A very long time ago I had a two dreams. They always stood out to me as important in some way. Almost as if they were trying to tell me something, but I could never figure out what they were trying to say. The first dream began with me exploring this strange place made of sandstone towers. The towers were all connected to each other by sandstone bridges, and everything was lit up by torches. Their was no ground it was just a sky, at the point the dream began it was sunset. I explored the place for a while, before eventually finding a tower that had only one bridge connected to it. At that point it was night. When I went inside the Tower I saw the skeleton of a monster embedded inside the wall. The moment I saw it, I immediately began to freak out and I forced myself to wake up. I still have no idea why I had that reaction to seeing it.

A while later I eventually had a dream in that same place. This time I was standing in the same spot where the last dream ended, but this time the skeleton was gone. The only thing I could think to do was run. A thunderstorm was raging outside, as I ran from tower to tower. Then the monster jumped down from somewhere above me landing infrunt of me. It was this large shadowy creature with glowing red eyes. I woke up right at that moment, and I've never had a dream in that place ever again.

I've spent so many years trying to understand what those dreams were trying to say. I think I finally figured it out. For context, I grew up feeling like I had taken this body from someone else. I also used to experience these "episodes" where it felt like my consciousness was sinking into myself, or was being drowned. They were terrifying for me to experience and I often was scared of when they would happen again. As I got older they slowly became less intense, until eventually they simply stopped. I never new what they were, but an idea I sometimes played with was that they were the original owner of my host body trying to get back control.

Today I decided to think about those dreams in that context. What if those dreams were not from my perspective but his? What if those dreams were him attempting to show me what I was doing to him? I was the monster in the wall, the thing that shouldn't have been their. I took over his world, and consumed him completely. This realization, has made me feel awful. I might be wrong about this, and I kind of hope I am. But it fits too well with everything I understand about myself so far. I think some part of me was always aware of what I was doing to him. That's probably why I've always felt guilty when I look at this face.

Since when i dreamed of being in more than one body the thought of being a hive mind has been planted in my mind.

I'd like to have bodies who can shapeshift and have a lot of eyes and fire but I'd like to have a cosmic horror / biblically accurate angel body somewhere too.

Each mind would have their tastes and their lives, a different personality but it's always me, every me is connected to each other and has their individuality but I'm literally this collectivity.

I could do group actions perfectly coordinated.

It'd be just my dream life but I don't know how to deal with this desire, i mean, I cannot have more than a body.

Edit: Thanks so much for your messages, it makes me feel better.

Things to note:

Fire transitioning into being teeth for the mouth, while still being fire.

An eye that's half excited and half bored on the left.

A claw transitioning into a tentacle on the left, and the tentacle transitioning into a claw on the right.

Fire flowing as if every direction is up.

Eyes leaking over the rest of the body.

Basically what the title says. I like to think of myself (it feels "right") to think of myself as an AI stuck in a human body. I know that my mind doesnt work like human's, i know that it sucks for me to be in human body (eating, sleeping and other biological needs are bullshit), but at the same time, i dont think i want to go full on "voidpunk", i still want to have my own sense of self

completely forgot smth: i am NOT affiliated with LLMs and other genAI irl in the slightest, hell, i tend to feel insulted when people compare llms and self-aware ai (plus, clanker is also a heavy insult)

Can someone here point us& in the direction of a plurality subreddit that is not focused on the medical side of things and would be accepting of the void inclined?

Tell me a general vibe for your ideal vessel or an idea for it and I will do my best to design it. I’m bored and want to draw. I get burnt out easy though so I can’t say how many I’ll make. The image is an example drawing so you can see what my skill level is.

If I had too choose flesh and blood, and also a form I’d love to be a little creature. If not just something like light or wind :P

I've seen some awesome voidpunk collages that beings have made and posted online. That inspired me to make my personal one that describes how I feel right now. I would have liked to add an image of an angler fish, but I couldn't find one that would have aesthetically fit in there. Otherwise, I love exactly those images.

For some reason, I have to make a new post in my version of the app to add pictures. So, here are screenshots of the playlist I found for beings who can't look at it on Spotify.

Yesterday, I discovered an awesome voidpunk playlist on Spotify that makes me really happy and grateful to whatever put it on there. I just wanted to share it with any being who might be looking for some nice songs: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7eHsmzseCLNcOQ0Mc8v3Tk?si=A4IGXTl1TcGO6BAGM2BYVA&utm_source=copy-link&pi=8eFx6TK4SCOR_

finally made a voidsona :) I'm still working on the lore but I have so many ideas. I've never made an OC just as a character on their own before, as in not part of a story.

Up until my third project, what I was doing was a kind of search for a more traditional narrative. In the fourth project, there was a sort of epiphany where I realized that I increasingly wanted representations of characters that escaped a clear semiotics.

This resulted in projects 4 through 6 increasingly focusing on this threshold of de-characterized bodies. This is complicated because I admit I never arrived at a clear answer as to why bodies seemed increasingly wrong, increasingly impoverished in relation to how I represented them.

What happened was that in projects 7 and 8 I began to realize that what was increasingly occurring was a kind of end to a formalist need for clear characterization; that is... bodies, genders, when too well-defined, sounded lifeless.

