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@jokestcr
♬ — do you like jesters ? anxious pathetic wet cats on the very edge of their sanity ? poor girls trapped in digital purgatory full of laughs and fun ? then COME ONE , COME ALL ! this is a brand-spanking new pomn.i blog ! give this a ♡ and ↻ if you’re interested in interacting with her ! ( personals unallowed ! and read the rules ! )
WOW i am very sorry for my absence (and the lack of formatting on this post.) so much has happened between now and then. i was originally going to revamp but instead i might do a semi-revamp here? there's just so much on this blog i do not want to lose. but i am very sorry again and thank you for your patience! i will be back thursday! ❤️💙
HURT / COMFORT : STARTERS
a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings for when your muse needs a little TLC. change & alter as needed.
THE HURT:
“Nah, it’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.”
“I don’t think I can walk that far… or at all.”
“I’m fine. I don’t need your help.”
“Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”
“I’m sorry, I’m just—I’m just really tired.”
“I don’t need a break. I’m okay.”
“It was my fault. It was all my fault.”
“I think I need help.”
“So, I don’t think I’m dying, or anything, and it’s probably not that serious, but… I’m kinda bleeding. A lot.”
“Is the room spinning right now, or is that just me?”
“No, I’m okay, I just… I hit my head. Really hard. I’ll be okay, just give me a second.”
“I’m not sick! I’m fine!”
“No, I don’t think any of my bones are broken, or anything like that. Just bad bruises.”
“Yeah, but you should see the other guy.”
“I’m fine. This just happens sometimes. It’s normal for me.”
“I’ve got a headache.”
“Seriously, though, I’m fine! Stop making such a big deal out of it!”
“I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t need your help, and I definitely don’t need your pity. Fuck off.”
“Please tell me I don’t look as bad as I feel.”
“I think I’m running a fever.”
“So, what’s the prognosis, Doc? Am I gonna live?”
“Stop fussing over me! I’m not a baby!”
“Can I stay with you tonight? I just… really don’t want to be alone right now.”
“No, I-I’m okay. It was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep.”
“I… can’t actually remember the last time I had something to eat.”
“You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get sick, too.”
THE COMFORT:
“Honey, have you been crying? What is it? What’s wrong?”
“I think you’d better take a break.”
“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You did everything you could.”
“You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m right here for you if you’ll just let me in.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Don’t ever let yourself believe that there is.”
“You really don’t realize just how many people love you, do you?”
“If you’re not going to take care of yourself, at least let me do it for you!”
“I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”
“You’re not alone, baby. You never have been.”
“Let’s get you some food.”
“You’re dead on your feet, poor thing. Come on, you need some sleep.”
“Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.”
“Tell me where it hurts.”
“How many times have I told you to be more careful?!”
“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here, okay? I’m not gonna leave you. I’m never gonna leave you.”
“Oh, honey, you’re safe now. I promise. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
“Go ahead and take a shower. I’ll fix you something to eat.”
“What happened to you, baby?”
“I’ll kill that bastard. I’ll kill him for what he did to you.”
“You look like shit, man.”
“Whoa, whoa, take it easy! You got pretty banged up back there, and you don’t want to go making yourself worse.”
“I’m not trying to baby you. It’s called taking care of my friends.”
“Sweetheart, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were sick?”
♬ — hello , everyone ! i know it has been a minute since i was active here , and i apologize. trying to deal with rent / food at the moment ! i promise i will return in the next week or two for roleplay stuff and things !
Pomni has appeared! What to do?
Play dead
Caress cheek
Throw salt
Confess
Reblog this to have people go into your inbox & ask your character questions!
♬ — COUGH what i have been up to-
𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐂 ; 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒
bold what applies, italic what sometimes applies and strike what never applies.
𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. being unable to stop smiling.laughter.bear hugs.happy tears. waving arms around. dancing. contently sighing. eyes twinkling. laugh lines.childlike playfulness. skipping. talking more.affection.cracking more jokes than usual. gesturing more when talking.higher pitched voice. squealing. jumping around. clapping.
𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. tearing up. self-hugging.one-arm cross.an aching chest.scratchy throat. a runny nose. turning away.deep breaths.quivery smiles.crying. infantile sobbing. hands gripping each other or an object.covering mouth.puffy eyes.eyes appear red. running makeup. voice breaking. a distant or empty stare. monotone voice. asking for comfort.faking a smile.crumbling.shaking. whimpering. depression.abusing an unhealthy habit. withdrawing from others.big teary eyes.doing something even if it could hurt them.
𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. furrowed brows.baring teeth.passive-aggressive comments.avoiding eye contact. sarcasm.headache. sore muscles. hiding clenched fists.irritability. jumping to conclusions.raising voice.going silent.demanding immediate action.keeping it all in until exploding.body tensing.making risky decisions.middle finger.
𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫. wanting to flee or hide.what-ifs.images of what-could-be flashing in mind.uncontrollable trembling.rapid breathing. screaming.a skewed sense of time. irritability.keeping silent.denying fear. turning away from the cause. pretending to be brave. nail-biting. lip-biting. scratching skin.a joking tone but a voice that cracks. fainting. insomnia. panic attacks.exhaustion. substance abuse. tics.rushing adrenaline. face draining of colour.hair lifting on the back of the neck.feeling rooted to the spot.making body as small as possible.staring but not seeing. crying.a shrill voice.whispering. gripping something or someone. stuttering. flinching at noises. pleading.
𝐄𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.constantly yawning.blurring words together. dark circles or lines under eyes.mood swings.hallucinations. calling people by the wrong name. dizziness.denying they’re tired. slow blinking.trouble concentrating.stumbling.leaning on a doorframe for support.sluggish movements. falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. becoming irritated by the smallest things. “i’m awake, i’m fine.”. shaking so bad they spill their drink. fall asleep in their clothes.lay their head on the table because they’re so tired. passing out.
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Protecting Yourself from Fetish Mining.
The rise in fetish mining anons has become horrifically rampant over the past year in RPC. Unfortunately, many folks have fallen victim to them due to the nature of fetish miners. The purpose of this PSA is to aid in spotting fetish mining anons within the Tumblr RPC.
Before I continue, please proceed with caution as this topic is adult themed but is a PSA for everyone. I will not go into detail about any fetishes. To learn more about general fetish mining, and what to look out for, check out this detailed PSA by BeckiiCruel, and this PSA about fetish mining within the art community by BluSilurus.
What is Fetish Mining?
Fetish mining, within the Tumblr RPC, is the soliciting of fetish content through Tumblr's inbox via anonymous asks. These asks are sent without the receiver knowing their true purpose and without their informed consent.
People are allowed to have fetishes, but fetish miners thrive off their victims being unassuming and unable to give informed consent. Fetish mining is a nonconsensual fetish and exploits their victims into giving them fetish content.
What to Look For.
Fetish miners within the Tumblr RPC use the anonymous inbox feature to conceal their identity, evade accountability for their actions, and come off as nonthreatening. They'll most likely come off as playful and exploit the fun in receiving anonymous asks within the RPC.
Fetish miners prefer targeting SFW blogs over NSFW ones. Why? Fetish miners want to claim their asks are not of fetishistic nature and to deny the receiver consent. They rely on plausible deniability in order to continue sending asks to their victims.
Please note that anything can be a fetish. Fetish mining asks will appear as innocent as possible to trick unassuming victims into giving them fetish content. They can also be super subtle or extremely obvious. Here are a few behaviors and examples of what to look for:
– Persistent or fixated on the same topic, action, request, or question over an over again. – Pressuring the receiver to answer the ask/s in a playful manner. – Pulling or stomping on a muse's tail, limb, hair, etc. – Putting your muse in a scenario where they're stuck in something. – Transforming your muse into an object, creature, or adding new features. – Cloning a muse repeatedly over several asks. – Feeding a muse over several asks. – Tickling a muse over several asks. – Fixating on muse's underwear, shoes, or other specific garments. – Wanting a scenario of a muse's scent or smell in detail. – Any kind of bathroom talk, including the discussion of diapers, the sender wetting themselves, discussion of any bodily fluid, and so forth. – Giving a muse a kind of potion, magic etc, that will force the muse into their desired effect ( changing their size, making them pregnant, expanding or shrinking certain body parts, laughing fits, the muse becomes lustful, or anything listed above, etc. ). – Super detailed scenarios featuring any of the listed topics that is without any plotting or context. – And much more as anything can be a fetish.
All instances above have been reported in the RPC throughout the years. Here is a Goodle document with current records given by victims. Please take a look to see real examples of fetish mining. You are free to submit your own instances if you have the victims consent. Instructions on how to do so are in the document.
How to Protect Yourself.
If an ask feels off to you, trust your gut. You do not need to answer every ask that comes into your inbox. If you're still uncertain check with trusted friends, or cross check the Google document listed above. Block any anon that makes you feel off, uneasy, or unsafe. Set your own boundaries, but be warned, fetish miners will not respect them if you leave them unblocked.
