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𝐁𝐎𝐍 𝐕𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐆𝐄 !! 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘔𝘌𝘙𝘔𝘈𝘐𝘋'𝘚 𝘚𝘌𝘛𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘚𝘈𝘐𝘓

#VOIDORCA. a study in existentialism the consequences of being your authentic self // death && undeath // the burden of memory. a thing that should not be and yet is, named on the ashes of its creators and as eager to embrace existence as he is to reject it; quick to seek the best, always prepared for the worse. a koi-followed apocalypse.

an original and non-fandom character as loved by theo (24, he/him) highly selective. minors dni.

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

memes ⚓ carrd ⚓ additional lore

#.pinned #. personals / minors dni

gamenu

Okay, so a couple of things she’s now taking note of: one, that’s a guy. Two, and arguably more important, those fish are real because they just reacted to her. To a degree, she felt bad. Nicole almost wished they weren’t real so she didn’t actually bother them. But being validated in not hallucinating was slightly better. Just a little.

Nicole can hear the suspicion in his voice. Wondering what the hell he has to be suspicious about when he’s the one with fish floating around him!

Then again, maybe she’s seen something she shouldn’t have.

A lot of questions, and as vague and suspicious as he’s being now about it…Nicole was now leaning towards that being the latter. All the same, it left her wondering what she needed and should have done about it. Smarter thing would have been nothing. The more curious thing tended to be a little more fun though. So she matches his tone, suspicion for suspicion.

“Right. . .especially ones tha’ can swim in saltwater.” A glance over at the tank, the group of students, then back at the boy next to her.

“—yeah. I’ve done this before though. And I can only read this stuff over an’ over before I can just start turnin’ in my notes from last time.”

Nicole shifts slightly, glancing around before looking back at the stranger. Now he’s someone she definitely hasn’t seen before. The floating fish give it away for sure. She knows she would have approached before. “Youse ain’ parta tha group. So yer jus’ here fer fun then?”

voidorca

⤿ YEP. okay. this is officially weird. it's time to go down the list of why it is weird. the first is the simplest: he sees the glance, catches the comment, tucks both away in the hollow space where his ought to be. call him paranoid, but he's not stupid; the writing is on the wall, and it says - in massive red lettering - 'SHE SEES THE FISH'. it's a prophecy that's coming to fruition right here and now, so... really not a prophecy at all, but his metaphor still stands. this chick is seeing the fish. this isn't supposed to happen. the second is that she's still talking to him. as reclusive as he tends to be, or at least as socially inept as one can be when they're a half-dead reality-devouring devotee of oblivion, the fact that someone's engaging in conversation is... weird. sure, he guesses that he kind of dug this hole, so he can't complain too bad about being in it, but it's a weird hole all the same. he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. his eyes flick from her to the tank and back again, and he's clearly weighing his options on how to proceed. after a beat, he comes to some unseen conclusion. he leans back, crosses his arms, and shrugs. ❛ fish do what they want until a marine biologist shows up. ❜ it's both a joke and a completely serious statement, a belief held in the core of his heart. ❛ 'sides, saltwater koi doesn't sound like the strangest thing to me. ❜ that is definitely a joke. granted, it's said in complete deadpan, so if it lands as one has yet to be seen. the gods will probably be cruel to him and deny him this human opportunity, and he'll shrug and point to the giant orca and remind them of his allegiance. all of this to say, so far, so good. ❛ could always watch something new. i hear there's a new exhibit with man of war jellyfish. pretty sure on of them has a body-count. ❜ pasha drums his digits against his forearms, thinking, thinking. watching her like a hawk, committing every little reaction to memory in an attempt to understand entirely without asking - what are you? her question draws him away from his thoughts, however, and he huffs. it's not a long and drawn out affair, but the short and sharp breath is apparent all the same. ❛ fun, learning, same thing. i wanted to see what all the fuss was about whale sharks, but they don't have any here. just normal non-whale sharks. ❜ so sharks, then. ❛ why do they bring college classes here, anyways ?? everybody gets so loud - i'm sure some of the people here have given the clown-fish grade five anxiety by now. ❜

#gamenu #▐ ⤏ ❛ 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝘼𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙀. ▐ ┉┉ ( ii ; wanderer. )

deadlyfantasia

A mellow chuckle escapes her at that. Seems she hit a bit of a nerve there. Though it hadn’t been Yukari’s intention, she couldn’t help but feel a bit amused. “Handsome then.” She echoes before turning to properly face the other. Her own long elaborate gown billowing gently in the sea breeze. Golden eyes catch sight of the koi, watching them dance circles around the stranger for a moment before gaze returns back to him. Her smile is bright, she doesn’t let silence linger between them for long. “Regardless, you certainly seem quite familiar with this place.”

