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[abyssinal]

@huxtapose

THERE is a sound like the tap-tap-tap of tiny nails: though there is something off. something strange. the steps are heavy, slow, unnatural. it is watching.  it is waiting.  there is something in the darkness.  that something is making its way leisurely  towards a certain general -- that tap-tap-tap more and more grating as it gets closer.  a quiet cackle erupts from one of the shadows. it only gets louder as that tapping gets closer.  that tap-tap-tap-tap-taping noise only grows louder discordant.  the laughter is now more like SCREAMING:  the tap-tap-tap is getting closer, closer, CLOSER --

all is silent. 

then there are nails -- sharpened to a point -- pressed to the back of the general’s neck -- eyes, staring at him from the shadows. the cackling resumes. 

                                 ‘ did no one ever tell you to be afraid of the dark? ’

[abyssinal]

ulquiorra: father can we stop at mcdonald’s? void: ulquiorra, i’m making dinner at home. ulquiorra, wiping away a tear away before it can ruin their Immaculate Eyeliner: i Hate this fucking family

[abyssinal]

@youmaythinkyouknowme

it’s dark.

                                           the VOID is under her bed:                                            portal to the unknown,                                           miasma and dark fog filtering                                           across the floor. and many eyes blink up at her, some fast, some slow.

‘can i come out now?’

[abyssinal]

@bythecode we met thru your pitch right? that was ... 50 years ago bc it was on my First (1st) void blog

[abyssinal]

starter call!!

mutuals! lms for a starter!

[abyssinal]

@iatrical

there are voices, murmurs  coming from every corner of the room:

                                     THE SHADOWS ARE ALIVE!

and they are writhing, coiling -- inching towards the man.                                          overlaid over the voices,                                                         over the murmurs,                                           is a terrible laughter                                          that only grows in volume as                                           it continues. from the inky black darkness a figure emerges: wearing a suit, looking almost human. but there is something off about it. something in its eyes.

‘ ... you called?’

[abyssinal]

                                               void personification 

                                    IND. FANDOMLESS OC

                                                written by alanah.

[abyssinal]

for a moment ... 

                                      A NEAR SILENT CHUCKLE                                       IS HIS ONLY RESPONSE.

that only gets louder, louder -- louder  as it continues.

                                           there is MALICE                                            hidden in that sound                                            a heavy weight                                             that only grows                                             heavier as the                                            laughter gets louder. 

“... nothing.”

(  he hears it like a nightmare, like fingernails scrabbling over a door he closed a long time ago.  his name has never risen the prickling bristles of his hair up on his neck like this before                      )  

❛                       who’s there?  ❜

[abyssinal]

starter call!!

mutuals! lms for a starter!

[abyssinal]

hello its me ... and im here to Ruin Everything

@abyssinal

[abyssinal]

                                               void personification 

                                    IND. FANDOMLESS OC

                                                written by alanah.

[abyssinal]

@singedred

a laugh.  no -- a cackle.  perhaps reminiscent of a clown, perhaps not. (it matters not.) the laugh is everywhere:  quiet, loud: emanating from the walls,  THE SHADOWS. 

that laugh is everywhere. 

[abyssinal]

@soldatzimy

its voice is a low croon,  barely able to be heard SUBVOCAL (hidden) -- hair-raising. 

“ ... james ... buchanan ... barnes ...”

[abyssinal]

                                               S I L E N C E. 

for a moment there is nothing but silence. the darkness stills. the wind is muffled. the birds cease their chirping. the silence lasts for a lifetime. the silence lasts for a second. 

                      then it is as if a switch is flipped and noise resumes --                       the s o f t sound of wind whistling and birds chirping                       thunderous and piercing after the total silence. 

in the corner, the shadows begin undulating and start to inch towards the boy, their movement stilted, jerky, and unnatural. 

                                                            ‘eren ... ‘

and this time the voice is warmer. familiar -- it has a mother’s touch. 

                    (and it is warm, but unnatural still.                      there are too many voices speaking at the same time,                                                 too many voices screaming,                                                 too many murmuring.                                                                  many are inaudible.                                                                  many are not.)

                           ‘eren ...                                                               come closer ...’

Abhorrent tongue treads in ultimate DREAD through his ears & boy knows not who encounters him in his moments so solitary– he is suspicious, or rather he is confused, or rather he holds emotions of so many & holds not the knowledge of a skilled veteran, so alert to closest comrades & enemies alike. Instead he is pitiful, lonesome, VULNERABLE & he is AFRAID. A voice that reflects only his interior would shred through the lips that remain open in a slight perch as head directs itself about in a motion that lacks any form of hesitancy’s definition. THIS IS NOT THE VOICE OF ONE SO FAMILIAR.

     ＂– Who’s there ?! ＂

[abyssinal]

venatorx

‘eren...’ 

             there is a voice coming from the darkness.            it is a whisper and a shout all at once,               forty thousand voices screaming and murmuring,               c̬͢ ̱͕̖̦̖͕ļ ̤̻̣͖̤̥̦a͇̙͚ ̛̭̖̣͚̹̝m̭͓̮̻ ̷͎͔o̳̦̯̝̗ͅ ̼̜̜͎̙r̜͕ ̣̥͓̙̩͚͕͠i͍̪͕ ̫̰͇̟̥̹n ̯̳͔̘g̱̯̻̭ for the boy’s attention.

                        it is the very sound of temptation,                              and it beckons the boy c̰͍̙̕l̡̮͎̳̬̘̩͔̯o͚̼̤̞̹͖̗͟s̵̪̗̱̰e͚r̷͓͖̼͕͢ . 

                                                        ‘EREN ...’

[abyssinal]

glivasha replied to your post:>begins following ppl even tho my blog is still...

i want to join this trash clan.

you are too pure and good for trash clan 

[abyssinal]

>begins following ppl even tho my blog is still half of a wip >jumps into the abyss