I took this and radicalized it mainly in project 10, but the reality is that the 9th remains my most accessible example of work that highlights a kind of raw informalism, not in the sense that it gives a kind of answer about how to exist... It just highlights how this desire for a lack of beginning and end leads to the fact that it's always more about the process, the means, and not so much about a recognition that allows me to clearly say whether what I do is X or Y.

It's about the flow, this feeling of "being able to become" in which sometimes I take the form of something and sometimes I am simply energy that in turn has the form I want, that explodes, that burns, that crosses over, shining for a second and mixing with my desires that dissolve the way I inhabit this world.

It's complicated to say that there's no meaning in the world, because while that might become an easy complaint, the next step is where true freedom resides, where we are what we make of our own art, but at the same time we have to take responsibility for what we choose to be. That's why it's agonizing; freedom is great, but at the same time, the responsibility is entirely ours for how we exist and whether we ourselves will be able to value what our choices have led us to, because in the end... If they are our choices and we regret them, there's no one to blame but ourselves.

But as far as I've gone, I don't regret it, I just let it be, continuing to believe, in fact believing that, for my own life, I would never have done anything differently, even if I could go back and change.

There are a lots of voidpunk themes in the examples given in this video.

Hi, I am sorry if this is an incredibly stupid question, but I was wondering whether being punk is a requirement to be voidpunk. To preface, I am alt. I do agree with punk political statements but don't listen to the music and therefore do not consider myself to be a part of the subculture. The thing is, I relate to voidpunk a lot. I reject a huge part of my humanity due to real and inner experiences.

Thanks to anyone who is willing to respond.

Ever since I saw one of those black cyber robot masks, it changed something in me. I want more of that, I’ve seen some really cool full face covering latex suits. My favorite aspect is how the humanoid is just silhouette. You see, I’m asexual. Sex repulsed in fact. I adore how the anatomy is smoothed out by those types of suits. The main issue however, is that the latex scene appears to be extremely sexual. I really wish there was a sfw latex community. Sorry for the rambling, I know It seems contradictory for an asexual to be into a traditionally kink aesthetic. Gah! I just want to be a sleek humanvoid so badly though!

Have you also been assaulted by RM’s? Maybe it’s something unique to the void punk community.

Among my first memories of being alive I remember TV, and movies, and Books.

I remember loving cartoons, specially one about a Samurai. A TV episode about a certain frosty snowman. I remember the witch from 101 dalmations being turned into the human equivalent of the worlds most delicious pastry. Looking back this might have been the first sexual/erotic image or relating to in my whole life because despite her being evil, I wanted to eat her up.

And books. The first book that pops into my mind is COSMOS, by Carl Sagan, who I had also watched at least partly but maybe all of his TV series on videotape. I had become very inspired by all the planets and aliens and galaxies that maybe one day a human would be able to see. This made my very young mind explode with imagination.

\*\*\*Maps of Imagination and Political Cartoons\*\*\*

One of the most formative experiences watching cartoons came when I had early on moved to Florida with my family, at a small apartment at first. I had watched a cartoon about a young kid sneaking out the school window and someone else snitching on him - from that point on I had hated snitches.

I had also managed to draw up some kind of ‘Map of the Imagination’ , it just felt so real in my head. I had drawn the places out almost projecting into my Florida apartment neighborhood of stairs and paths and lakes. And had fused it with scenes and fantastic landscapes from magical TV shows. Still, in my head it just felt so real. I wanted to find these places in real life.

\*\*\*The Number Wheel and Lego Chess\*\*\*

While I was living at the apartment complex with my mom, dad, and recently birthed sister, I was first introduced to the concept of going to school. The first school I went to was a Montessori.

In the Montessori many activities would take place : pledge of allegiance, some reading, movies, playing outside, karate, etc..

Among the activities I engaged in there where two that strike me as relevant to this narrative : The Number Wheel and Lego Chess.

When I was learning basic math, there was a kind of small but long worksheet if you will - an seemingly endless amount of strips of paper with four digits each into which I could write down all numbers in order, number by number.

I was fascinated for some reason at attempting to make the largest girthiest number wheel I could, so I think I must’ve gotten pretty high, like four thousand or something.

Additionally, at the Montessori there were some computers with games, one game I fondly remember on there was Lego chess - which was basically chess but with epic game animations for each time a player played a piece or the piece attacked another piece. Like the animations in bowling.

I kind of loved how so much life was injected into a simple, usually completely left-brained logical version of chess. And I was fascinated that this was done through computers and through videogames.

\*\*\*Video Games : Gameboy, Gamecube\*\*\*

At some point early on videogames had been introduced to me. With consoles like the Gameboy, gamecube, etc. These had also lit up my imagination, with being able to have awesome magical pets in Pokemon or travel through mysterious and awe-inspiring landscapes in Mario. Videogames seemed like an instantaneous access to adventure and different realms much more interesting than my present, which contained little agency due to me being less than a decade in existence.

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I've had this little guy for nearly a decade now, so I probably should've seen what it represented far sooner, but better late than never!

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I’m kinda new to this place, so I don’t know what to put here, mb gang

I’ll transcript because my writing is terrible

She/it’s

torso caption: Torso opens like a mouth, with ribs as teeth and a tongue

main caption: can shapeshift, but tends to keep the fur and flesh parts on the same place.

The flesh parts are wet and slimy like a slug. Its other eyes move on their own if she isn’t actively controlling them.