“You can’t possibly live here permanently though, right?” The question is asked innocently, almost as if in jest, though she can tell even at a glance that perhaps ‘living’ isn’t quite the right word. What a fascinating existence. One caught between boundaries. Golden and violet mix in the youkai's gaze as the sage looks deeper into the other, until it’s almost as if she isn’t looking at him at all but past him. Like a seamstress examining an unruly ball of tangled yarn; the boundaries of life and death were practically labyrinthine within the young man, woven so tightly with one another she had half a mind to reach in and see what would happen if she unwound it.

But she chose to leave it be for now. The stranger was the first actual ‘person’ she had seen since arriving at this shore that could hold meaningful conversation after all, and that in its own held value to her. If the fancy so struck her, it's not as if she couldn’t experiment with the walking oddity before her at a later date.

voidorca

⤿ THERE'S hesitation. pasha's mind searches and scours for an explanation to all of this, and comes up blank, blank, blank. this isn't some creation of the big guy, nor is it something that the koi spat up ( he would know, definitely, if that were the case ). this is something else. something new. a visitor that shouldn't be here and, because of that and that alone, someone who has immediately earned his suspicion. there's respect there too from one nonsensical piece of reality to the other, and an abundance of curiosity, but above all else: suspicion. ❛ not permanently, no. i come and go. usually, i'm the only thing that can outside of the fish. ❜ this, at least, pasha has no issue confessing. he drags the end of his sandal into the sand, drawing a thin line, then scribbles it out with his heel; while picking his words, he doodles small things in the pitch grain. something that looks like a fish. something that looks like a bottle. a collection of lines like tally marks - records of his visits that, like everything else, get erased in the end. after a beat, his eyes return to the presence. his head cocks to the side in a manner not too dissimilar to that of a confused animal. if he knew how koi behaved when curious, perhaps he would mimic them instead. alas, all he knows are rats. something about how the other regards him is unnerving. he's not sure what. it might be everything about it, actually. ❛ i'm... the caretaker of the place, sort of. kind of. ❜ he makes a half-and-half gesture with his hand. ❛ it's not usually populated by other people, though, so forgive my rudeness, but... on behalf of the owner of this beach, i have to ask: what the fuck are you ?? ❜

#deadlyfantasia #▐ ⤏ ❛ 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝘼𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙀. ▐ ┉┉ ( ii ; wanderer. )#( pasha vc: girl WHAT )

INBOX CALL. let's get silly with it.

#▐ ⤏ ❛ 𝙄𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝙔𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀? ▐ ┉┉ ( inbox call. )

troyfallen

— 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢.

independent & highly selective achilles from greek mythos. portrayal informed & inspired by the achilleid, the iliad, and the odyssey ( among others ). as written and adored by theo. (he/him, 24). left image credit.

a study of: the great rage of grief / the inescapable divine / the burden of prophecy & what becomes of us when the most prized corpse is that of the bettered self.

#▐ ⤏ ❛ 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑯𝑨 𝑪𝑯𝑨.. ▐ ┉┉ ( self promo. )#( gonna be setting achilles up )#( we stan strange men here )#( will be working on stuff i owe through the week otherwise. work has been. stress. )

gamenu

The extra credit trips were fine the first time. But after the fifth time, Nicole was so over it. The marine life was gorgeous and she loved learning. But she could only read over the same plaques over and over again. Take the same notes, and try to move through crowds before she's just exhausted even thinking about it. She already had notes ready to go and present saved on her phone.

Nothing changed.

With that said, she sticks her headphones on as she sits down. There’s barely any attention aside from a glance given to the girl next to her. At least, she’s pretty sure that’s a girl. She’s cute either way.

Pause.

Then she looks back over at the girl. What the hell were those koi fish around her?

It had to have been a trick of the light, right? She was hallucinating. The annoyance she felt must have been causing her to hallucinate those spectral fish.

