#<- just in case?

[plush-pigeon]

pokemon sv club room conversation spoilers!!!

don't read if you'd rather experience it yourself :>

screaming screaming screaming screaming I STIMMED SO HARD!! i'm so happy he brought him up UAAAAAGH!! going insane at the mere mention of bug man oh my GOODNESS

#I'M SO HAPPY #tw repetition #tw caps #indigo disk spoilers #<- just in case? #indigo disk #pokemon #pokemon sv #pokemon scarlet and violet #brassius #burgh #pigeon says stuff

[cluemily]

Head in hands at this moment.

[Transcript:

Bdubs: Impenetrable!

Gem: We're penetrating it right now.

Bdubs: Well I allow penetration!

Jevin: Woah, woah, woah.

[Keralis giggles.]

End Transcript]

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft spoilers #suggestive #<- just in case? #clue watches

[icehearts]

Routine.

Alternate (less dressed) version:

#and she's very meticulous about it #screenshots: mine #wol: esca #is this nsft? i don't even know! maybe? #spicy #<- just in case? #don’t look at me #look at her

[rainswept]

“Most classical accounts, including Pausanias (10.28) and later Dante's Inferno (3.78), portray the Acheron as the entrance to the Underworld and depict Charon ferrying the souls of the dead across it.”

The word is also occasionally used as a synecdoche for Hades itself. Virgil mentions Acheron with the other infernal rivers in his description of the underworld in Book VI of the Aeneid. In Book VII, line 312[13] he gives to Juno the famous saying, flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo: 'If I cannot bend the will of Heaven, I shall move Hell.' The same words were used by Sigmund Freud as the dedicatory motto for his seminal book The Interpretation of Dreams, figuring Acheron as psychological underworld beneath the conscious mind.

acheron ‘introduced’ us to penacony and the ‘dreamscape.’ we’re in hell. i don’t know if this means anything but.. knowing hoyoverse, maybe aventurine was right about her not being what she seemed.

also which hsr player got to the wiki 💀💀

#hsr #hsr spoilers #<- just in case? #honkai star rail #honkai star rail spoilers #acheron hsr #hsr acheron #penacony #acheron #i’m grasping at straws here #but….. ‘the interpretation of dreams’? #aventurine’s warning? #penacony overall being weird? #idk man.

[rotomblr-polls]

Your Pokemon Tournament - MATCHUP SEVEN

Remember, be nice to both competitors.

Art for Charcoal the Houndoom is by @rotomblr-polls and art for Oreo the Zebstrika is by @team-skull-unova.

Charcoal the Houndoom belongs to @anonymous-user-a and Oreo the Zebstrika belongs to @team-skull-unova.

Propaganda under the cut.

Charcoal the Houndoom - entry 116 “He was born with one leg missing, but he is a very brave boy. Please reward him.”

Oreo the Zebstrika - entry 141 “she loves attacking birds and i will let her do so if she doesn't win. no pidove will be safe. is that what you want? save the pidove, vote for Oreo“

#eyestrain #tw threats #cw threats #<- just in case? #irl pkmn #irl pokemon #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #rotomblr #rotumblr #pokeirl #your pokemon tournament #anonymous user a #team skull unova

[radiowlet]

NOW SPELL "SINNER."

F-R-I-E-N-D-S

WRONG, THE CORRECT SPELLING IS "Y-O-U."

(rbs>likes)

#this isnt a vent or anything just sona rp radio being edgy lmao #sona: radio #sfw furry #safe fur work #clean furry #fursona #tv head #object head #anthro #anthro oc #anthro art #furry #sfw furry art #eye contact #eyestrain #unsettling #<- just in case? #oh and #radio's radio

[scopop08]

Watching people start to get angry with Cub is so weird to me.

If everyone wasn't in on it Cub simply wouldn't place 3.5k sculk catalysts. No one would do anything on such a massive scale, especially something that effected the other players and their bases, that wasn't unanimously agreed upon.

I've also seen people call it "borderline griefing" which is a really weird take. Of course it effects the way landscapes look, but sculk only converts natural blocks (grass, stone, etc.) and will just put veins on player crafted blocks (planks, concrete, etc). Cleaning everything up would only take a couple players with hoes a few hours.