If you feel you must answer the ask, take a screenshot, block the anon, and then put the screenshot and your answer in a seperate post. Remember anons must be a member of the tumblr community. Unless they have another account, blocking them will keep you safe from further fetish mining attempts.
If you think someone is being fetish mined please reach out to them and inform them. Victims rarely realize they're nonconsensually playing into someone's fetish. Victims should not be shamed or told they should know better. Stay vigilant and stay safe. Look out for your fellow rper if you see anything that could be fetish mining.
Do You?
I’m Fine
I swear I’m–
Fine..
{H O W C A N I B E F I N E?}
send 🙌 to grab my muse by the throat
this can either be aggressive or flirty. the context of why is entirely up to you and for you to specify if you'd like!
my 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 understands things that my нєαят is not willing to accept.
♬ — @mouffete asked : “ pauvre petit ! how has settling in treating you so far ? I have been hearing that your first day was, ah... rough. ”
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IT COMES AND GOES. the fear. the dread. the weight that crushes her every single time she's reminded that she's forever in this – this agonizing cage. there's no time nor logic nor a single drop of NORMALITY and it eats at her , god , does it eat her alive. settling in ? like a cinderblock to the skull. like quicksand.
no exit. no exit. it's a chant in her mind , perfectly underlined with that same jingle in the background. her eyes burn. sometimes she closes them and sees AFTERIMAGES of the structures , the colors too vibrant for her to bear.
❛ rough . . . ❜
understatement. she holds onto the question , but it's just a reminder of this reality. she feels her heart shatter , thinking about it again. words are like bracken water at the back of her throat. the room feels so much smaller.
this is all there is.
❛ it’s . . . everything is so loud. and bright. it’s everything- and it’s not even th-the worst part about all of this. ❜ she wanted to scream. she finds she can't. she’d just scare the stranger away. but at least it's someone new. another face , but another prisoner nonetheless. ❛ this can't be it. but – but it is and i have to look at it all every single day- ! ❜
she does hug herself then. tight. she trembles , curls up like a pillbug. let her cave in on herself , let her constrict into nothing. ❛ i want to go home , a-and i don't even know what or . . . where home is. ❜
how can you miss something you barely remember ? a void in your heart , in your head ?
❛ p-people have been . . . nice. ❜ she sighs.
x
GRATING , wonderful way to put it. it cornered her mercilessly , tearing apart what little was left of her. the MERE thought of it makes her find it difficult to breathe again , hands clenching around her head as though she might pull it all out of her now-lost ears.
❛ . . . it feels l-like it . . . won’t ever stop being hard. th-that it won't , no matter what i do , i- ❜
. . .
despite the STABBING sensation in her heart , pieces she couldn't pick up , it was . . . nice. even just a little bit , for someone to hear her out. validate her. it's been a while since she's gotten any of that.
it takes a minute for her to catch sight of his hand. she quickly notices it as she looks up into his consoling stare. glancing between their face and hand , afraid to take it. trying not to remember the HARSH zap of ragatha’s. the way her own hand started to glitch out and how she could still feel it sometimes-
pomni takes a deep breath , carefully reaching out for the other’s , and gently . . . takes it. allowing the mime to help her stand up. it feels so weird , with how little she's touched anyone here.
she clears her throat , her legs feeling like jelly. she couldn't help but feel so . . . guilty.
❛ i-i’m sorry. you don't . . . you don't have to do this. i-i can be off somewhere by myself , really . . . ❜ she would hate to waste anyone’s time.
@jokestcr
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As was often stated, curiosity killed the cat. And in the latter form, satisfaction frequently brought it back. That was what one could hope as Casen leaned over the new guest, hands held tightly behind his back. A prim and proper, tall stature to tower over her. His whiskers twitched in vague interest as she began to wake, and he wondered what sort of personality would be brought to the table this time. He hoped, more than anything else, that it was not another unbearably bubbly resident such as Happy or Crayon.
Begrudgingly, a furred palm extended downward to her level in kindness. An offering to help her up.
"Welcome to the eyesore of a place this is. I suppose you're as confused as everyone else is at first... Just try not to vomit on me, alright? I just got this suit cleaned."
