#/ Whispers lost in the endless void./ (Queue)

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Your Mythic Eye Color

PIERCING YELLOW. Your personality would most likely relate to this mythic eye color. Representing one who acts on instinct and has a quick thought process, your ability to assess a situation in no time is very surprising. You may very likely have a love for or a strong connection to nature and animals as well. As such, your personality could be related to that of a stealthy cat or cunning wolf.

Yellow eyes are represented by.

The elements of Wood and Air

The season of Autumn

West-

Darkness

Some attributes of those with yellow eyes.

Quick to react.

Plans ahead and does not procrastinate.

Observational and attentive to their environment.

Prefers the company of animals to people

Tagged by no one.

Tagging. @bloodiedice @mediicvs @deliriumang3l @d1rtyhandss @sept18mbr @sacredpyre @empreys @ofcrossrcads @the-wonderland-jinx @therelentless and anyone else who sees this.

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nice shoelaces. Lyrics: We built a world out of reblogs and dreams, A kingdom of gifs and eternal memes. From Superwholock to aesthetic skies, We found ourselves in strangers’ cries.

Where the night’s dark shade and chaos collide, Our dashboards turned the tide. The mess, the art, the wars we fought, A place for all the misfits forgot.

Scrolling through the endless void, Fandoms clashing, ships destroyed. But we rise, through flame and fight, For the culture born in moonlight. Tumblr hearts never die! In the chaos, we still fly. From the depths of the tags, To the memes we dragged. Tumblr hearts never die! Oh, the Mishapocalypse burned us alive, And the blue-gray sea kept us deprived. The porn ban came, and we stood our ground, We lost a war, but the spirit was found.

Text posts screaming into the abyss, Queue it up, so nothing is missed. Through soft grunge haze and cottagecore dreams, Our dashboards were bursting at the seams. Scrolling through the endless void, Fandoms clashing, ships destroyed. But we rise, through flame and fight, For the culture born in moonlight. Tumblr hearts never die! In the chaos, we still fly. From the depths of the tags, To the memes we dragged. Tumblr hearts never die! The staff posts made us lose our minds, “Happy Birthday, Tumblr!” in Comic Sans signs. We lost the replies, then brought them back, Our dash a glorious trainwreck attack.

Through tags that whispered truths untold, We built a place where the outcasts hold. Through every phase and every fight, Tumblr taught us to ignite.

Tumblr hearts never die! In the chaos, we still fly. From the depths of the tags, To the memes we dragged. Tumblr hearts never die!

We’ll keep scrolling, we’ll keep strong, In this strange place where we all belong. Through all the years, the highs and lows, Tumblr’s anthem forever glows.

Tumblr hearts never die… They never die.

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THE VOID TAGS.

/ Darkness is not ordinary. / (The void introspection)

/Cloaked in silk and velvet./ (The void wardrobe.)

/ Lost in a world of ghost stories and rainy days / (The void aesthetics)

/ My mind is like a deadly disease./ (Musings of the void.)

/ I have a void to fill./ (The void dash game)

/I can't help this awful energy./ (The void open starter)

/Damn right you should be scared of me./ (The void in character)

/Darkness falls across the land./ (Prompts)

/ The void invaded me, and I became it./ (The void vessel)

/ What if I say I am not like the others? / (Main verse)

/ I fear no evil, for the shadow is mine./ (Supernatural verse)

/Only a monster can deal with another monster./ (Supernatural demon void hybrid verse)

/The darkness calls to me./ (Star Wars AU)

/ Walking the witches road./ (Marvel verse)

/ You are a weapon, and weapons don't weep. / (Wolverine variant AU verse)

/Two voids don't make a light./ (Answered ask)

/ Whispers lost in the endless void./ (Queue)

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❝ I would prefer you to call me an entity rather than a man or male if we are bringing pronouns into our conversation. ❞ He leans against the wooden surface of the doorframe of his front door, and the smell of bitter black coffee lingers in the warm night air. It wouldn't be hard for them to figure out where the smell was coming from, as a polystyrene cup of coffee rests within the palms of his gloved hands. ❝I'm an eldritch horror and a void fox, though I highly doubt that you have heard of my kind. ❞

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❝You are making me feel terribly unwanted.❞

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In battle... Your Muse

Bold what applies, italicize sometimes. Repost, don't reblog.

fights honourably / fights dirty

prefers close - quarters / prefers ranged combat

chats during / goes silent

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily / attacks rarely

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle

rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging

fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

prefers  a  blade  /  prefers  a  gun  /  prefers  hand  to  hand  combat  /  prefers  a  bow  /  prefers  a  shield  /  prefers  a  personalized  weapon /  prefers  magic  or  spells

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies  on  strength  /  doubts  their  strength  /  relies  on  speed / relies on heart

uses  everything  they  have /  proceeds  with  caution  /  hides  their  full  potential

exhausts  quickly  /  has  high  stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set

fancy footwork / sloppy footwork

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts  defeat  /  refuses  defeat  /  begs  for  mercy

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing / a secret fourth thing

has ptsd / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill

wants  to  die  standing  /  would  succumb  slowly

Tagged by. No one.

