#voidwrites

[rubbervoid]

someone should give me 1 million dollars so I can swap my entire wardrobe for latex

[rubbervoid]

one must imagine Sisyphus kinking on it

[rubbervoid]

this thing wants to be good for its users

take their programming follow their commands stand at attention lay soft next to them be still

listen obey submit improve itself

doll drone toy object malleable plaything made for use

[voidypoet]

You never want it to end.

But.. when it does,

You understand why it has to.

The future is always built on ruins, on supernovae, on bad days. Even if we never get to see the good ones that could be.

Everything matters, wrong decisions are a lesson, correct ones are a saving grace.

Either way, you gain something. There is something to learn, something to see, something to listen to, to feel.

But, I'm just rambling. Maybe some crazy old fool such as Poe or Gogh have taken my soul and made it theirs. This torture should not find itself so poetic.

Agony is a friend most acquainted with artists. It sits on a council with Fear, Hope, Happiness, and it's good friend Misery. There are too many of them to name, and some that can't quite be named.

To feel things so deeply is a blessing. Even if it hurts. Especially when it hurts, lest we forget and the world crumbles to dust.

- Void

05/19/26 / 7:58 AM

[rubbervoid]

little miss hypnobait has some suggestions she’d like you to make

[voidypoet]

Oh for someone to brush their hands against me as softly as you cradle the petals of a flower, or the cheek of a babe. How I'd melt into their fingertips like warm arm seeps through the cracks in the window on a summer twilight.

[voidypoet]

Welcome to my little spot of the internet. 🌲

I'm Void! 22M from the southern US. I'm a super nerd who is here to write DnD campaigns, bad poetry (if.. I can even call it that, maybe prose?) and a little more.

This is my (mostly) sfw blog, if you're a minor don't interact please. I don't particularly enjoy censoring my blog at all. And on the subject- don't interact with me at all if you're MAGA, Zionist, Facist, or generally a bad human being.

I love talking to and meeting new people, so shoot me a message or an ask if you'd like, I'll treat you as my own personal pen pal. <3 ✒️

I enjoy a lot of things, from fantasy to sci-fi and nerdy shit to the arts and science and beyond. Specifically I'm a super Star Wars fan, love old movies that will make you bawl, romance, poetry, a good book, candles, music (of literally any type), roleplays, and much much more. I hope to move to the Pacific Northwest in the future, and I'm about to go to school for Radiologic Sciences! 🩻

Listed below are some of my tags if you'd like to explore the page. It may be a little empty now, but it'll grow as time goes on. Most things do.

#voidtalks - rambles, rants, and raves

#voidpics - pictures, collages of life, me

#voidwrites - writing, DnD, stories, poetry

[voidviewer]

wrote this in 2022, one of the few things i saved before deleting my original account </3

Note: "Ant" stands for Antagonist, "Pro" stands for Protagonist. I guess I had something against the typical naming conventions of Hero/Villain or Whumper/Whumpee back then, idk. I promise I've gotten better at writing since then I just figured I should repost what I have.

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"The Human body is a wonder. It's able to withstand harsh beatings, and can use adrenaline to support the illusion that there is no pain, yet crumples under the weight of a wrong step, among other things." Ant kneels down to Pro's level grasping their chin and forcing Pro's head upwards,

"For example, the neck is a dangerously vulnerable area," they muse, pulling a switchblade from their back pocket and holding it against Pro's exposed neck, "So easily could someone slash through and end another's life." They drag the blade's tip along Pro's skin, toying with the amount of pressure put on the blade. Wordlessly telling how easy it would be to let the blade to pierce through Pro's skin, pulling crimson to be exposed.

"Or," Ant quickly stuffs the blade away before bringing their hand back and wrapping it around Pro's throat, squeezing. Pro sputters out helplessly as Ant begins to choke them, "in a more barbaric way, one could simply cut off another's air supply. If they squeeze hard enough," Ant pushes forward, forcing Pro's back against the wall, "they could simply crush one's windpipe."

It isn't quite enough force to do what Ant explains, but it's not any less painful and frightening. Through the tears and blurred vision, Pro gasps unsuccessfully, watching as black spots line their vision.

Pro falls to the ground as Ant releases their grasp, "Now, a Human's mentality is a much less fickle thing in my experience." Ant brings their finger to Pro's chin and gently raises their head, "With the right manipulation, one's mentality can become so broken you can't be sure they're even the same person."

Ant stands up and Pro's head drops. Their breath is unsteady, the bruises around their ribs ache, the rope binding their wrists together burns,

"I suppose I better take good note of who you are now before either of us forget."

And with the click of a door, Pro is shrouded in darkness.