Almost as if to prove her theory to herself, she reaches out instinctively, just to poke at one of them. Just to poke at the spectral koi fish just to see if it was real or not. And of course her finger goes through it. Nicole isn’t sure what she expected. But does this girl next to her know? If she did, then Nicole was only pointing out the obvious.

If she didn’t. . .then now Nicole just looks like she might need to get screened for something.

Even so, maybe there’s a different way to ask without being too far in one direction.

“. . .do ya like koi fish?” A specific enough question to hint at something, vague enough for plausible deniability. If she could see them, then surely this girl would be able to actually pick up what Nicole was hinting at. She had far too many questions and if nothing else, hoped that she could see them too so she can ask all of them. That was too weird without there being some kind of draw to the fish.

voidorca

⤿ HERE is the belated truth of the matter, one of which pasha has kept tucked 'way within his heart: the koi fish are annoying. his friends in undeath and unbeing, of course !! his lowly aids to which all horrid things are called and - ultimately - devoured by !! he could not hate them if he tried, but annoyance is far from the presence of loathing. rather, for him at least, it is the presence of a love so rich that it frustrates him. he has so much, and all of it - all of it - is so thoroughly consumed by, of all things, two weird fucking fish. this isn't the first time he's thought about his lack of company. it is - in large part - spurred by the notion that he's not a single soul who gets it. the fish in the aquarium know the half of his torment ( a world that registers to him as separate from the self, an isolation created by something greater ), but no one knows the rest. suppose it's a secret, then, for him and the- a shiver spikes down his spine. his gaze shoots up from his phone and, for all of a beat, he too closely resembles a frazzled cat. his hair practically stands up on its ends; his pupils are pinheads; then it's gone, and the immediate shock of someone putting a finger through his fish disperses. it's easy enough to disguise, thankfully, as nothing more than being shocked out of his stream-induced stupor rather than anything to do with the fish... ... the same fish that the chick beside him is asking about. great. pasha does not tuck his phone away, but he does click the button on its side to turn the screen black, and lays it face-down on his thigh. the koi that had been poked shifts in its position to swim behind him, then makes its presence sparse: it dives into the tank ahead of him, unseen by all manner of fish and man, yet all too happy to play pretend with other fish. hilarious, pasha thinks, that a freshwater apocalypse wants to play pretend with saltwater flounders. ❛ they're alright, ❜ pasha replies, a clear and abundant suspicion rolling off from him - fittingly - in waves. his eyes flick to a passing group of students, none of whom seem even slightly familiar to him. ❛ you here with the college group ?? ❜

#gamenu #▐ ⤏ ❛ 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝘼𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙀. ▐ ┉┉ ( ii ; wanderer. )#( OH THATS TOTALLY FINE i appreciate it tbh!! pashas a very fun character for those sortsa things hehe )

voidorca

𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 ❛ 𝑮𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑭 ❜ 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑰𝑻.

⚓︎ #VOIDORCA — independent, exclusive, && nonfandom original character ( the noneuclidian result of trying to bring back a dead girl via the multiverse. ) a study in undeath, the endless pursuit of the self, && the call of the void. as adored by theo (he/him, 24).

𝒀𝑶𝑼'𝑹𝑬 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑭𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑭𝑶𝑶𝑫.

#▐ ⤏ ❛ 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑯𝑨 𝑪𝑯𝑨.. ▐ ┉┉ ( self promo. )

kn0ckout

WHAT'S UP, PARTY PEOPLE?? this is a brand spankin' new blog for one JASON "JAY" CARMINE, a vigilante who has been plagued by the horrors* since he was a kid. a nuclear bomb of chaos magic, he works to deal with otherworldly threats whenever they show up in his neighborhood... or, really, wherever he happens to be at the time. he's heavily inspired by and based in marvel, DC comics, and kpdh. if this sounds at all interesting to you, pop the ♡ or ↻ and i'll check you out !! * ( the horrors are his long-dead demon-hunter turned demon turned chaotic apocalypse beast ancestor who, coincidentally, really wants a new and better body. y'know. like jay's. )

#▐ ⤏ ❛ 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑯𝑨 𝑪𝑯𝑨.. ▐ ┉┉ ( self promo. )#( anyways i made a dedicated hero/vigilante oc bc. brainrot. Meet my idiot son. )

@stormfated said, ❛ even if it doesn’t make the emptiness go away, i promise you it will feel lighter. ❜

