#twhnn ask

[lizzies-mailbox]

oli told me not to ask you about his love life so i'm asking you about his love life

what's up with him and ren and martyn? i'm very confused! help!

[@twhnns-mailbox]

Hello there!! I honestly have no idea. Oli normally tells me about all the drama during our weekly tea party, but he seems very adamant on avoiding this topic. I'll do some super secret research into it though, just for you!

[pesky-red-crow]

{Twhnn's curled up in a speckled ball at the base of some tree. Quiet and unmoving, they though this was the worst day they'd had in awhile. That they could remember, at least. Nothing seemed to be working properly. Their mind felt little more than a fuzzy haze of cotton, their vision blurry, their form falling apart at the seams.}

{They managed to notice the small crow looking at them, at least, finding it a bit curious.}

hullo there.

@twhnns-mailbox

[he lands on Their shoulder, looking at him. He was a very large crow, closer to the size of a small falcon rather than large crow. Yet he was light. He mimicked how redacted says hello.]

[itlw-mailbox]

i can s̴͈̾e̷̙̪̖͒̈̽e̵̫̫̤̓͊ you

can you Ɦ̵̟̟̻͛̓̂ͅé̶̡̢̝̞̹͓̄̀á̴̼͉͖̩̗̙̾͛́̏̕Ʀ̵͍̘͊̂ me?

[@twhnns-mailbox]

“Hello?”

[If this is another one of those damned watchers that’s been hanging around, I wouldn’t be happy.]

[miras-mailbox]

well, if you aren't an interesting one?

{Twhnn grins widely as they fizzle into appearance, a blurry humanoid shape of static and void and stars. They shift slightly, cocking their head as they study Mira.}

new, then? who might you be?

[Mira blinked, peering at the curious creature.]

“Hello, there. I am Mira.”

[I took a curtsey. Who was this, a fellow watcher? I didn’t waver my disguise though.]

“Who are you?”

[bigbs-mailbox]

well, don't you seem like such an interesting fellow!

{The void being fizzles into existence before BigB. Their form's blurry, as if seeing them from through a fog or a mist. However, they seem to solidify after a moment and offer a hand to shake.}

hello there, i don't think we've met!

[@twhnns-mailbox]

Hello hello! =:.}

Name’s BigB. How about you, d’you have a name?

@twhnns-mailbox

[roxygen17]

🌲 🍄 and🌻for my beloved redacted <3

🌲 he feels a lot. He feels his own emotions, he feels other’s emotions, he feels his own, and he loved to comfort people, even if he’s not always the best at it.

🍄 tea. Tea, Ocean Soup, and cheese. He likes bread and angel milk too. If he’s sad or upset, ask him if he wants angel Milk, or angle milk as he calls it, and he immediately cheers up. He enjoys tea the most, just so dedicated to the stuff.

🌻 a lot of little things make him happy. Hanging out with his family, the little preening thing red does to his hair, the sound of the Mourning doves when he wakes up, the rocks he finds out at the creek, the snails he sees in the thick of the forest, but most of all, the way Oli cares. He will complain, and say he’s fine on his own, but knowing someone is there? That he’s not alone anymore? It makes him happier than anyone knows, the same with moose/Twhnn.

[itlw-mailbox]

ⓐᴿₑ̼͓̣̫͆͗̉ 𐌙⌾ꚶ Ƨ̶̻ͣ̆̂͠Ꝋ̪̤̼ͥ̀ͯᖇ☈ሃ?̘̚

@twhnn

[There was a horrible, grating noise. Martyn was tired enough, he didn’t need this ontop of it. He could barely make out words.]

“Sorry?”

[He was sorry for a lot, but he’d rather eat glass than admit it.]

“For what- who are you??”

[It wasn’t a voice he recognised, and he cast wary glances around.]

[airen-bellamy]

Welcome to the vineyard! It's a bit chaotic out here, so be wary o' gettin' lost in the grapevines, but stick close to me and y'should be alright. It's simple 'round here, nice n'peaceful, n'so long's you ain't gonna go n'disturb everythin', we'll get along just fine.

I'm Airen, by the way, though everyone jus' calls me Bellamy. I take care of the vines 'til I hand the harvest off to the sophisticated wine-makin' folks up the valley.

You's prolly jus' gonna find me wanderin' about the rows, but holler and I'll find ya soon 'nuff. Watch out for critters an' I hope ya enjoy your time here! Stay as long as you like.

heyyo, the name's lark! (help what do you put here uhh)

no nsfw, lightly suggestive stuff and shipping are fine

this blog may contain some horror and stuff, anything potentially triggering will be tagged as such

feel free to interact, tag me, and send asks, etc.! officially a part of the hermit mailbox ask universe but I love to rp and will do so with anyone, including from other fandoms (we don't gatekeep here /lighthearted) :D

heavily connected to @twhnn, all other affiliations are here

tags-

#oops I got lost (in character stuff)

#you're not meant to be here (ooc stuff)

#visitors (asks)

#where'd the sun go (lore)

#the plants are dying (angst)

#idiot me (summat t'do with the other fella)

[itlw-mailbox]

“Mhm, doin’ fine, you?”

[Martyn lifted the axe to point at Twhnn. His expression his blank, if he can keep calm on the outside, it helps him ignore the clawing guilt.]

[Martyn needed another kill. He began aimlessly tearing through servers until he found his next victim.]

[The mass of chaos? Yeah, that’d do nicely. Martyn was pretty bloodied by this point, and his axe gleamed bright as ever.]