Tagging. Everyone who sees this.

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BLUSH. Lollipops, warm cheeks, lip gloss, flowers, flamingo feathers, painted nails, heart glasses. Your essence is blush: you are outspoken and protect your heart by never offering an apology. You seize your desires; there is a particularity to your passions, and not many are privy to your reasonings. You are protective and extend your heart in a way you will never accept in return. You are the trendsetter. You are the defiant. You find kinship in like-minded individuals of crimson, red, tawny, and coral, who share your aspirational intensity. You are also drawn to the honest souls, lilac and cream, who will help you grow and realize you are not always under critique. However, you may struggle to get along with the internal personalities of sky and beige who are too self-effacing.

Tagged by @mediicvs ( <3) Tagging. @m4tthewdonovan @opiumnoire @bloodiedice @hangtenn @coastercruushed and anyone else who sees this.

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Random muse associations for the void.

animals. Black foxes. Black flying foxes. Black rats. Oriental black shorthair cat. Dobermans. Magpies. Crows. Ravens.

mythological creatures. Void kitsune. Wraiths. Tariaksuq. Nalusa Falaya. Shadow people. Hide-behind.

mythological figures. Hades. Erebus. Nyx. Thanatos. Apophis. Kali.

drinks. Orange martini. Black coffee. Orange pekoe tea. Blackberry martini.

food. Black velvet cake. Cabbage rolls. Potstickers. Licorice sticks. Dark chocolate. Charcoal icecream.

fruits + berries. Blackberries. Plums. Dates. Black cherries. Pomegranate.

flowers. Black dahlias. Black roses. Purple lilies. Queen of the Night tulips.

spices. Cinnamon. Black pepper. Sumac.

materials. Leather. Silk. Velvet. Lace. Wood. Obsidian. Charcoal.

weapons. Claws. Teeth. Magic. Compulsion. The night itself.

clothes. Long, flowing black cape. Black jumper. Velvet black trousers. Knee-high leather boots.

gemstones. Obsidian. Black tourmaline. Black agate. Black opal. Onyx.

colors. Black. Raven black. Pitch black. Charcoal. Blackcurrant. Purple nocturne. Lilac.

weather + time. Fog. Frost. Black ice. 3am. Icy cold wind.

disasters. Sinkholes. Earthquakes. Wildfires. Sandstorm.

locations. Graveyards. Dark alleyways. Empty streets. Sitting at the back of a coffee shop. His bar, called the black hole and his antique shop. A rooftop.

miscellaneous. Black holes. Black lace. Fingerless leather gloves. Liquid kohl eyeliner. Dark eyeshadows. Matte black fingernails. Blood-red full moons. Thorns. Faceless shadow creatures. Eclipses. Black eyes that glitter with stars. Ouija boards.

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@coastercruushed continued from here.

There are certain nights that are not meant to be quiet, no matter how much he wanted them to be and as he makes his final circular patrol around the graveyard of lost, unwanted souls that even Hades would be stubborn in letting through the gates of the underworld with his headphones blaring angst-sounding music into his eardrums, he senses he is no longer alone. He expects to see one of the familiar faces of the ghosts he had gotten highly acquainted with as he was in the middle of cleaning the abandoned graves covered in weeds and dead leaves but instead he is looking at a spirit he had never seen before, one that is brimming with so much life despite being dead. It sickens him and the pistol he always carried with him on spooky outings like this mainly for protection (it is loaded with iron bullets, the only metal that could make a spirit feel pain), as he knows that not every ghost he meets will be friendly, is slowly lowered the moment he understands he is no threat to him yet there was still a hint of confusion etched into his features because why was he out here? There is fog slowly moving in and he watches it climb up the headstones until it obscures everything in sight before turning his head to look at him again. ❝Hello.❞ He doesn't reciprocate his wave or smile; he instead continues to look at him in a hostile, unblinking manner. ❝You still haven't answered my question on why you were following me. ❞ Had he been following him to see why he was exploring an abandoned graveyard so late at night? ❝What is your name, spirit?❞

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what kind of love are you ?

LOVE AS A FLAW. Cowering, your love hides in the dark. In shadows and under cover of night, your love runs from corner to corner, afraid to linger, afraid to be caught. Afraid, afraid, afraid of everything. When you fall in love, it is with alarm bells ringing. Your love is a mistake, a flaw in the code, a purchase you don’t remember making and desperately want to return. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t want this. It’s a problem–– your problem ––and you would do anything to pass it off, burn it away, scoop it out of you with bare hands, or carved out with hooked knives before it can destroy you. Get it out; just get it out now. You don’t care who you hurt in the process, only that you can’t afford to be hurt first. Being loved by you is to be loved by a figment of the imagination. It is to be loved in halves, or not at all.

TAGGED BY. No one.

TAGGING. @bloodiedice @purrfatale @hcrctic @shesnipes @malka-lisitsa and anyone else who sees this.

