The Void has teeth

Does it smile upon you?

[thevoidhasteeth]

Hello, and welcome to my blog! You can call me Wordsmith.

A brief overview:

-I write weird aesthetic posts

-I write about entities, mainly the Void, but also the Cube and the watcher

-These two things are usually not connected

FAQ: (long)

-Hey, one of your posts is triggering/causes discomfort. Can you please tag it?

Absolutely! Please send in an ask or reply to the specific post if you want something tagged. I don’t mind at all, and I’d rather people didn’t have to see content they don’t want to.

-Is any of this real?

Nope! This is a fun blog where I put writing into the world and talk about my characters (Void, etc) as if they are real. I stay ‘in character’ for most asks, but I am not actually in contact with any godlike beings. If unreality is not for you, I’d stay away from my content.

-What is the Void/Cube/watcher?

They are all entities, godlike beings that have existed for a very long time. I communicate with the Void mainly, and sometimes the watcher possesses me.

-Why does the Void have teeth?

They fall under its domain, and it wants them.

-What’s a domain?

A domain is what an entity controls. The Void’s domain is void-like spaces, darkness, stars, and teeth as well as bones in general. The Cube’s domain is light, perfection, plastics, and cubes. The watcher’s domain is eyes, knowledge, codes and puzzles, and mirrors.

-Why does your text change sometimes?

When I write with zalgo text the Void is writing, when I write in codes I am possessed by the watcher.

-What is a Hovering Presence?

Beings made of the Void that are bonded to humans. Their appearance tends to reveal something about the person they are bonded to. Once their person has changed enough or has died then the HP is recycled back into the Void.

-Does the Void floss/need a dentist?

No gums, no problem.

-Is the Void the tooth fairy?

No.

-Can I go into an entities domain?

No. Watcher specific answer.

-Can I give the Void my teeth/other things?

Yes! Guide is here.

-Can I be horny for the Void/entities?

No. Please stop asking.

-Does the Void like X?

I’ve answered a ton of these. You can send in asks like these, but be aware that if it’s a repeat or something really bizarre in an incomprehensible way I will not answer it.

-Can I make content using the entities?

I’m cool with art or references to them, but please don’t make your own blogs dedicated to my characters. It’s flattering but not something I’m comfortable with. Making your own characters inspired by mine is great!

Ask guidelines:

-I may not answer every ask, please don’t send in multiple repeats of a question.

-Sometimes my inbox gets backed up as I tend to get a lot of asks all at once, and sometimes just rely on the queue for regular posting. Please be patient.

-If your ask/submission is some kind of reference I likely won’t get it, and then it’ll just be embarrassing for the both of us. Maybe send a second ask telling me that it’s a reference so I don’t have to google keywords to figure out if it’s a regular cryptic ask or some reference?

-If you want an ask to be private, please specify. Otherwise I will post it publicly.

-Nothing extremely sexual, please use your judgement. I don’t mind occasional jokes but keep your monsterfucker thoughts to yourself.

-You can ask about me, but I won’t answer personal stuff (internet safety kids!)

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Latest obsessions: sticks that look like bones and overgrown paths

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Desperately want to be standing in the middle of an expansive field, staring up at the clouds drifting towards the sunset as I slowly spin around and marvel at the world.

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Things I found on today’s walk: forgiveness, tranquility, and this cool seed.

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A strange, haunting melody comes calling from the trees as you walk by. This part of your routine should be the simplest, yet your heart recognizes the danger. The music calls out to you, beckoning you into the woods. Every day you resist, keep walking and return home, but someday your steps will falter and slow until you turn in the wrong direction. The trees will welcome you, and they will call it home, and you won’t remember enough to correct them.

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Death wraps its grip around you, old friend, and its fingers do not gently cradle. Shallow breaths and stolen flesh, life is just as harsh. Grief trickles in, then floods, mourning what has already been lost and what is to come. A shovel leans against the house, and a final bed lies waiting. Time crawls as you continue to fight, but in the end there is rest. You rejoin the earth, and I reacquaint myself with loss.

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The fires of your soul lick at the walls of their human cage. It is not in fire’s nature to be contained, and it will burn whatever it takes to be free. It matters not if it must kill itself in the process, freedom comes in more than one form. Flesh burns, and something unknowable escapes. 