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IN A BLINK OF AN EYE , everything changed. the world she knew vanished from her grasp and turned into a pitch-black hole rotting in the recesses of her consciousness. darkness falls as her last breaths are FORCED out her lungs. and after that ? silence. nothing but the ground from beneath her becoming the air. and she doesn't stop drowning in the feeling.
until.
she feels as though she has been suddenly thrust back into reality after falling suddenly in a strange dream. like someone gripped the front of her shirt and THREW her at lightspeed , body flinging across the nowhere until eventually she falls like a boulder into-
breathing erratically , red-blue eyes as big as saucers the moment she jolts up into a sitting position. everything was too bright , too much , too fast and oh , god where was she ? what was happening ? !
she quickly looked around , trembling in this form of her's , before she eventually saw the shadow casting over her. and once she looks up , she's greeted by an UNFAMILIAR face. once the blurriness in her eyes started to dissipate when she blinks , the orange form in front of her got clearer and clearer.
the cat. was. speaking to her.
what in the name of- !
❛ wh-what . . . ? ! wh-where . . . where- ❜
she immediately enters panic mode. practically curling in on herself as he begins speaking. once he KINDLY brought his hand to her , she kept both of her own close to her chest , scooting back ever so slightly. confused , and also , terrified to her very core.
❛ who are you ? wh-where am i- what is this place ? ? ❜
♬ — @whattheworldneeds ♡'d for a starter !
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❛ huh ? ! . . . wh-what do you want ? ❜
it's bad enough she had to stare at this room for what felt like hours now. but she wanted the peace and quiet , needed to be off to herself. she had expected to have some alone time for at least a little while , but with jax seemingly APPEARING out of thin air ? it just makes her anxiety skyrocket. she still hardly knows him still – but she remembers his . . . TROUBLESOME playfulness.
❛ what are you doing in here ? you . . . you’re not here to try a-and put bugs in my room . . . a-are you ? ❜
pomni’s nervous expression just made jax chuckle a little bit, but that soon when away when she spoke, his look turning to one of annoyance. “kid , i wish. i don’t have a key to your room. yet.” he admitted. the yet was true, he was going to get it one way or another , just like he did with everyone else’s. to this day nobody knows how he got them. mischevious rabbit activities, i guess.
“speaking of that.. is there anything you’re scared of? bugs, foods, people.. anything.” he knew she wasn’t dumb enough to give him information like that so easily.. probably.
OH , THAT’S GREAT ! worrying about someone eventually coming into her room and tossing god knows who or what in here. it made pomni feel sick to her stomach to think about it. as if she needed any kind of harassment right now . . . ! a COLD chill runs through her , leaving her speechless a moment or two.
❛ u-uhm . . . i-i really don't think telling you is a good idea. i-i rather wake up as normal as i can now. ❜ if what happened to ragatha and the centipede was anything to go by , she rather not take any chances talking about certain things while jax is in earshot. not that he wouldn't try anything anyways.
❛ i don't want any trouble with you or- or anyone around here. i just want to relax. please ? ❜
♬ — @hxzelwallflower asked : " Oh my God , please tell me you didn't hear me talking to myself . "
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❛ oh ! i-i . . . i did. was i not supposed to . . . ? i mean- i thought you were talking to m-me ? ❜
ah , [%$!#]. and here she was sitting and listening to nearly the entire thing , trying to be nice. this is what she gets for OVERTHINKING the little rambles of a stranger. turns out , she was being rude the entire time ! how can she screw up this badly ? pomni loosely hugged herself and didn't move besides that , mentally scrambling to speak again.
as if anything she had to say would help at all.
❛ i can pretend i didn't hear anything , i-if you want ? ❜ maybe that was the best choice. it'll be like nothing ever happened , and they can both just walk away from the situation and ( hopefully ) forget about it !
❝ It's fine── I forget other people live here more often than not . ❞
Wouldn't be the first time she's been caught , and while they'd become a weekly occurrence she didn't normally talk this loud . The angel hardly left her room , only emerging by way of morbid curiosity or unwillingly summoned by the ring master .
To say Pomni's presence surprised her would be an understatement .
❝I'm not familiar with this place , so I try to recount my steps so I can find my way back . ❞
❛ o-oh. yeah . . . makes sense. ❜
she has already encountered a small number of people here , but she decided to keep quiet. CURLING up by herself , keeping to herself. since this is the first time pomni has ever properly seen this woman , if she didn't know any better , she assumed that the other people were the only ones present.
and she already screwed up their first interaction by putting her nonexistent nose into her business . . .
❛ i’m still trying to find my way around h-here , too. i barely get around anymore . . . th-there isn't much to do - e-except when caine gets involved , a-and . . . ❜ yet another game. another she didn't WANT to partake in. one that makes for an awful distraction.
❛ h-how long have you been here ? ❜
do you feel it , too ? lonely ? that horrific feeling of no escape ?
no exit ?
