honestly i just made this so i could talk about my OC somewhere in peace
i've been working with void a lot as a character, creating vector assets for them and such for my next animation piece, and, i don't know, i just got stuck in a loop thinking about how much of myself i put into my characters, as a lot of them end up to be literally a representation of me at some point. void is no exception.
it's pretty normal for me to make a male counterpart for my female characters, but, seeing as void has a fuzzy gender definition, a buff bird man horse took that role. and void became this independent figure who stopped trusting things and started having them stabbed instead. "independent" is a really loose term, seeing as they only really and fully trust the only being they can communicate with, who is said bird man horse. so independence becomes fuzzy, too. Like are we really independent beings who can survive solely on our own? *takes long, metaphorical drag from philosophical cigarette*
i went through the awful experience of having to give my ex-boyfriend relationship advice over the summer, and it kind of followed me. we hadn't spoke for months prior, and i had changed into an entirely different person because of what i can mostly blame on a French guy who made pancakes and gave life advice. i said to my ex, when he told me all about how he was suffering because of some girl he was seeing, that being single established to myself how i valued my freedom over my need to be wanted, and that it was completely possible to do so. i'm still not sure if that's true at all. it probably isn't. i'd like both at the same time. but i am the champion at missing the boat for one or the other.
i think that's kind of why void manifest into what they are. this emotionally removed creature who went with the flow, even if it meant surgery from a spider, killing mythical forest critters, and traveling with the spaciest looking centaur-bird imaginable to fulfill their rightful duty of reducing things into nothingness. one of the biggest lessons i've learned as of late is that not everything has a reason nor needs a reason, closure won't always happen nor need to happen, and not knowing the answer or the truth is sometimes for the best. and that's what void represents in the end, i guess, that moving on warrants acceptance more than pursuit sometimes. or something. i don't know.
it's late and i'm tired and rambling because it's late and i'm tired.