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The longer you walk, the taller the trees get, the more twisted and scarred. Their canopies block out the light high above. Your eyes adjust as you walk, milky and unseeing to suit the dark. All the better to truly see what lurks in the abyssal shadows.

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Stars above stare down from the pitch black sky. Humanity has tried to hide them away, but it hasn’t worked completely. Looking up, they notice you make eye contact. They do not blink. You cannot look away, cannot shut your eyes. Distant fires burn into your retinas, the eyes of foreign beasts not quite locked away. The stars still hunger, as is the nature of flame.

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The emptiness aches, a hole in my chest and my stomach and my head, a hole in everything. I am nothing but space to be filled. I’m desperate for it, grabbing at anything that might patch the holes. I steal traits to make a patchwork skin, phrases picked up from others construct my dialogue, and my fears dictate how I present myself. More, more, more. Never my own, never myself, just taking an ever increasing amount from my fellows and pretending that it’s enough. Blending in, still painfully empty, and they don’t notice as their faces and names become mine as well. 

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A deep fear reverberates within me, the age old kind that is passed on through generations. It is the blood that runs through my veins, the marrow in my bones, the innate knowledge that lies within the depths of my head. There is a danger within the unknown, and my body itself knows this. It tries to warn me, to steer me to safety. But the mind and the heart have never been the best at listening to the reason of wisdom, and so I am lost. I walk towards what watches, and it tracks my approach. It doesn’t seem terrifying like this, but monsters tend to hide their nature. In the end, only one creature leaves the fields. How much of you must remain to be called human? How much must change, must metamorphosize in blood, to be called monster? I am what I fear, and I fear nobody. Nobody but the monster under my skin, the one my flesh tried to warn me of. 

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An old, half forgotten voice reaches out once more. Hellos are spoken so often, but most of the time goodbye is just a slow fading from view. But you can always find your voice and soul once more. Your last words still echo, and you can pick up the forgotten tune you once knew by heart.

Hello, again.

[thevoidhasteeth]

Today the sun beats down, a heavy burden on exhausted skin. Yesterday the cold wind raged, blocking out the sky with white. Tomorrow it may rain, or it may snow, or perhaps the heat will continue to press down on you, melting you into the sticky floors. There is no option that brings relief, just different burdens. Stability is perhaps too much to ask for, and the sky laughs, the sound of shifting clouds and uncaring winds.

[thevoidhasteeth]

There’s something so sad and powerful about change. I know your face and I know your past and I know your heart, but I no longer recognize you who I thought I’d love forever. My hometown is just the same as it’s always been, but the streets look a little different, the houses a bit brighter or a bit older. I am filled with love for what I have gained, but mourn for what I have lost. There is a give and take to growing, and it aches like a child’s bones.

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The mountains stand still above our heads. To us they seem immovable, untouched by time. But if one were to sit and watch unbounded by time and death, they would see that even the mountains fall and are reborn again. Within all stillness is motion, and within all motion is time.

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You: I hate the way the world tries to crush us beneath it, sometimes. Sometimes I’m filled with a fiery rage that burns me alive as I uselessly clench my fists and the tears boil right off my face.

The shadow beside you: It hurts to be angry, because you are hurting for everyone who is hurt, and filled with the pain of your own disappointment. You burn so well, but humans are not meant to burn, and turning into kindling for rage does nothing but make magma of your blood as you weep.

You: I know that it does nothing, and yet I can’t help but turn myself into a blaze. I think that I was perhaps meant to be a star, burning to give light to a few, my efforts traversing time and my own death.

The shadow beside you: You would make a wonderful star, but for now your place is on Earth. The cosmos call to you, and someday you will join them, I promise. You must stay a little while longer, though, even though staying means you may find more fires.

You: I can handle a little fire, as long as I can always keep it controlled. And I’m glad to spend my time here with you, the stars can wait a few years more.

[thevoidhasteeth]

Wind swirls ever closer, whispering in a language you can’t understand no matter how hard you try. Secrets are blown across the world in words you can’t hear, except for a quiet whistling and voices in the distance. Listen closely, and you’ll hear nothing at all.