#also when have we seen hermits do large scale pranks that they didn't help clean up? #its all in good fun and if anyone involved wasn't okay with it it just wouldn't have happened #i think it's another cool attempt at lore from the hermit side and the bird app needs to calm down #these are all grown adults with taxes. they can manage themselves #hermitcraft #empires #empires smp #cubfan135 #discourse #<- just in case? #sco txt

[catboy-cyrus]

No one asked for this but here's a very pink Colress in the palette Figment

#I needed to draw another palette drawing this shit is really fun actually #he was meant to be facing the other direction to the cyrus one so theyd be a pair but i forgor which way i had him positioned #oops! #Colress #team plasma colress #my art #potential eyestrain #<- just in case? #I've been drawing so much recently its unreal

[rose-thorns-corner]

pathetic wet cat of a man (affectionate)

(reblogs appreciated :D)

#rose’s art #the magnus archives #the magnus archives fanart #tma #tma spoilers #<- just in case? #jonathan sims #jon jarchavist sims #tma the archivist #eli does fanart

[zombiesama]

caramellnico

whether I color this or not is yet to be seen but Yippee scribbly CaramellNico

#rice rambles #rice art #flashing #flashing / #<- just in case?

[nitromethane]

artfight 2023 revenge for @radiocataclysm of his character jam!!

#ill post this one cause i like how it turned out. go attack my friend @radiocat artfight NOWW #artfight #artfight 2023 #demon #eyestrain #<- just in case?

[battle-subway-ghost]

Musharna mail! It's a dream that's not yours, though it is familiar. It's bright, it's so bright that it hurts, the only thing you can see is a white void, there's no definition to it that can be made out. No up or down, no right or left, only a white void. Your body feels numb, you can't feel your blood or the heat in your cheeks. It's not that it's cold, you can't feel cold either, it's the absence of warmth, and the absence of cold.

When you stepped forward, the entirety of your body was weightless, the cloak on your back, the clothes on your body, the body itself was devoid of weight. If one hadn't known any better, it'd feel like floating. Null.

That'd probably be the best description of this place. It's not that gravity was dead, or the sensations in his body decayed, instead the world was null, it never had concepts of gravity or sensation to begin with. Which makes the next thing...Weird, out of place. A little red string of- well it definitely was of something, it lacked definition like the rest of this place, so maybe 'red line' would have described it better.

The string tied tightly to your index finger, enough that the surrounding skin turned white from pressure. Ahead of him, the string cleaved a path through the void, disappearing over the horizon. Naturally, you follow it, even if it's foolish to do so, there's nothing new here besides that string. Maybe it's important, maybe it's not, but it is something, and that something will be important to you no matter how insignificant. It never seemed to end, that string, twisting and beguiling into strange patterns on the surface. How something so enchanting to follow, could get so tiresome was beyond you, though it'd be foolish to stop now. After some time, more time than it was worth remembering, it led to a black blemish of ink in the world. The lake was pure black, the thing separating it from a hole in reality and a lake, was the sound -you hadn't even noticed the world had been completely devoid of sound until now- of water it made. Ink lapped at the shores of the lake, the way it swayed rhythmically, up and down, the lake looked like a beating heart of some animal. Maybe animal was putting it nicely, that ink was unnatural, but certainly organic. The string led to that thing, but you've come so far, it'd be foolish not to follow it now. And so you did, down and down into the shore of the lake, following the red string, stopping before the ink could reach your boots. The red string seemed to want to goad you further, further into the depths of the ink. Even you weren't that idiotic though, the lake wasn't outwardly dangerous sure, but it was an unknown, sure, it didn't emit an intent to kill like a froslass, but most things that could, didn't. Still, that opened up a question, what was inside this lake? The journey couldn't- shouldn't have been made useless because of one menial obstacle. You peered over the ink's edge, trying to gauge what might be inside the lake, of course it was nothing, an endless abyss into nothing. That was a little ridiculous though, wasn't it? The red string must be there. It didn't take long to find the tail of the string, and something else floating nearby the string. That 'thing' was blue, whispy strands of it fighting against the gelatinous like substance to move. Straining your eyes to see it only made the image foggier, patience was a virtue wasn't it? Should be only a matter of time before that breathing thing expels what's inside of it. That thing is visible now, breathing peacefully, his eyes are close, sleeping soundly while immersed in the ink. You, the unwanted Observer on this dream, know this face, after all you can recognize yourself in a mirror. There's another body just below his, being pushed up by the tide, it's useless to try and identify her from up here, and trying to investigate this lake further may be more trouble than what it's worth, judging by whose inside. So you sit down on the bank, staring off into the void, the sound of the lake breathing the only thing filling your ears, you may try to slip off the red string and free the connection, but it's quickly proven pointless, so now all there is to do, is wait, maybe this dream will eventually end if you wait long enough. . . . You wake up!

