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#VENERATES.Β NOTHINGNESS WILL CONSUME US ALL ! (Β Β a multimuse rp blog for five pkmn ocs.Β 20+ only.Β as evolved by oddity (he/him, 25+, gmt+8).Β this blog will contain dark and/or triggering themes.Β Β )
very, very minor spoilers for the dlc but:
i've started a new game with myers and i LOVE how they entertain u by being like. hey. you can start the second dlc. but watch out (ur lvl 10 - 20 and the first battle is two lvl 70s)
literally everyone watching my baby pkmn get completely and utterly destroyed:
@picavecalyx.
It was nearing the end of his shift. The initial hustle and bustle of students flitting in and out the library doors had dwindled, and the building had become acquainted with silence. Few people remained, though their noses mutely pressed between book pagesβtoo enchanted by words woven unto paper to entertain conversation.
Myers had let both of his haunters outβViolet and Dorothyβto help him finish with his last rostered duties before turning heel, clocking out, and treading down the long hallway that stretched to the front doors of the building. Both spectres kept their traps shut, a rarity indeed, as they hovered over his shoulders, occasionally shooting wide glances at a girl towards Myersβ flank. Presumably someone whoβd similarly had intent to leave the establishment.
They walked together, though circumstantial.
Myers didnβt pay too much heed, up until Dorothy prodded his shoulder. He looked over, and she motioned to his left, towards the girl. A single, blond eyebrow lifted but Myers obeyed andβ
The girl looked visibly unwell. Or, maybe unwell wasnβt quite the right term; regardless, she didnβt look one hundred percent. Myers felt that, while he was still technically within these halls, he had an obligation to ensure this girlβs well-being.
βHey. Are β¦ are you okay?β
like this for a short starter from myers? ππ
sudden urge to give myers a SECOND haunter . . .
second haunter acquired.
decided to have both his haunters be people he knew from weepbrook. specifically, a pair of women, twins, whom were run out of weepbrookβonly to find their death in maze of glimwood tangle, their spirits shifting into the forms of two individual gastly. since myers was p much deathly afraid of pokΓ©mon for a long while, even when the twins tried to bridge contact with him, he were to flee or otherwise scare them off.
despite their struggles, they were eventually grasp human speech once more. just so they could float up to him and say "fuck you, myers."
they were to point to each other and say, "violet," and "dorothy," reminding him of who they used to be. they've been with him ever since.
sudden urge to give myers a SECOND haunter . . .
since myers' story is based off a Call of Cthulhu game i was part of, i recently bought this bundle bc. yes <3
π * β πππππ πππππππ ( a collection of various settings for drabbles or prompts, or both! )
001. a tattoo parlour, buzzing with machinery and walls lined with artwork . 002. a shopping mall, crowded and loud . 003. a cabin in the mountains, taking shelter from the snow storm. 004. an abandoned tea party, occupied with broken dolls . 005. the shooting range, empty casings clinking on the floor and sulphur in the air . 006. a music room, filled with melodies of an instrument . 007. an empty auto shop, hood of a car left open and quiet music coming through speakers . 008. a bright arcade, coins falling from machines and claws grabbing at soft toys . 009. the kennels, filled with barking dogs and excited companions . 010. a restaurant, where everyone is eerily quiet and staff are overly friendly . 011. a riding arena, with trained riders atop proud horses . 012. a mini golf course, sails of a windmill obscuring the path ahead . 013. a zoo, filled with an array of unique animals . 014. the docks of a bay, boats lining the decks . 015. a pond with ducks, seeking food . 016. a museum, displaying ancient bones and pottery of a history long ago . 017. a closed down prison, ghosts of violent history echoing in empty cells . 018. a quiet train station, lights overhead flickering and announcement board displaying errors . 019. the vast desert, scorching heat baring down at high noon . 020. the dark woods, filled with strange hanging symbols made of sticks . 