#votv au

[kunmao]

[spiritsherewithart]

VOTV, Multiplayer edition. There's freaks in the alps. Ft. Arirals

[carnivorusobserver]

who up voicing they void.,.. some drawings from my first playthrough so far , i see dr kel as such a stupid and wonderful fellow i love him sm.,.,.

close ups!!!

NO SPOILERS PLEASE!!!

[helena-and-helena-meta]

Not me making a second part to the small things I wrote while reblogging something from Earthsparked

Ever since the massive ship and its equally massive passengers crash-landed near the observatory, Kel’s feelings about the situation had been… mixed.

His report to Dr. Bao had sparked an unusually strong reaction from the typically stoic man. In addition to the usual hashcodes and signal logs, Bao demanded photos, videos—anything Kel could capture. That alone told Kel just how serious this all was.

Now, days later, Kel stood outside the Alpen Signal Observatory, overlooking the forest that had once been ablaze. The fires were gone, and—thankfully—his equipment had survived untouched. He let out a long sigh. Everything had been chaotic that day. He’d nearly died, saved at the last second by a giant robot. The fires had been extinguished by more of them. And now?

Now the robots were watching him from the forest edge.

Kel had noticed them hovering behind the tree line—never interfering directly, but not hiding either. They knew what he was doing. He could tell. Sometimes, they even helped. One had realigned a bent satellite dish after a storm. Another had helped get Kerfur, his rolling cat-bot assistant, unstuck from a rock. It was eerie, but... helpful.

Fishing through his coat pocket, Kel found what he was looking for: a box of cigarettes and a small lighter—bought with those strange, almost gamified “company points” his employer awarded him for surviving another week.

He hadn’t smoked in college. Not once. But now? Now he needed something to soothe the nerves. The quiet was heavy. The isolation deeper. Even Kerfur couldn't replace real conversation. Not like Ena used to.

He lit the cigarette, shielding it from the wind with his hand. The smoke was acrid, staining the air with its chemical sting. It’d ruin his jacket, he knew, but he didn’t care. Not after what he’d seen. Not after what he’d survived.

As he took another drag, Kel heard it—that alien language again. A string of mechanical tones and syllables he still couldn’t make sense of. Looking over the balcony railing, he spotted another one of the robots standing below. It wasn’t the one who had saved him, but a different one—white and red, with an odd, handheld device.

A medic? Kel squinted.

“What do you want?” he muttered, voice hoarse. He wasn’t expecting an answer, and he didn’t get one. Instead, the robot made a simple gesture—one that Kel instinctively recognized: drop it.

It took him a second. He blinked, confused, smoke trailing from his lips. The gesture again, firmer this time.

Kel narrowed his eyes, then tossed the half-finished cigarette down into the parking lot. The robot stepped forward and crushed it underfoot, dousing it with a crunch. But it didn’t leave. It just stood there, staring at him.

“Seriously?” Kel muttered, more to himself than anything. It felt like being scolded by a massive, hovering mechanical nurse. He let out an annoyed exhale and turned back inside, shutting the door behind him.

Back in his room, he tossed the cigarette box and lighter onto the counter with a clatter. The weight of sleepless nights hit him all at once, exhaustion crawling up from his bones. He dropped onto his twin-sized mattress, fitted awkwardly into a rusting bunk bed frame, and let sleep take him.

Outside, Ratchet remained still, watching through the balcony glass.

The human was clearly exhausted—and stubborn. A poor combination for someone living alone in a facility like this. Ratchet’s scanners had flagged multiple concerns: fatigue, elevated stress levels, and now this bizarre oral combustion habit.

He let out a low vent of air, the Cybertronian equivalent of a sigh.

This one was going to be a terrible patient, he could already tell. Maybe... maybe there was a way to use that strange, clunky cat-bot of his. With a few modifications, it could at least monitor his vitals more consistently.

Ratchet’s gaze shifted toward the satellite array. Primitive. Fragile.

He’d have to make sure Wheeljack didn’t get curious and start tampering with it.

[fansandheatsinks13]

Project "Omicron"

[reggie-hedgie]

Yogurt (VOTV fic)

TW/CW: not proofread, hearing loss Kel, unconscious feeding (duh)

A/N: So I suppose I’m gonna make this a series for however long my votv brainrot keeps up and I’ll probably return to it when it comes back after the fact as well. Basically just writing my little blabby version of different events versus just seeing them from Kel without him really having anything to say. Idk, the last one is just kinda null so far, but I like these, so enjoy them if you want to.

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Kel curled up on the red cushions in the treehouse. He’d totally forgotten the grab food when he’d headed out earlier, so his stomach felt unpleasantly empty but he didn’t have anything to eat, and walking back to the base un the dark on an empty stomach, absolutely exhausted from getting no sleep the night prior. He wasn’t sure how the arirals would react to him spending the night in the treehouse, which he usually respected as their space, but he didn’t have the energy to worry about it too much as he almost immediately conked out, damn near dead to the world.

