Encouraging gift for @nightmaredaisy who just started his journey through Yharnam! Stock up with molotov cocktails and burn everything and everyone to the ground, my friend!
Inspired by his collection of Gehrmaria one-shots.
Today I went to the park today to catch Pokemon. I asked my mom if she could go, and she asked if I was running fever (because usually, in summer, I never leave my room).
I went to the park and right as I pulled up I saw three kids (well, teenagers) walking with their phones out. “Is everyone here for Pokemon Go?” They said yeah and told me about a gym down the nature trail. I went and didn’t challenge it because I didn’t think I’d be strong enough yet. Anyway, in the park where I was, there’s this clocktower in the center, and everyone was gathered around there. The reason was because the clocktower was the gym, and around the clocktower were three pokestops that were really close to each other. It was pretty rad. People would ask what team you were, and if you were on their team, they’d point at you approvingly or high-five you.
Some of my friends showed up later! All of them were band kids. I mostly traveled alone but a lot of them stayed in groups of two or three or four. I caught so many pokemon! Mostly pidgeys and rattatas, but that’s okay because I caught enough that I could evolve my Pidgeotto and one of my stronger rattatas.
Also, a lot of churches in the area were gyms and pokestops! At the church I used to attend regularly, I caught a Bulbasaur!
girl ; all guillotine, glass fingernails whalebone eyes there’s no room for lungs in 24 inch waists & sometimes, the dress squeezes your heart out of your throat this bird on a telephone wire romance drives knives through my skin or armor, i guess
we spend our lives fighting, come out midnight skies, black velvet & blue moon, bloody knuckles, broken ribs we wore mascara like war paint pink lipstick still makes me think of you
you, paradox. clocktower bones, metronome heart holding on to soft even while making mannequin your birdcage frame you carry atlases in the lines of your palms like road maps like plans
you still cling & I tremble knees like chances not taken dollhouse cheeks full with swollen blood vessels in august, I shatter into porcelain but punches only bruise your measuring tape skin your hourglass hips drain sand the same way your pushpin lips shrink with each day you don’t speak & you are fading
Missing Monday is a coming of age webcomic that follows Foyle Leaf and her growing relationship with Monday Rhodes, a girl from another world who appears one day through a doorway in an abandoned clocktower.
Plasmius had his own little room in the Clocktower. With Clockwork teaching him about his powers he oftentimes spent several days there. He was lounging on his bed and playing with miniature stars when he sensed another ghost nearby, one with an ectosignature he wasn’t familiar with. He dispelled the stars and left the room to find out who had appeared.