021. a deep hole in the ground, covered by leaves and sticks . 022. a wishing fountain, base lined with copper coins of past wishes . 023. an abandoned picnic in an empty field, flask still warm with coffee . 024. a barn filled with hay and tools, old wood creaking in the wind . 025. a graveyard in the dead of night, wind howling through the trees . 026. a crumbling bridge above a raging river . 027. the refreshing waters of a lake, away from prying eyes . 028. the crossroads, in the middle of nowhere . 029. a cosy bonfire at summer camp, marshmallows roasting on the fire . 030. the top of a radio tower, with the perfect view of the surrounding area . 031. a lone phone box on a street corner . 032. a large elaborate temple dedicated to a deity, offerings still intact . 033. a drive-in movie theatre, cars empty and projector casting only light onto the screen . 034. a strange trail of breadcrumbs on a woodland path . 035. a haunted mansion, ancient paintings watching every footstep . 036. a decrepit mine located out in the hills, believed by locals to have a powerful curse cast upon it . 037. the edge of a cliff, overlooking the rough waves and distant sounds of approaching danger . 038. a road trip across country, music blaring through speakers . 039. a flower shop, filled with bouquets and a sweet aroma . 040. an airport in the early hours of the morning, deprived of sleep . 041. a train on its way to its destination, a sleeping passenger resting on a shoulder . 042. an abandoned shack filled with strange books of the occult and something mysterious bubbling on the stove . 043. an empty throne room, moonlight glimmering through tall windows . 044. an underwater tunnel in an aquarium, fish swimming overhead and sharks looming in the distance . 045. deep within unmarked cave located in the side of a mountain, lit only by a flare . 046. the dusty streets of a western town, watched by wary residents . 047. the back of a vast library, surrounded by books, when a black book falls from the highest shelf . 048. a room of an asylum, an abandoned camcorder left in the middle of the room . 049. the shores of an unknown beach, washed up from the ocean . 050. the deck of an unsteady ship, waves crashing against the haul and rain lashing down from dark clouds .
πΒ *Β βΒ Β ππππππππππ ππππππππΒ ( sentence startersΒ from nathan sharpβs album sandcastle kingdoms. feel free to change pronouns & wording as needed.Β )
πππππππ.Β
β Iβm hearinβ voices in my head. β β Iβve got a burning in my heart, itβs tearing me apart. β β I think Iβm losinβ my mind now. β β I take and donβt know how to give. β β You know I never mean well, I canβt help but help myself. β β The mirror shows somebody else. β β Weβre in a special kind of hell. β β Any day I think Iβm gonna break now. β β Learning how to sink before I take the dive to swim. β β A map that only shows me where I am, not where Iβve been. β β Having trouble findinβ a way out. β β They donβt take you very far. β
ππππππππππ.
β Day and night, my mind is running. β β Reaching outΒ βcause I want something more that Iβve never had before. β β Iβm scared to chase what Iβve been dreaming. β β Push me by surprise, so I can take the dive. β β My god, Iβm the bait and the predatorβs my mind. β β It eats at me all the time. β β Can we stop and rewind? β β Whenβd I become my own enemy? β β I donβt understand what you see in me, βcause Iβm just another story thatβs not worth reading. β β Why arenβt you afraid that Iβll take a fall? β β In this world of white noise, youβre my favourite sound. β β Thereβs more that came before me. β
ππππ ππππ ππππππ ππ ππππππ πππ ππππ.
β Iβm down but you know Iβm not out, Iβve got another round. β β Canβt break me, Iβm not givinβ up. β β I gotta prove them wrong. β β Take your timeΒ βcause Iβm not taking mine. β β Voice in my head said to keep going on. β β Donβt letΒ βem see you bleed, donβt want your weakness showing. β β If you could just believe me. β β Tell me itβll all be fine, thatβs a lie. β β Need you to see me and know what itβs like to be me. β β My whole world was crumbling down but Iβll still mend. β β What doesnβt kill youβs bound to come back for another. β β Iβve found a way to tame my own monster inside. β
ππ πππ ππππ ππ πππ πππππ.
