Have you ever played a video game where you have to sleep to recover? They only let you do it if everything is safe. Otherwise they won’t let you sleep. You’ll get a message, saying “You cannot sleep now, there are monsters nearby.”
Now, remember the last time you just couldn’t get to sleep?
immunity cat also shelters you from coercive “reblog this or you aren’t a real X/you’re a terrible person” posts. It is OK to not emotionally blackmail your followers.
I feel like I’m witnessing some kind of technomancy. The Tumblr community has established (or, well, perpetuated, since it’s really just an update on a chain email) a ritual that takes advantage of the platform’s design — specifically the reblog function and the way we experience content on our dash — and someone has said “well, if the rules are that you only have to see something on your dash to be cursed, the corollary must be that you only have to see something to be anti-cursed.”
Boom, protective charm.
The only caveat is that in return for his services, he watches you masturbate.
Here’s the sketch for the new bit of fuckery I’m doing for my ask blog for funzies. Or at least I was until I remembered I had to color the bitch. I’m still not used to digital art so I do the sketch on paper then scan it off to be colored with a few lines in place for me to remember where the folds and stuff in cloth were supposed to be.
Just before nightfall I decided to take a walk outside. The sky was low, enveloping any object in its reach. It formed a dull, purplish haze - like nothing I’d seen before. The streets were empty. Not a single soul was out. It was oddly peaceful - imagining I was the only one left.
Oh, so that’s how you move to Nightvale. You just go out one evening and are like “Oh…I live here now. Poo.”