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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:

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@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 pages—too enchanted by words woven unto paper to entertain conversation.

Myers had let both of his haunters out—Violet and Dorothy—to 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 Myers’ flank. Presumably someone who’d similarly had intent to leave the establishment.

They walked together, though circumstantial.

Myers didn’t 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 and—

The girl looked visibly unwell. Or, maybe unwell wasn’t quite the right term; regardless, she didn’t look one hundred percent. Myers felt that, while he was still technically within these halls, he had an obligation to ensure this girl’s well-being.

“Hey. Are … are you okay?”

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like this for a short starter from myers? 👉👈

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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 weepbrook—only 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 pokémon 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 . . .

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sudden urge to give myers a SECOND haunter . . .

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since myers' story is based off a Call of Cthulhu game i was part of, i recently bought this bundle bc. yes <3

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🌙 * ― 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ( 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 .

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🌙  *  ―    𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒  ( sentence starters from nathan sharp’s album sandcastle kingdoms. feel free to change pronouns & wording as needed. )

𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃. 

❛ I’m hearin’ voices in my head. ❜ ❛ I’ve got a burning in my heart, it’s tearing me apart. ❜ ❛ I think I’m losin’ my mind now. ❜ ❛ I take and don’t know how to give. ❜ ❛ You know I never mean well, I can’t help but help myself. ❜ ❛ The mirror shows somebody else. ❜ ❛ We’re in a special kind of hell. ❜ ❛ Any day I think I’m gonna break now. ❜ ❛ Learning how to sink before I take the dive to swim. ❜ ❛ A map that only shows me where I am, not where I’ve been. ❜ ❛ Having trouble findin’ a way out. ❜ ❛ They don’t take you very far. ❜

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃.

❛ Day and night, my mind is running. ❜ ❛ Reaching out ‘cause I want something more that I’ve never had before. ❜ ❛ I’m scared to chase what I’ve been dreaming. ❜ ❛ Push me by surprise, so I can take the dive. ❜ ❛ My god, I’m the bait and the predator’s my mind. ❜ ❛ It eats at me all the time. ❜ ❛ Can we stop and rewind? ❜ ❛ When’d I become my own enemy? ❜ ❛ I don’t understand what you see in me, ‘cause I’m just another story that’s not worth reading. ❜ ❛ Why aren’t you afraid that I’ll take a fall? ❜ ❛ In this world of white noise, you’re my favourite sound. ❜ ❛ There’s more that came before me. ❜

𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎.

❛ I’m down but you know I’m not out, I’ve got another round. ❜ ❛ Can’t break me, I’m not givin’ up. ❜ ❛ I gotta prove them wrong. ❜ ❛ Take your time ‘cause I’m not taking mine. ❜ ❛ Voice in my head said to keep going on. ❜ ❛ Don’t let ‘em see you bleed, don’t want your weakness showing. ❜ ❛ If you could just believe me. ❜ ❛ Tell me it’ll all be fine, that’s a lie. ❜ ❛ Need you to see me and know what it’s like to be me. ❜ ❛ My whole world was crumbling down but I’ll still mend. ❜ ❛ What doesn’t kill you’s bound to come back for another. ❜ ❛ I’ve found a way to tame my own monster inside. ❜

𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇.

❛ The saturation fades and turns to grey, it’s overcast with envy. ❜ ❛ So follow me to the ends of the earth. ❜ ❛ Now take a minute and revel in it. ❜ ❛ See how much you’re worth. ❜ ❛ I’ll fight and defend, I’ll see this out till the end. ❜ ❛ I’ll see this out till the end. ❜ ❛ I’m making room for something. ❜ ❛ I’ll build it up out of nothing. ❜ ❛ I feel it giving beneath my weight. ❜ ❛ But I’ll survive the fight so stay by my side. ❜ ❛ We’ll own the night and the sun will still rise. ❜ ❛ The rain starts to cease and I can see clearly. ❜

𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐄. 

❛ Pull all the stops, I got a way that we can get in. ❜ ❛ Just say the word, I’ll kick it up to eleven. ❜ ❛ Don’t break it up, break it down. ❜ ❛ We’ll kill the night and we’ll never see the sun. ❜ ❛ And I’ll call the sorts, don’t you tell me when I’m done. ❜ ❛ Won’t you meet me in the middle? ❜ ❛ Don’t need to show no mercy. ❜ ❛ Now listen up, I’m gonna give you a rundown. ❜ ❛ This life was meant for me. ❜ ❛ Step to the plate, you gotta show me what you got. ❜ ❛ ‘cause heroes never die. ❜ ❛ Live it up, this life is amazing. ❜

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐁𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍.