β The saturation fades and turns to grey, itβs overcast with envy. β β So follow me to the ends of the earth. β β Now take a minute and revel in it. β β See how much youβre worth. β β Iβll fight and defend, Iβll see this out till the end. β β Iβll see this out till the end. β β Iβm making room for something. β β Iβll build it up out of nothing. β β I feel it giving beneath my weight. β β But Iβll survive the fight so stay by my side. β β Weβll own the night and the sun will still rise. β β The rain starts to cease and I can see clearly. β
ππππππ πππππ πππ.Β
β Pull all the stops, I got a way that we can get in. β β Just say the word, Iβll kick it up to eleven. β β Donβt break it up, break it down. β β Weβll kill the night and weβll never see the sun. β β And Iβll call the sorts, donβt you tell me when Iβm done. β β Wonβt you meet me in the middle? β β Donβt need to show no mercy. β β Now listen up, Iβm gonna give you a rundown. β β This life was meant for me. β β Step to the plate, you gotta show me what you got. β β βcause heroes never die. β β Live it up, this life is amazing. β
ππππ πππ ππ ππππππ.
β Iβm running out of time. β β Iβm tired of everything that I called mine. β β Iβm sick of trying to find a word that works. β β A million strangers walking past and stare. β β I swear Iβm running fast but go nowhere. β β Iβll wake you up and let you know itβs done. β β You can hide but you know you canβt run. β β Time and time again we fall in line. β β Everything is perfect by design. β β Patiently awaiting something new.Β β β Something that wonβt remind me of you. β β Open up the door, Iβm leaving soon. β
πβπ ππππ ππ πππππ ππ ππ πππ.
β Directions leads you to who knows where. β β Say youβre doing fine but no one asked and nobody cares. β β Hear all the outcries but no one will lend a hand. β β Theyβre setting up and youβre the punchline. β β Youβre on your own, such a damn shame. β β Iβd have to break it to you, youβre all alone. β β You oughta just stay quiet. You canβt do that, can you? β β Parading around like you own the place. β β Give it time, weβll all forget your face. β β No oneβs ever coming for you. β β Staring at the sky, you dream to one day become that star. β β The journeyβs do or die but youβre not willing to go that far. β β Youβre on the decline and now youβre falling way too fast. β
πππ π πππ.
β And itβs so typical of me to be so cynical of you. β β I just keep runningΒ βround in circles. β β And I donβt know why but Iβm mesmerized by your broken eyes. β β But I canβt complain when I go insane as I call your name. β β And all I see is you next to me, a ghost of you tangled up in my sheets. β β I know Iβll drown yet Iβm begging for more. β β I could wear this heart out on my sleeve. β β You could break my bones and watch me bleed, I would do it all again. β β I can hear it in the way you speak. β β And thatβs what I want, not what I need. β β A shadow of you thatβs been haunting my dreams. β β Itβs on the tip of my tongue and wonβt leave my mouth. β
ππππππππππ ππππππππ.
β Am I a monster or worse, just a man? β β In the end, weβre all the same. β β To the grave, we only take our name. β β Thereβs an ocean made of dreams but the current strands you out at sea. β β I wake up to find the passing of time made my mirror show someone I donβt know. β β But all kingdoms drown as tides bring them down. β β The subjects stay loyal but donβt wait their turn. β β Now blindly they follow their king to the fray. β β In the end, weβre bound to change. β β Weβre made for more than all of these numbers and names. β β We could all go down in flames. β β Maybe one day youβll find humanity. β β Until then donβt you dare say that we are the same. β
ππ πππ πππππππ.
