#call to the void

[threeicedcreams]

Waht if we kissed on the pokemon legends z-a anti homeless architecture bench,

[roshi-time]

might be cooking with this new artstyle..

[mtg-art-daily]

Call to the Void

Bhaal's mortal children carried within them a darkness that, left unchecked, would devour them all.

Artist: Liiga Smilshkalne

[thestagsman]

I need fan art of Asa falling forward (like she always dose) in front of the same building from the last chapter that they are keeping Denji in. Like shot from the same low angle as the last panel. Like if we just replaced the legs in that panel with Asa sprawled on the ground in her go to move we would all agree that it definitively has to be her and not Reze or Nayuta.

[jonathantheduck]

I HEARD BACK FROM PAYPAL!!! And it's going to be resolved and it's going to be ok. Thanks to all the gossip deny believing in and all the people or the void!

[birdgirl-22]

not like anyone is going to stop me.

[rockyoushow]

UK Rockers CALL TO THE VOID Reveal New Single And Video For "Viper’s Venom"

  Mesmerising UK rockers, CALL TO THE VOID, have now revealed their anthemic new single, Viper’s Venom.  Listen to the band at – https://open.spotify.com/artist/5ovBGDagOzjlovvaBtIc6y CALL TO THE VOID are an intensely intriguing four-piece rock crew hailing from London. Fronted by Jack Osborne, with John McGlade on guitar, John Settle taking care of the groove on bass, and Glen Bartholomew…

[fanservicesimp]

Here is the link for Support submissions!!

Below is a template you can copy and paste to submit if you have time :-) (just fill in your name)

Dear Tumblr Support Team,

I am reaching out regarding an issue affecting the visibility of posts from the Tumblr user @disarmonia. They have been experiencing what seems to be an ongoing shadowban, preventing their posts from appearing under any tags, including their own username, despite being told by Tumblr Support that their page’s full functionality has been restored.

This issue is severely impacting their ability to share their artwork and grow their community. They previously faced similar issues that took weeks to resolve, and it is incredibly frustrating to see them go through this again.

Could you please look into this matter as soon as possible? It would mean a lot to the community that values their content and wants to support their work.

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Right, basically Tumblr Support said my page was "restored full functionality" after being shadow banned for weeks and falsely flagged as spam. Turned out my posts are STILL not visible under tags, any of them, including my own name. This page was my hope to grow some following and share my art after the bird site turned into a hostile hellhole and started suppressing my posts based on where I'm from. Will likely take weeks again before Support people get back to me. Just so tired of this. I just want to share my art with people. I don't feel like posting something new when I know barely anyone's gonna see it. If you have a minute to file a support ticket on my behalf, please do, maybe it will speed up the process. Thank you. :(

[egophiliac]

once again, don't think I'm not still obsessing over 7-12

(eventually I will get back to being less scribbly, whoops)

[navarr-esthelian]

Silent Night

Navarr lay in the quiet of the shelter, selecting a bedroom near the street to keep an ear out for danger. It was these quiet times in the dark of night that he hated the most. When the whispers came to him, and the random visions of either his own death, or his glory, or the endless chaos he could embrace came to him, teasing and soft, like the gentle caress of a lover at his ear. 

It was the quiet moments when the call of the void became strongest. 

He didn't consider himself a very strong-willed man, often giving in to the pleasure of indulgence. But for the last three years or so, his own resolve surprised him.

What had he compared it to, when he spoke with Javier that evening? “I’m very much like a cockroach. You know, the ones you step on and they never seem to die.” Javier had commented that the thought was gross. But Navarr admired the cockroach. They would persist long after the world was in ruins.

You could end them all. Poison the drinks that you share with your comrades. They would be none the wiser. Throw the underworld into chaos.

There it was, the whisper at his ear, at once familiar and unexpected. The skin on his neck prickled, as if this whisper was a tangible being that shared his body and mind.

Nope. Not tonight, bitch. He leaned over and grabbed something on the nightstand, a tablet to place under his tongue, something developed by Alleria when the whispers became too much to bear. He used it much like a prophylactic, when he wasn’t in the mood to deal with the constant temptations. He often wondered if using them too much would build up some sort of tolerance, but since it had been a while since the whispers had come back he figured it was still working.

It had to work. The last time he came too close to giving in…

He shuddered at the thought, and waited for the soothing feeling to overtake him as the drug dissolved under his tongue. 

It couldn’t happen again.

[charl0ttan]

its so so scary that you can just look back at years old discord messages any time you want for instant psychic damage

[sure-ill-eat-anything]

John: What are we gonna do? Ride Bob?

The rest of the Thunderbolts, the audience members, and the AO3 writers:

[hatsbuckets]

John Price who's tired after missions.

John Price who strips his gear haphazardly and slides on his last clean shirt and sweatpants.

John Price who rubs his face dramatically, huffs, and ignores the after action report he needs to finish up.

John Price who collapses on to the couch in his office, sprawled out on the thing that's almost too small for him.

John Price who doses off right then and there, not caring an ounce for his comfort otherwise.

John Price who barely cracks an eye open when the door to his office drifts open, the warm light from the hall seeping into the dark room, and a particularly exhausted Sergeant enters.

John Price who closes his eyes and just opens his arms, accepting the weight of one Kyle Garrick on top of him, wrapping his arms around the man.

John Price who breaths in time with Gaz as the smaller man shoves his nose into John's shoulder, to which John sighs contentedly.

John Price who doesn't open his eyes when the door cracks open again and the familiar presence of one sleepy Scotsman shoves his way onto the couch next to them, somehow, impossibly, perfectly. The warmth of one John Mactavish burrowing into his side.

John Price who moves his arm so that one is around Gaz and the other is around Soap, sprawled and wrapped into each other on the couch that's definitely too small for them.

John Price who hardly notices when the door opens again, and one silently tired Lieutenant sits on the floor, leaning back against the couch.

John Price who reaches over, gives the man's shoulder one good squeeze, and his hand is caught in the callused fingers of one Simon Riley.

John Price whose eyes scrunch in a smile when his hand is graced with one gentle press of lips before it's released.

John Price who sleeps warm and comfortable in his pile.

John Price who's tired after missions,

but never too tired for his boys.

John Price who eventually snores but all of them are too exhausted to move and are undeniably comforted by the noise anyway.

gaz | soap | ghost

[thoughtswordsaction]

Call To The Void - Blow

“Blow” is a new single by Call To The Void, a London-based band. It is a second single that serves as an adequate follow-up to “Uncontrollable,” another exceptional track released last year. Soundwise, Call To The Void offers a fresh take on alternative rock sound but also pays homage to the late eighties and early nineties sound. Besides all the fundamental elements of modern alternative music,…

[louhinks]

girl save me

[soyochii]

Grown adults but also Highschool bullies fr