❛ I’m running out of time. ❜ ❛ I’m tired of everything that I called mine. ❜ ❛ I’m sick of trying to find a word that works. ❜ ❛ A million strangers walking past and stare. ❜ ❛ I swear I’m running fast but go nowhere. ❜ ❛ I’ll wake you up and let you know it’s done. ❜ ❛ You can hide but you know you can’t run. ❜ ❛ Time and time again we fall in line. ❜ ❛ Everything is perfect by design. ❜ ❛ Patiently awaiting something new.  ❜ ❛ Something that won’t remind me of you. ❜ ❛ Open up the door, I’m leaving soon. ❜

𝐈❜𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

❛ Directions leads you to who knows where. ❜ ❛ Say you’re doing fine but no one asked and nobody cares. ❜ ❛ Hear all the outcries but no one will lend a hand. ❜ ❛ They’re setting up and you’re the punchline. ❜ ❛ You’re on your own, such a damn shame. ❜ ❛ I’d have to break it to you, you’re all alone. ❜ ❛ You oughta just stay quiet. You can’t do that, can you? ❜ ❛ Parading around like you own the place. ❜ ❛ Give it time, we’ll all forget your face. ❜ ❛ No one’s ever coming for you. ❜ ❛ Staring at the sky, you dream to one day become that star. ❜ ❛ The journey’s do or die but you’re not willing to go that far. ❜ ❛ You’re on the decline and now you’re falling way too fast. ❜

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄.

❛ And it’s so typical of me to be so cynical of you. ❜ ❛ I just keep running ‘round in circles. ❜ ❛ And I don’t know why but I’m mesmerized by your broken eyes. ❜ ❛ But I can’t complain when I go insane as I call your name. ❜ ❛ And all I see is you next to me, a ghost of you tangled up in my sheets. ❜ ❛ I know I’ll drown yet I’m begging for more. ❜ ❛ I could wear this heart out on my sleeve. ❜ ❛ You could break my bones and watch me bleed, I would do it all again. ❜ ❛ I can hear it in the way you speak. ❜ ❛ And that’s what I want, not what I need. ❜ ❛ A shadow of you that’s been haunting my dreams. ❜ ❛ It’s on the tip of my tongue and won’t leave my mouth. ❜

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒.

❛ Am I a monster or worse, just a man? ❜ ❛ In the end, we’re all the same. ❜ ❛ To the grave, we only take our name. ❜ ❛ There’s an ocean made of dreams but the current strands you out at sea. ❜ ❛ I wake up to find the passing of time made my mirror show someone I don’t know. ❜ ❛ But all kingdoms drown as tides bring them down. ❜ ❛ The subjects stay loyal but don’t wait their turn. ❜ ❛ Now blindly they follow their king to the fray. ❜ ❛ In the end, we’re bound to change. ❜ ❛ We’re made for more than all of these numbers and names. ❜ ❛ We could all go down in flames. ❜ ❛ Maybe one day you’ll find humanity. ❜ ❛ Until then don’t you dare say that we are the same. ❜

𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃.

❛ She found a way out of this place, it’s a permanent escape. ❜ ❛ And all the while you had your say. ❜ ❛ You ventured off, no turning back, you’ve gone astray. ❜ ❛ Don’t look before you take a fall. ❜ ❛ Who knows when you could lose it all. ❜ ❛ You’re just a kid who lost their own way. ❜ ❛ You’re not a shadow, you won’t fade. ❜ ❛ You’ve got to stand and defend, they’ll push but you can never bend. ❜ ❛ You got a shot so don’t be a fool. ❜ ❛ I see your doubt about your route, don’t give it up. ❜ ❛ Ignite the spark, illuminate the dark and light your way. ❜ ❛ You pray and hope for better days. ❜

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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

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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

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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

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damn tumblr is doing it's "i'm going to be finicky posting certain images" bullshit again </3

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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 weird—like 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 ballonea—yet 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 known—and even that, in itself, it held up in heavy speculation—is 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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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 weird—like 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 ballonea—yet 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 known—and even that, in itself, it held up in heavy speculation—is 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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the more i think abt teddy, the more bara he gets,