β She found a way out of this place, itβs a permanent escape. β β And all the while you had your say. β β You ventured off, no turning back, youβve gone astray. β β Donβt look before you take a fall. β β Who knows when you could lose it all. β β Youβre just a kid who lost their own way. β β Youβre not a shadow, you wonβt fade. β β Youβve got to stand and defend, theyβll push but you can never bend. β β You got a shot so donβt be a fool. β β I see your doubt about your route, donβt give it up. β β Ignite the spark, illuminate the dark and light your way. β β You pray and hope for better days. β
i still have to decide myers' pkmn team, but otherwise his bio is all set up and ready on my carrd !!!
if ur interested in interacting with a guy who's Functionally Immortal But Doomed To Die Painfully, Also A Soppingly Pathetic Man pls like this post <33
i still have to decide myers' pkmn team, but otherwise his bio is all set up and ready on my carrd !!!
if ur interested in interacting with a guy who's Functionally Immortal But Doomed To Die Painfully, Also A Soppingly Pathetic Man pls like this post <33
damn tumblr is doing it's "i'm going to be finicky posting certain images" bullshit again </3
let's see if i can bypass it this way: here i will attempt to post my haunted town galar dude :)
damn tumblr is doing it's "i'm going to be finicky posting certain images" bullshit again </3
i was trying to get inspiration for a new oc, since that's a Big Comfort thing for me, and i walked by my call of cthulhu books and i was like. hit with a Vision .
east of glimwood tangle, amidst the depths of galar ... a ghost town. a haunted town. buildings still stand, but ultimately decrepit, ripe with overgrowth and apprehension. one that parents will quip and chide their children to never, ever set foot in, yet still do some kids skitter through. those who do, are quick to retreat. it's eerie, but not only that, do these children rasp out while fear tangles in their eyes: "it moves when it shouldn't. it's weirdβlike a glitch." weepbrook. the name of a town lost to a series of mysterious happenings almost a century ago. earned it's name by virtue of the drooping, aglow mushrooms that almost uniquely habituated it. pearls of glowing colours were to form themselves upon the mushrooms. similar to the city of balloneaβyet also strikingly different. a name with a meaning wrapped snug in beauty, turned horror. majority of the town's lore has been lost. all that's knownβand even that, in itself, it held up in heavy speculationβis that strange things happened and the entirety of the population simply up and vanished. some people in galar can claim that their families heralded from weepbrook. for the younger generations, it's often a funny party fact, but for those older, those who remember, or perhaps had a parent who remembered, know it to be a cursed place. when people ask for information, they're mostly met with lashing tongues and an insistence that the town remained dead and buried. myers knows more than he should. if you can poke past his exterior, persuade him to talk, he knows things to a level which is almost scary. after all, he was there, almost one hundred years ago.
this is the general bg concept but myers is a sopping wet excuse of a man so!!! i have an idea of his appearance in mind, but i'll try to draw him soon >:)c
i was trying to get inspiration for a new oc, since that's a Big Comfort thing for me, and i walked by my call of cthulhu books and i was like. hit with a Vision .
east of glimwood tangle, amidst the depths of galar ... a ghost town. a haunted town. buildings still stand, but ultimately decrepit, ripe with overgrowth and apprehension. one that parents will quip and chide their children to never, ever set foot in, yet still do some kids skitter through. those who do, are quick to retreat. it's eerie, but not only that, do these children rasp out while fear tangles in their eyes: "it moves when it shouldn't. it's weirdβlike a glitch." weepbrook. the name of a town lost to a series of mysterious happenings almost a century ago. earned it's name by virtue of the drooping, aglow mushrooms that almost uniquely habituated it. pearls of glowing colours were to form themselves upon the mushrooms. similar to the city of balloneaβyet also strikingly different. a name with a meaning wrapped snug in beauty, turned horror. majority of the town's lore has been lost. all that's knownβand even that, in itself, it held up in heavy speculationβis that strange things happened and the entirety of the population simply up and vanished. some people in galar can claim that their families heralded from weepbrook. for the younger generations, it's often a funny party fact, but for those older, those who remember, or perhaps had a parent who remembered, know it to be a cursed place. when people ask for information, they're mostly met with lashing tongues and an insistence that the town remained dead and buried. myers knows more than he should. if you can poke past his exterior, persuade him to talk, he knows things to a level which is almost scary. after all, he was there, almost one hundred years ago.
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