⤿ LET’S tell a story but for a moment; abide, then, with the tale of the seventh edith fyodorov. once upon a time, a girl somewhere died far too young for the liking of her kin. her parents tried to bring her back, too stricken and hollowed by their grief. they failed, and failed, then failed so spectacularly that it was deemed a backwards success, and the failure was made him: pasha, unnamed, he who was so indifferent honest to reality that it paid him no great heed. this story ends not with a happy ending, but with a part-break. the origin is concluded by a pair of great whales swallowing everything, himself included, then spitting him - only him, only ever him - back onto a beach of black sand and murky waters. and thus, he travels. this story does not end yet. as far as pasha is concerned, it is - by all rights - a pretty bad story. the great moral to his life is not that friends can be trusted or that all things are possible through love. love brings horrors into the world. love creates things that shouldn’t exist. he is, indeed, a product of love. for that, he should be utterly dismantled. the question yanks pasha back to the waking world. the koi hovering ‘round him - unseen by mortal eyes, but perhaps by the extraordinary - jolt in tandem, shocked by his sudden movement, then return in their slow orbit ‘round and ‘round his head. all of this to say, he shrugs, slouches forward to rest his elbows on his knees, and regards the other with one brow raised and the right corner of his lip tugged up into a half-smile so incredibly fake that it would not be entirely dismissed in a wax museum. ❛ you should write that one down somewhere, seriously, ❜ quips schrodinger’s dead boy. ❛ that’s prime novel material right there. ❜ a pause passes as his gaze glides from her, and he hums. ❛ only emptiness i’ve got hanging bothering me is the emptiness in my stomach right now, ❜ lies the bastard when he deems that, like an actor would, too much dead air has settled between them. he straightens his posture, regains his bettered attitude on the surface, and stretches his arms above his head. ❛ and trust me, i don’t think that’ll make me any lighter. ❜

— thunderbolts memes // always accepting

#stormfated #▐ ⤏ ❛ 𝙄'𝙈 𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀. ▐ ┉┉ ( answered ask. )#▐ ⤏ ❛ 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙊𝘿𝙔𝙎𝙎𝙀𝙔 𝙃𝘼𝙎 𝘼 𝙋𝙐𝙍𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙀. ▐ ┉┉ ( in character. )#( pasha vc: great philosophy there bestie. anyways. )

nightprompts

&. 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐬* 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( dialogue prompts taken from thunderbolts* (2025), directed by jake schreier. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )

❛ there is something wrong with me. an emptiness. ❜

❛ you weren’t listening to me. it’s like your mind is somewhere else. ❜

❛ do you think i like taking orders? ❜

❛ you shoot, i dodge. ❜

❛ you guys can never aim for shit. ❜

❛ can you please just say it normal? ❜

❛ how long has it been, huh? a year? ❜

❛ so you… you feel fulfilled? ❜

❛ look around you. i’m miserable. ❜

❛ the light inside you is dim even by eastern european standards. ❜

❛ i've just been wondering, you know, like, what… is the point? in any of this? ❜

❛ the point of work is fame and fortune. fortune buys friends, and love, and a lot of cool clothes. ❜

❛ why do you have this photo out? ❜

❛ we were so bad. ❜

❛ you were happy. ❜

❛ i’ll make you something. ❜

❛ yeah, this just isn’t working for me anymore. ❜

❛ i need you to follow the target inside and find out what she intends to steal. ❜

❛ you’re not even my target. ❜

❛ i’m not here for you. ❜

❛ i know who you are and what you’re doing. ❜

❛ what am i doing? ❜

❛ you’re working me. you’re trying to get me on your side. ❜

❛ you say you know who i am, so you know my story. and you know i didn’t have a choice who i worked for. but you do. ❜

❛ it’s my business card. in case you need some help or you wanna share some secret hidden evidence. ❜

❛ i’m not sure what’s happening here, but you’re all exhausting and my job is done, so... ❜

