“ what am i supposed to do when i can’t even trust my own mind? ” // @icymagic
― ❝ Move on. ❜
Dr. Gearloose was not the best person to come to for advice, at least if you wanted advice to console you. His thoughts, ideas, and words were usually unfiltered. Have that, paried with an apathetic and jaded look at life- usually his advice was rather dismal, and yet usually was rather logical and focused on the reality of a situation. Including this time. Hands on his hip, his smaller, luminescent son hung off of his shoulder as he shrugged at the other, and shifted his weight.
❝ No one can trust their mind. Memories are only what we percieve them to be, and that might not be accurate. Memories, thoughts, ideas change over time. The mind and concious is a mallable existence that only seems to be balanced whenever there is a lack of focus on it. Your mind does many things on its own that you can't control. Breathing, blinking, even thinking. Are you conciously chosing to breath? To overthink your own mind. Sometimes, when there is nothing left to trust- you let it go, and just let it do what it wants. ❜
Like when your mind just continues to create amoral creations- creations that cause destruction. Sure, he could stop and look into it as a reflection of himself. He knew it was. However, he just moved on. They weren't all evil, they were just misunderstood. Just like most minds.
@icymagic liked for a starter with Garry from Ib
verse used: garry v4 | the forgotten portrait
[because i haven’t used this one much yet]
Garry was beginning to think he’d been led on a wild goose chase. It wouldn’t have been the first time the dolls had done something of the sort, although usually he was smart enough to ignore their attempts to trick him.
But it seemed they’d finally figured out what to tell him to get him to react. Because, apparantly, they had dragged another person into the Fabricated World without his knowledge or consent.
Was he surprised? Not really.
They’d been trying to get him to do it himself for a long time, and seemed to get more impatient the more he refused. He really wasn’t sure what their motive was, unless they just wanted to get rid of him.
That wouldn’t surprise him either, really.
But nevertheless, here he was, looking for someone he was beginning to doubt was actually there.
Afterall, he’d backtracked into an area of the Fabricated World he’d never even been in before, past where he had come in and closer to where Ib had apparantly come in. Surely he would have-
“Oh.” As he opened the door to enter the green area, he found himself staring directly at the person the dolls had brought in. And he realized for the first time that he really didn’t have a clue what he planned on doing.
It had been so long since he’d interacted with another person.
He blinked twice, then gave a small smile, and waved. “Ah! Hello. Pardon me, I wasn’t expecting to find anyone here. You’re the first person I’ve seen here in... well, who knows how long.”
There was no real reason to hide the situation he was in, was there? As much as the dolls tried to talk him into it, he had absolutely no intention of taking the same path Mary had. He just didn’t think he had it in him.
The Red Force was in full relaxation mode. Things the past few weeks had been move, move, move, stress, stress, death, pain, so much chaos. And now they were in the middle of the ocean. There wasn’t anything they could do further to help the world, so now it was time to help themselves. Shanks was laying back on the deck of his ship, enjoying the sun and the gentle rocking of the boat.
His entire crew was lazing about like this, they had even furled the sails to stay idle. What good was being a pirate if you couldn’t enjoy the ocean? The smell of salt and wind, the sun on your skin, he was barely even awake.
...What...Was this person? It...Sorta looked like a human? In a way, just remove the blue skin and nose but something about them seemed more...Magical? Like, he knew humans HAD magic at some point(how else would they be down here) but last he checked(from Chara) humans really didn’t have the ability to do that much magic anymore. At least from what they seen.
...Also he couldn’t see it yet but their soul felt...Funny. Like it had the indications of a human one but something was just really wrong about it. Oh well! Guess he will figure it out!
Marceline the Vampire Queen was relaxing in her home in a swamp in a corner of Ooo. She loved to write songs, and improve on her latest ones, but she wasn't feeling very up to it, that night, which was weird because she never got tired, being a vampire. Sighing, she hummed a small tune as she opened her refrigerator, pulling out an apple and sucking the red out of it, before having a seat on her sofa.
Bringing her hand up in thought, she contemplated working on her music, anyway, even she didn't feel like it, to pass the time, and what was when she heard something outside, and stood, walking to her door and opening it.
The two icys! I wanted to get an unboxed version of my icy doll from childhood for a while now but could never find one that was affordable and good quality! This one isn't as pristine as the one in the box but I cannot unbox a collectable from my childhood because I know I'll definitely lose some parts and immediately rip off the curls by accident! The unboxed Icy is a bit worn but I just think that means she was well loved! Night all!
Nothing about this dimension makes sense to Ford...at least not so far. The colours- the creatures- the landscapes... Everything just seems so obscure to him. He’d bumped into a few vampires and people (probably about the only familiar things he could recognise here), but if he is honest- this is one of the most confusing places he’s been. And he’s been almost everywhere.
Ford spins around- he’d heard something. His eyes travel down to the man before him- Ford isn’t sure whether to offer him a friendly greeting or to shove his laser gun between them. Too many times has he made the mistake of approaching someone with naive trust..
He makes a decision- his hand moving slowly. ‘Greetings.’ A six fingered hand reaches out to him- a warm- yet hesitant smile appearing on his features.
Well this man looked of SOME sort of importantance,, but since when did ZIM ever treat anyone other than himself or his TALLEST with RESPECT? Answer: Never.