodding    toward    the    fellow    adventurers    bag          ---          that    protected    what    daphne    had    came    here    for.

❛ ❛        i’ll    show    you    mine,        if    you    show    me    yours.        ❜ ❜