[virtualermine]

hihiii i am pan (he/him) im the cohost of a system and this is my personal sideblog :3 idk how much ill post here but this is my blanket fort for cute things and to talk about whatever i want :o) feel free to send me asks btw i love answering things ^_^)🩵

i love pokemon, sanrio, and chiikawa, you will see those a lot here. i will also post art i draw of myself and my interests :3

i follow from here! 18+ followers only please as i am an adult

ermine.crd.co

[cosmosholo]

[fullofsoupp]

my 3 apple tall child coco 💚🥥

[memedokies]

chiikawa doodles i found living in my files

[holoswirl]

big stretch

[calyptramoths]

[virtualermine]

here are some sketchbook pages ^o^ i finally perfected my pokesona i think hes really cute. little mew wirh a bow on him <3

[virtualermine]

stoat has been working so hard these padt 2 days i have not fronted and sudddenly im here and its almost 3 am, he drank all of our coffee, and im expected to design a vtuber adopt rn. ummmmm no i dont want to im sleepy.

[orchardsys]

Like oh okay.i dug my own grave being the guy who whenever is front is like “damn I must be faking this”

[clumsypuppy]

i would die for u hachiware

[clumsypuppy]

[nurse2001]

[cryptotheism]

Cop: Have you been age regressing this evening?

Me about to go for the stuffed dog in the glove compartment: No officer

[cryptotheism]

Cop: Do you know how old you are right now?

Me: (counting on my fingers) dis many

Cop: Step out of the car please.

[a-cup-of-fantasy]

Extra illustrations from Hikari no Hito, a 1997 doujin by Saho & Manaka.

[calyptramoths]

my fursona :3

[virtualermine]

i wanna make my website more blogging focused so thats what my goal will be today 🙂‍↕️ play toys and site design

[virtualermine]

i wasnt very productive today but i am still a little in shock by the cops coming to my house yesterday so i think i can give myself a pass this time

[virtualermine]

making a pitcher of tea is something that holds a lot of weight in my life bc i did it a lot when my mom was alive. i stopped doing it as much when she died. it felt weird to make it and not go into her room and get her to smell the tea bags before i put them in. while waiting for the water to boil, sometimes I'd go in there and chat with her until its done, talk about how my tastes for tea have developed into hers within the past few years, how she slowly unsweetened every pitcher she made for me until i got used to drinking tea that doesnt have as much sugar. i remember i drank tea everyday before she died. and i find myself wishing i had made her tea more often whenever i think back on it, just like how she'd make me tea when i was a kid. idk. its little things like that that make me really miss my mom. i don't often have regrets about things i could've done differently, because i know logically theres no point in really thinking about it. but tea was so ingrained into my mom and i's daily lives that this is the one thing that still makes me cry, even while on meds.