(this dream was received several days ago.)

. . .

The bellowing of a foghorn had roused Paris from his fitful sleep. He shielded his ears from the distant yet all-too-loud reminder as he sat up, staring down at the unfamiliar blanket. He wasn't unfamiliar with odd dreams... but there was a difference between those and whatever this was. There was a visceral wrongness to it that sent chills up his spine.... so he decided to stop thinking about it for the time being. He needed to get his belongings in order for the disembarkation anyways.

He moved to get up, his hand immediately shooting up to his side as he hissed in pain. Thanks, Lotus, he nearly grumbled out loud as he lifted his shirt to examine the injury.

Two sizable but not severe cuts, and bruises that hadn't started to fade yet. He wasn't surprised, taking a full force U-Turn was bound to hurt...

He pulled his shirt down before he could glance over at the frostbite scars. A reminder of him, of the white void, of the-

No, no. He paced briskly around the small room, gathering up his belongings. Phone. Charger. Clothes, Bag, Pokeballs, Headphones. He didn't need to think about that stupid dream anyways. He'd forget it in a few more minutes anyways...

The image of his own sleeping face surrounded by a dark mass flashed into his mind again. There wasn't any use avoiding it... None of it had been ordinary in the slightest. He could almost picture the sensation of the inky black lake on his skin, breathing steadily against him... Eugh. He shuddered, shaking his hands to get the feeling to go away as he did a last sweep of the room.

Crowded hallways, the slight rocking of the waves, other people and Trainers chatting loudly, excited to be visiting Kanto.

Unlike him, weaving through the groups of people while keeping his eyes trained to the ground, high enough up to make sure he didn't run into anyone, low enough to avoid any eye contact.

As Paris walked down the gangway, keeping his limbs pressed tightly against himself to avoid brushing up against anyone else, the dream started once again to creep into his mind.

He recalled the white void, split by a single thread. The chill that was yet wasn't present... And the scent of pine needles, the faint earthy hint of forest snow, and ice... but that one didn't even have a particular smell associated with it, simply just the vibes of one, so to speak.

...One that was all too familiar. That had faded from the clothes he was currently wearing long ago.

He gently pressed a hand against his torso, trying to alleviate the dull ache coming from the scarred remains of his frostbite.

. . .

That damned string. He just couldn't make any sense of it...

#asks #Anonymous #dissociation tw #unreality #<- just in case? #injury tw #frostbite tw #uhhhh. Whatever the hell this is tw #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #rotumblr #rotomblr #pokemon rp #pokemon roleplay #// THIS TOOK SO LONG TO THINK UP A RESPONSE TO </3 I was like. rotating it in my head for 2 days #off blog post

[isunayse]

redraw of that picture we all know

#sketchbook dump #doodle #tw gore #<- just in case? #also this is one of my favorite drawings ever but its so chaotic ive never been able to polish it

[put3rb0y]

I was peer pressured on call to put Joey Drew in the babygirl pose

#cw suggestive #<- just in case? #batim #bendy and the ink machine #joey drew #sammy's doodles

[expressionbean]

looks like i'm turning anons off for all my blogs for the night and maybe longer. not really what i wanted in the middle of my already-rough week, but... you know. it is what it is. better to just turn it off now.

kind asks or memes would be appreciated, but not required.

#update post #drama tw #vent tw #<- just in case?