❛ god only knows the blood on your hands. ❜

❛ pretty ludicrous coming from the dimestore captain america. ❜

❛ that was funny. thank you. we needed that. ❜

❛ it was getting so tense in here for a second. ❜

❛ all right, um… tie yourselves up. ❜

❛ next time, why don’t you just text me like a normal person? ❜

❛ we don’t need to go rogue in the darkness, or whatever you people do. ❜

❛ what exactly are we looking for? ❜

❛ we’re looking for not stupid questions. ❜

❛ hey. didn’t think you’d come back. thanks. ❜

❛ are you hurt? ❜

❛ no, i’m fine. i’m fine. ❜

❛ you do not seem fine. ❜

❛ yeah, well, we’ve only just met. this is… this is how i am. ❜

❛ well, you guys should just go without me. it’ll be easier. ❜

❛ we all feel like shit sometimes. and loneliness, i get that. and that that darkness gets... pretty enticing. ❜

❛ you shove it way down. you just... push it down. ❜

❛ let’s just stick together until we make it to the surface, and after that, you can start a fight with a super soldier. get yourself killed. i don’t care. ❜

❛ so, none of us fly? what, do we all just punch and shoot? ❜

❛ you do not want to start the whole sob story game. i win. ❜

❛ well, you were just a kid, so… ❜

❛ i just think it might be nice to know that you didn’t really know any better. ❜

❛ cucumber, cucumber, cucumber. ❜

❛ growing up, somebody told me that you can stop a sneeze if you confuse your brain. i always just yelled “cucumber.” ❜

❛ you’re the boss now? cute. ❜

❛ anyone else have any pointless childhood stories to tell? ❜

❛ i will fight. you stay behind me. ❜

❛ i’ve always had these episodes since i was a kid. there’s a high, then there’s a big low, and then my memory just goes blank. ❜

❛ you were right, she definitely wants us dead. ❜

❛ this has the makings of a team that can raise to glory. a team that can bring light from the darkness. a team of heroes that can be on the wheaties box and have little kiddie toy… ❜

❛ let’s just forget about them, and let’s focus on you. and how perfect you are. ❜

❛ isn’t that what you want? to be accepted? to be chosen? ❜

❛ no one else sees it, but i do. and i think maybe your past is what makes you so perfect. ❜

❛ look, i’ve been where you are. you can run, but it doesn’t go away. sooner or later it catches up to you, and when it does, it’s too late. so you can either do something about it now, or live with it forever. ❜

❛ you want to be good? or do you want to be somebody who changes the world? ❜

❛ you can do anything. ❜

❛ i'm the only one who knows what your true potential is. and it’s limitless. ❜

❛ i don’t wanna hurt you guys. why don’t you just turn yourselves in? ❜

❛ you can trust me. i know you. ❜

❛ they’re not a threat to me, so why do i need to kill them? ❜

❛ there is no “us.” there is no “we.” ❜

❛ you’re not a hero. you’re not even a good person. ❜

❛ why would a god take orders from anyone at all? ❜

❛ i’m starting to think maybe you don’t know what i am. or what i’m capable of. ❜

❛ i'm not afraid of you. ❜

❛ well, then, chase me forever. ❜

❛ If you cared, you would have called. ❜

❛ i’m sorry. i don’t know how to do this. i’m not good at it. ❜

❛ i didn’t think you wanted me. ❜

❛ i’m late, but i’m… i’m here now. ❜

❛ all i do is sit and look at my phone and think of all the terrible things that i’ve done. ❜

❛ when i look at you, i don’t see your mistakes. ❜

❛ aren’t you tired of fighting? let me help you. ❜

❛ you can’t outrun the emptiness. ❜

❛ it’s what you said. we’re all alone. all of us. ❜

❛ i have these good days, you know? where i feel invincible. but then there are a lot of bad days when i remember that nothing matters, you know? ❜

❛ so you’re just gonna sit here and let it take over? ❜

❛ well, there’s no use in fighting it. ❜

❛ at least i found a nice room. the other rooms are much worse. ❜

❛ you can’t stuff it down. you can’t hold it in all alone. no one can. we have to let it out. ❜

❛ even if it doesn’t make the emptiness go away, i promise you it will feel lighter. ❜

❛ we can find a way out of here together. will you try and leave here with me? ❜

❛ there’s no death here. the pain only gets worse. ❜

❛ i have a great past, so i’m totally fine. ❜

❛ the most shameful thing of all was thinking you could be anything more than nothing. ❜

❛ wait. you think they care about you? you don’t matter. to anyone. ❜

❛ i’m stronger than you. ❜

❛ you thought you were gonna be some great man? some savior? you can’t even save yourself. ❜

❛ we will always be alone. ❜

❛ i’m here. ❜

❛ it will always be just us. ❜

❛ we’re losing credibility. which we had very little to begin with. ❜

❛ we’re running out of space? It’s impossible. this building is enormous. ❜

❛ i did the dishes though. ❜

#▐ ⤏ ❛ 𝙂𝙀𝙏 𝙎𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙔 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙄𝙏. ▐ ┉┉ ( memes. )

𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 ❛ 𝑮𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑭 ❜ 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑰𝑻.