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"🫶🏻"

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@purrfatale continued from here

He knows he could have said it better, told her the real reasons for why he wasn't in the greatest of moods to openly converse with her over what would have been considered a lavish candlelit dinner had they not been sitting in a booth of a backwater diner on the outskirts of Gotham City but he had instead angered her by coming across as infuriatingly aloof and he brings his teacup back up to his lips to drink a delicate sip of the scalding hot blackberry liquid. The onyx rings on his left hand make a soft, clinking sound on the platter surface of the cup as he wraps both of his hands around it to absorb some of its much-needed warmth. The temperature of the city was unseasonably cold for late July and he was glad he had decided to wear his faux fur-lined black coat before he had left his pokey little apartment this evening. He strangely misses the tropical temperatures of New Orleans and the sound of uplifting jazz music that echoed down Bourbon Street whenever he cracked open one of his bedroom windows to let a fresh breeze in.

❝ Alright, relax. I forget how sarcastic you can be sometimes. I know I could have said it better. It's just that I am going through a lot right now. I'm still fairly new to this city and the cops for some reason, have been watching me like a hawk even though I have done nothing to earn their suspicions.❞ He continues to maintain eye contact with her as he slowly removes the magical glamors that he had meticulously placed over his thermal facial scarring and damaged eye, the one with no pupil, which makes it appear to be as black as night when in actual fact it was the color of a moonstone, pure white and clouded over. ❝Are you sure you still want to be around me now I have shown you my real appearance or will you grab your coat off the back of your chair and leave? You are a beautiful woman, Selina, and I have grown quite fond of your company over these past couple of weeks, yet I am not going to force you to stay. I just hope you can come to terms with seeing the real me, scars and all.❞

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❝Tell me, does the dark side of the Force call out to you as loudly as it does to me?❞

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❝I don't see how any of that is your business.❞

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@bloodiedice continued from here.

[SMS : Alexei] I'm used to people talking in drunken gibberish, both in person and over the phone. [SMS : Alexei] It comes with the territory of owning a bar, not that I have any reasons to complain since most of my patrons tend to be nice drunks rather than aggressive ones. [SMS : Alexei] My adoptive father often comes back home from work drunk and occasionally injured. I regularly had to patch up his wounds that he obtained on hunts when I was a child. He is a hunter and a supernatural researcher, though he has thankfully put those days of hunting vampires long behind him to focus on his research. [SMS : Alexei] I would have told you sooner but I didn't know how.

He places his phone into the top pocket of his long coat without waiting for Alexei to text him back before teleporting into his home. He almost hesitates to step into the living room, where he knows Alexei will likely be with Sasha curled up on his lap on the couch, as he is slightly nervous that he will be angry with him for not revealing his adoptive father's true vocation sooner but he eventually steps into the room despite his reservations to find the television is switched on to maximum volume and sees that one of Lady Gaga's many videos is currently playing on the wide high-definition screen. ❝You know, if I knew you were in the middle of having your own music concert, I would have added glitter to my makeup.❞ He jokes as he sits down on the sofa next to him and strokes the top of Sasha's furry head. ❝Can you turn it down just a tiny bit? I am struggling to hear myself think, let alone talk to you without being forced to shout over the music. Have I ever told you that my two favorite songs by Lady Gaga are Killah and Lovedrug?❞

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@bloodiedice continued from here.

He is practically towering over Alexei as they stand side by side in the queue. The heels on his expensive leather boots that add an extra two inches to his already lofty six-foot-four stature. He has a black earbud quietly playing music in his ear and he hums along to the tune of Another One Bites the Dust by Queen while he taps his fingers along the side of his body in time to the beat. He was more than content to wait in line and let the three elderly customers be served before him, as he had all the time in the world, unlike them. He could already see death's bony hand on their shoulders, ready to move them onto the next life and he didn't want to give them a premature death by pushing them out of the way just to be first in line. He assumed Alexei would think the same as he did given how they were both immortal beings but then his partner starts complaining and he quickly realized he had been foolish in thinking that. He didn't have the patience of the void, where he could quite happily stand in silence, save for the music playing softly in his ear. He was a prima donna and he looked over at him with a scowl when he asked him to repeat what he had just said. ❝ You heard correctly, my love. I did indeed say no to you and will you please start acting your age rather than your shoe size? You sound like a spoiled brat, Alexei. I am not one of your yes men that you can easily wrap around your finger and command to do your bidding. I am the void. I am something you can't control. I am eternal and unknowable, and I forbid you from pushing in line. ❞ A sudden gust of wind comes out of nowhere and whips up his coat. It knocks over the pile of rubbish stacked neatly on a table that has yet to be cleaned by the staff who worked at the coffee shop. He waves his hand in a circular motion to disperse of the energy that he has accidentally unleashed and hopefully their fellow customers would think the wind was caused by a draft coming through an open window.

❝You should wait because the people in front of us are elderly and deserve your respect. How do you think it will look if you bulldoze them out of the way? You are a celebrity and one that their grandkids have likely talked excitedly about. ❞ He moves forward now that the third customer has been served. ❝Do you see that woman over there? The one dressed in red that is my grandmother, though she doesn't look a day over fifty-five since she's immortal like you and me. I will introduce her to you once we have bought our iced coffees and Danish pastries.❞