“Hey, dude.”

[He approached twhhn, grinning.]

@itlw-mailbox

{Twhnn's form flickers in worried uncertainty as they notice Martyn's bloodied appearance. A million questions shoot through their mind, though they doubt they'll have time to ask any of them, not with the axe Martyn has; it's clearly gotten much use.}

...hey, martyn. you, uh, doin' alright?

[itlw-mailbox]

{Twhnn crackles as they fizzle into appearance in the center of Martyn's base, holding their head with a low groan as they waver. Their knees buckle, vision blurring, and suddenly they're on the floor looking up at the ceiling.}

{Clearly they're not home, but they can't figure out where they are, or what to do, or where they're meant to be.}

{They manage to stand- even if their form is fuzzy, on the verge of collapse- and take a look around the place they find themself in.}

@twhnns-mailbox

[Martyn’s world was off. Stars were embedded within everything, glinting almost tauntingly. Void swirled at the edges of your vision, as if the world hadn’t bothered to render beyond the main focus of your sight. You are being watched by thousands. Not to mention, it reeked of ozone.]

[Martyn was outside, tending to a bed of wither roses- that was the only thing that grew, actually, was died a better word for it?- with his black, skeletal dog watching over him.]

[He glanced back, hearing the crackling- oh. Huh???]

“Uh, hello, can I help you?”

[He squinted, the thing seemed strangely familiar, had he seen the mass of energy somewhere before?]

[itlw-mailbox]

heard you and oli talkin'.

just wanted to say sorry for creeping you out and everything.

it was kinda funny though

i guess i get how. just. awful the void can be, y'know? the fact that i basically am the void now... well, i hate it, really. if i could be a player again it wouldn't even be a question.

wasn't thinking when i was messing with you, i suppose. the void sucks. sorry for reminding you of it.

@twhnns-mailbox

“Oh. I didn’t- erm, expect an apology. You can’t help how you look, I suppose. Sorry, for being quite rude. Rubbish move from me. I can’t trust you- not a personal thing- but, I’m still sorry.”

[itlw-mailbox]

are you or are you not in love with oli??? he keeps being weird about you and ren and I CANNOT for the LIFE of me figure it out.

sidenote- what's wrong with your world, man? that code stuff is NOT normal. (also can i mess around with it possibly 'cause that would be so cool-)

@twhnns-mailbox

“Huh? Oli? What’s he done this time then, eh? I mean he’s a pretty nice guy, and I suppose we were rats together…”

“My worlds been like that for a while, I think when I jump through worlds, it’s began leaving a big scar. You can certainly try messin’ about with it, just don’t break my world.”

[redacted-mailbox]

it wouldn't be out of the realm of possibilities to make a lasagna taste good with syrup, the sugar complimenting the marinara, and it's damn near a disrespect to sushi to say there isn't savory type's that would taste good with syrup.

greetings? Sup? Why is there another child in the void? Ayo goose ya know anything bout this? ( @twhnns-mailbox)

@orionsound-mailbox

Hello. …I don’t think I’m a child. I don’t remember for sure, and sometimes I feel oddly small, this corner of nowhere surprisingly large, so I might be, but I don’t think I am.

[twhnn]

█████████████ appeared infront of them, hanging upside down in the air.

“Why hello there…little one. You look different.”

(ooc: just btw your anon asks are off!!)

-█████████████ @watching-from-above

{Twhnn startles backward, falling flat on their ass and looking up at whOEVER that is with wide eyes. Their form starts to dissolve just from the surprise of the person's(?) appearance, but after a moment of frustrated concentration they manage to pull themself together again.}

jeez, you didn't have to scare me like that! are you trying to kill me? c'mon...

[twhnn]

i suppose that i should introduce myself, shouldn't i? that is, if anyone can actually hear me right now. no, you're reading this, aren't you, received in one of those blasted mailboxes that everyone here seems to have- ugh. whatever.

back to me. i'm not entirely sure where i am, honestly. what i am. i don't have many memories. or belongings. or much of anything, really. i'm just. here. i'm used to it at this point.

call me TWHNN. That Which Has No Name. fitting, isn't it?

i found this mailbox, though. amist the... nothingness. hopefully I'll be able to talk to you. you'll be able to talk to me. hopefully i'm not alone here. we'll wish. we'll hope. we'll see.

contacts i found programmed into this blasted thing: xxx

hi, i'm the mod, lark, they/them! twhnn is just an oc of mine that I thought would be interesting in this universe, so i figured i'd make a blog :D

be warned, i'm a great lover of lore and will probably make things poetic and angsty /silly

no nsfw but suggestive/shipping is fine

i'm honestly just here to see what happens lmao

tags-

#welcome to the void sucka (for in character stuff)

#isn't this a strange voice (for ooc stuff)

#hello there (asks)

#this doesn't seem right (lore)

#lonely again (angst)

#weirdo me (what it says on the tin)

[twhnn]

[Martyn needed another kill. He began aimlessly tearing through servers until he found his next victim.]

[The mass of chaos? Yeah, that’d do nicely. Martyn was pretty bloodied by this point, and his axe gleamed bright as ever.]

“Hey, dude.”

[He approached twhhn, grinning.]

@itlw-mailbox

{Twhnn's form flickers in worried uncertainty as they notice Martyn's bloodied appearance. A million questions shoot through their mind, though they doubt they'll have time to ask any of them, not with the axe Martyn has; it's clearly gotten much use.}

...hey, martyn. you, uh, doin' alright?