⚓︎ #VOIDORCA — independent, exclusive, && nonfandom original character ( the noneuclidian result of trying to bring back a dead girl via the multiverse. ) a study in undeath, the endless pursuit of the self, && the call of the void. as adored by theo (he/him, 24).

𝒀𝑶𝑼'𝑹𝑬 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑭𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑭𝑶𝑶𝑫.

#▐ ⤏ ❛ 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑯𝑨-𝑪𝑯𝑨.. ▐ ┉┉ ( self promo. )#oc rp #original character rp #independent rp #( i spent so long on this. pwease. )#( pwease lord. )#( hoping this promo spreads 'cause i do wanna do things on pash )#( and also bc it crashed my computer 4 times )#( “up yours old b!tch” <- pash's favorite saying )

INBOX CALL. changed the template i used for the carrd && added a lil more info to it. with that done, like this post for a fish in your inbox !!

#▐ ⤏ ❛ 𝙄𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝙔𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀? ▐ ┉┉ ( inbox call. )#▐ ⤏ ❛ 𝙄'𝙇𝙇 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙏𝙍𝙐𝙏𝙃 . ▐ ┉┉ ( updates. )#( proud of how the carrd looks. color picking is my passion. )#( we BLUE )

⤿ ENVY for the dead bleeds through him like venom from a serpent’s fang - how dare they get something so precious. how dare they live as they do, as eager to cherish every moment as they are to make themselves scarce at the faintest reminder of their own mortality. how paradoxical the living are, how simple the dead: there is nothing more to examine there, nothing more to see. no facial cues to mimic, no voices to commit to the great halls of his memory, nothing more, nothing more. how dare the dead move on and think of heaven or hell, great and terrible places which he will never see. try as he might, no shoreline connects to a divine kingdom nor place of infernal amusement. no sudden spur of brimstone or gold forms gateways in the space beyond, nor do angels come down and wish upon him swift release from his own trials. the dead are selfish. they have nothing to say to him, and he has plenty to say to them - to the strangers on metal slabs garbed only in white cloth but, at times, in nothing at all. it’s this that brings him to the idea of morticians, specifically the want to find one. to learn from one who actually knows the craft. which brings him, then, here: waiting outside of a place of the dead for it to open, for someone to allow him. he’s garbed in casual wear. a hoodie, jeans, combat boots. his hair’s been tied up for the moment in a loose bun; dark brown-near-black bangs frame his face. he reeks of sea salt, petrichor, innumerable forgotten things. a beat of silence - the ambience of passing cars, distant horns, morning birds ignored - passes before he speaks to the sky,

❛ is the person who runs this joint dead too or something... ?? ❜

— @wlfsbane tapped the glass for a starter

#▐ ⤏ ❛ 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝘼𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙀. ▐ ┉┉ ( ii ; wanderer. )#▐ ⤏ ❛ 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍. ▐ ┉┉ ( closed starter. )#( pasha vc: fuckin MORGUE WORKERS always LATE and not expecting WEIRD VISITORS... smdh. )

⤿ SELDOM does he visit libraries, let alone venture beyond their oft welcoming gardens. the reasoning varies from day to day: on mondays, they remind him of his existence - devotee of devouring koi, herald of orcas aplenty - and bring him to mourn for some worsened self; on tuesdays, they are too quiet for his liking (too silent, too empty). wednesdays are neutral days. thursdays and fridays and all other days are irrelevant, for wednesdays are neutral days, and thus he can approach without feeling cosmic contempt. existence is housed here - all things that have been, that currently are - and, to him (only on wednesdays) they could indeed appear to be some kind of holy house. despite the grief they bring him, he will openly admit to admiring their systems of organization. all things are within reach and, if he cannot find them, someone else can. evidently, funnily enough, the means of putting books away remains standard across shorelines. from worlds locked in the medieval ages to those who venture into the stars, all libraries possess a similar means of making themselves accessible. of course, he may very well be generalizing. he is, in fact, doing exactly that. it doesn’t matter. no one knows this. no one will ever know this. he blinks, and remembers the book he’s holding only as it tumbles out of his grip. a curse slides out under his breath none too loudly, and he plucks it off the floor. he tucks it under his arm and emerges from the collection of shelves, peering out towards the tables laid out in the center of the library. with the windows frosted and the weather beyond a familiar fog, pasha cannot quite tell what time of day it is.