With his hearing damage from the big pyramid, he hd no way of hearing the soft footsteps of two arirals coming to check on him. The two uncloaked, red haired Argemia, and blue haired Esraniki, both much larger than poor Kel, who was so tired that alarms at the base probably wouldn’t wake him from his sound sleep. Especially since the red cushions were much more comfortable than his bed in the base. Esraniki crouched down beside the cushion, getting a better look at him. Obviously theyd both seen him before, theyd both ripped shrimp packs out of his hands and pushed him into the gravel in the process, but with him locking the doors on the base, they hadn’t really gotten a really good look at the shrimpy (hah) human. His messy hair had leaves in it from getting thrown into a bush on the way to Juliet after hitting a rock with the ATV. His poor face was all beat up from his general clumsiness and run-ons with just about everything bad out in the alps around the satellite station. She pulled the leaves out gently, flicking them out the window, and brushing the hair out of his face, before moving to sit behind him on the cushion, stepping over him easily.

Argemia knelt where Esraniki had been, tearing off the top of a yogurt cup carefully as Esraniki gently shifted the exhausted young man onto his back, pulling his head to rest on her thigh, so he wouldn’t choke when Argemia started feeding him. Argemia leaned in carefully, carefully spooning the yogurt into his mouth. It wasn’t standard slightly sour earth yogurt, it was an ariral thing, but it was similar enough to be roughly the same thing. Smooth, slightly fruity and floral, with a milky blueish color similar to the sealing film on top.

Kel was easy to feed, they knew he’d eat anything, and his stomach was practically empty. Argemia purred with amusement as Kel ate so easily even in his sleep. Humans were funny, and he was tough too, but she could tell he needed a break sometimes. Neither of them faulted him for crashing in the treehouse, he hadn’t touched anything, he hadn’t taken anything, he was just tired to the core. Esraniki was a little more apprehensive about him, not really having a reason besides having watched him eat a deer corpse had been… unsettling. Even she knew that something half rotten probably shouldnt be eaten, and he hadn’t hardly flinched. To each his own though, and Argemia really seemed to like him, so she trusted her colleague’s judgment even if she wasn’t entirely sold on the idea.

She raised an eyebrow as Argemia fed the marginally underweight, pathetic little human container after container of yogurt, and he slept through all of it, not even Argemia’s loud purring would wake him. At this rate, Argemia was going to feed all of it to him. Eventually she stopped, figuring he was probably full enough to sleep more soundly through the night, not wanting to overfeed him. (Sidenote, I low-key see them treating Kel like a pet in some ways, so-) Esraniki gently laid him back down, where he snuggled up onto his side again.

Esraniki went to go lay on the other cushion, expecting Argemia to either join her or keep watch but instead she curled up beside Kel, her back against his.

“Just want to protect him,” She said, as if she wasn’t cuddling with the most sickly creature either of them had seen (not me bullying him) after feeding him yogurt in his sleep. Esraniki just shook her head, half exasperated and half amused as she got comfy herself. Kel was nice and warm, Arirals were pretty toasty and he had one pressed up behind him. He slept deeper, actually starting to snore. He hadn’t snored before taking this job, but after breaking his nose, he’d started snoring. At least they weren’t overly obnoxious snores, more like grandma snores, fairly quiet but not exactly dainty. He slept better than he had in weeks, warm and safe and full. When he woke up the next morning, he was alone, both arirals had left long before he’d woken up, but the yogurt cups were still on the floor, and he was definitely going to have fruity yogurt breath all day.

The first thing he did when he got back to the base was place a order for a few shrimp packs, steeling himself before stepping outside to get promptly assaulted for the seafood, as a way of saying “thanks”, because not a lot was kind out there, and he needed the few allies he had, for his own sake.

[doublegoblin]

Kel Logs...logs?

Long and short of it, writing a Votv Fic but set in my AU so yeah...here is the opening first few paragraphs. Everyone say hello to Season 1 Kel again!

[bipolar-sad-and-ready-to-cry]

My votes for your new Slime Rancher AU. May I please have a funfact or maybe a ramble about your Voices of the Void AU?

Ooo another vote for he slime rancher AU

Also you may have fun facts or rambles about my votv AU!

The type of animatronics Sun is has many human like functions, such as weight gain and loss, the need for water, food and rest, artificial lungs that function kinda like our lungs and menstrual cycles, Sun unfortunately has menstrual cycles but he calls it “a visit from aunt flow”!

Fun fact is the one that was at the lab before Sun was Solstice (Dark Sun) but he went missing, don’t worry everyone, Solstice is alive :3

Another fun fact, the twins are children (of course), but had snuck to earth with out their papa noticing, he of course will nag their ears off once he finds them /pos, but he’d be relieved that the twins are ok

One more fun fact, Sun is half blind (idk why I keep making him half blind but it just feels right)