forum ame’s art and writing dump (or: ame’s one and only coping mechanism)
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(I AGREE WITH CLOVER THE TAROT CARDS WERE SO DELICIOUS)

@the-void-galactic public

Hey y’all!!
First of all, I promise I’m working on the art rn, it’s just a very slow process and I’ll probably only be able to work on it on the weekends </3

But!! I do have some writing motivation, and I wanna work on a new fic (AO3 exclusive, check my profile for the link to my AO3 please) bc it’s all I have the energy for, and I would rather finish something than keep working on another thing that won’t get finished as easily

Soooo!! Here’s your second vote for this thread!!!

  1. An alternate scenario for the Juno Incident, that isn’t canon whatsoever. What if Mind was the one who blinded Heart? (And severely regretted it??)

  2. Heart and Mind both have night terrors. Heart’s are via nightmares, Mind’s are via seeing things in the dark. Heart has a nightmare and heads to Mind’s room for comfort, only to find that he’s completely still and staring at… nothing. Fluff ensues.

@the-void-galactic public

Hey guysies

It’s been a while oops

So!! Updates!

As you all know, I’m writing primarily on AO3 now, and likely won’t post writing here (or art, see my art dump on AO3 for that?) anymore. However, you people still deserve updates on my most recent story that I did start here!

So, Fractured Dreamscapes. Yeah, the silly heart/mind/soul guys. That’s going to change… drastically.

I’ll try to update here as best as I can for new fic drops and character designs, but again this is an unreliable platform for my content now lol.

I will warn you, the au is taking a much more horror oriented path now, so… do with that what you will.

Also, I’ll try to rework the pages here, buuuut don’t rely on them. Please.

Helpful Links:

My Profile: https://archiveofourown.org/users/the_void_galactic/profile

The [OUTDATED] Fractured Dreamscapes series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3985693

Art Dump: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53670742

FD askbox: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54415813

And I’ll probably make an author QnA eventually.

MASSIVE thanks to everyone who’s supported me here, and I’ll (hopefully) see you on the other side!

@the-void-galactic public

How would we feel about me posting my fics here again? Ao3’s a fucking bust now, so. Yeah.

I’m terribly sorry for leaving. I regret it a lot now and i. Miss you all . Um. Yeah

@the-void-galactic public

VENT POETRY 🔥🔥🔥

I’m angry.
I’m hateful.
I scare people off.
I bare my teeth at my own peers
Because I’m alone and I don’t know
What I’m doing.
I’m scared
And I bite the hand that feeds me.
I’m shallow
Yet I care too much.
Caring hurts me
So I pretend I don’t care
Which hurts others.
I’m stubborn because I’m scared
To lose myself
And now you’re mad
Because something I think is incorrect.
I can’t form my own opinions
Because when I voice them
Even if they’re mundane
I’m suddenly on the wrong side
And I’m embarrassed.
I’m wrong to one side
Yet I’m also wrong to the other,
I don’t know where I’m
Supposed to be.
Do I even belong anywhere?
Or am I trying too hard?
I want to create.
I want to impress.
But everyone’s afraid and now
They don’t care and honestly
I’m always so close to giving up
Because I don’t see a point anymore
And I’m trying
I’m fucking trying
But maybe that’s the problem.
When will you realize that I’m one of the people
You’re so afraid of.

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Honestly ur creative abilities get me every time bro. You're such an amazingly artistic person

@the-void-galactic public

SPIDERVERSE ART BC GUESS WHOS BACK ON THEIR BULLSHIT‼️‼️ (Miguel & my OC Phantom (THEY HAVE BEEF….))

AND A BONUS INTRO THING FOR THE OC IN THE IMAGE:

…Let’s just get this over with.

A teenage girl storms down the hall of a nondescript building, frantically followed by two people, who look to be scientists of some sort.

My name is Phantom. That’s all you, or anyone, will ever know me by.

As she passes, the scene changes. She’s suddenly unconscious on an examination table, hooked up to odd machinery. One of the people from earlier seems to be injecting her with a strange substance now.

In a past life, I was just some experiment. They messed with my genes, injected stuff into my blood… they were trying to make me some kind of super-soldier.

The scene changes again. The girl seems to be flickering in and out of focus, looking around frantically, as if confused. The next scene shows her vomiting into a bucket, then fainting.

I got some cool powers, I guess. But usually they just made me really sick. They’d give me poison to see what I could take.

She is now hanging onto a wall, sticking to it by her hands and feet. She looks down at someone, and her blue eyes now have an unnerving red undertone. She lets out an odd hiss.

At some point, they gave me this weird spider venom. It… took a while to get used to the effects. But once I did…

The scene changes to the girl sprinting through the same hall as before, alarms sounding in the background as she was chased down. She broke through an emergency exit, escaping. The scene changes again to her lurking in an alleyway, her clothes now stained and worn, and she looks pale and malnourished.

I got out. I decided to lay low, even if it nearly cost me my life.

I know what you’re thinking, but no. I never became some hero. All I did was survive. But for some reason, they still found me.

The girl stands in front of a colorful portal, looking more wary than astonished.

The Spider-Society.

I wish this story had ended there.

The scene changes many times. First, she’s walking across a bridge, looking around somewhat fearfully. Next, she stands atop a building, looking down. She’s now wearing a light blue suit, with white metallic details and a hood pulled over her head. Her mask’s eyes were narrowed.

I tried to be what they wanted me to be. A hero.

The scene switches rapidly between her in her suit, fighting unidentifiable people, and her pacing back and forth in her room, gesturing angrily and ranting to herself. Eventually, she is seen punching the wall and cursing.

But no matter what I did, it wasn’t good enough. Too reckless, too dangerous, I got every criticism under the sun, and for what? I was never cut out for this. I told him so. And yet, it all came crashing down on ME.

She’s standing in the lab now, seeming to be in a shouting match with someone. Miguel O’Hara. She looks enraged, gesturing accusatorially at Miguel, who looks to be equally angry. She looks ready to attack him, but before she can—

She now stands in an alleyway, stamping something out on the ground. She looks up, and a not-quite-healed scar can be seen across her face. Claw marks stretching diagonally from her temple to her cheek. The camera zooms in on her eyes, the red hue almost overpowering the blue now. Then the scene cuts to black.

And now I’m here. Making his life a living hell, from a distance. I guess it’s my little way of getting revenge.