the unanimous chill of the library urges him to tug his jacket a touch tighter around himself as he walks. for once, he leaves no trail of tar behind him: restraint is at play, if only for the sanity of the few around him… … including, evidently, the one asleep at the table before him. energy drinks are stacked ‘round her like castle walls. now normally, pasha would not bother to wake someone who’s so clearly tired. he would leave them be and simply sit at a different table. the book beneath the other, however, intrigues him. it’s similar to his own - a sequel or prequel maybe, or following edition with more information - enough to catch the eye. pasha clicks his tongue and gently shakes the other’s shoulder. the gentleness lasts for approximately three seconds before he shakes a little harder. ❛ hey, you dead or something ?? ❜ it is likely not the most insane thing the person has heard as of late. the world is in a constant state of absurdity, after all. that being said and known, pasha does take a little bit of pride in the smarminess of his own voice. he’s sure that’s broken a record somewhere.

— @hearteris tapped the glass for a starter

#▐ ⤏ ❛ 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝘼𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙀. ▐ ┉┉ ( ii ; wanderer. )#▐ ⤏ ❛ 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍. ▐ ┉┉ ( closed starter. )#( I SAW THE NOTE ABOUT SLEEPIN IN LIBRARIES AND COULD NOT RESIST )

voidorca

― 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 !!

#VOIDORCA. a study in existentialism // undeath // the pursuit of the self.

independent && nonfandom original character, adored by theo

𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 !! ―

promo image by @mochacappuccino.

#▐ ⤏ ❛ 𝙄𝙏 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙂𝙊𝙀𝙎 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝘼𝙇𝙇. ▐ ┉┉ ( self reblog. )#( love my son. my weird comfort son. my idiot. )

voidorca

⤿ STARTER CALL. tap the glass heart for a fish to talk to you. he'll be polite i promise ( i'm lying ).

#▐ ⤏ ❛ 𝙄𝙏 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙂𝙊𝙀𝙎 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝘼𝙇𝙇. ▐ ┉┉ ( self reblog. )#( will be doin these durin my shift today for new followers if anybody wants one! )

⤿ BEHOLD him here: a forgone conclusion of reality’s will written in neon pink - ‘grief will always be there, in that hollow part of your chest.’ there is little solace to be found in this, really. for a little while, he supposed he was fine with it; it was hard not to be, all things considered (dead and all, it was hard to not search for some backwards peace). he is the result of something that should have never come to light, a drowning in clear and calm waters - and here he is now, drowning again. the rain seldom bothers him. he has, in fact, learned to love it at times. petrichor has grown to be one of his favorite scents; he walks without umbrella or care for the rain that flattens his hair to his head and bleeds into the fabric of his sweater; he stomps on the bottom of puddles like they’ve personally offended him. somewhere farther off from him, in the heart of the city, golden lights dim; the last of the fans from some concert have trailed out, with their idols long since having left. he expects traffic sooner or later, which means a higher chance of getting soaked by the upkick of passing tires. everyone has already gone home, says the universe, there is no one left to meet you when you stop walking - so don’t stop walking. it’s by pure and complete chance that he comes to a halt under a merchant booth, one detailing pictures of some batshit idol. he does not mind the rain, but he hates the chill. sooner or later, he’ll have to get back somewhere warmer. without thought, his hands rise to cup against his forearms. he runs them up and down, shoulder to elbow and back again, as if to warm himself up. he’s really starting to hate this city.

— @takeabbyte tapped the glass

#▐ ⤏ ❛ 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙊 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙎. ▐ ┉┉ ( verse tbd. )#▐ ⤏ ❛ 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍. ▐ ┉┉ ( closed starter. )#( GAMBLER'S CHOICE WHAT VERSE THIS IS IN I LEFT IT AS OPEN AS I CAN ASLKDFALFJ )#( MODERN? POST-MOVIE? WANDERER FOR PASHA? ITS ALL IN THE HANDS OF THE LORD NOW. )

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