Realmwaker's Retreat

Hey there. I go by Cappy or Si, depending on vibes and star alignment.

Just a chill spot for me to be creative/reblog whatever catches my eye. Growing the Archive and learning to embrace my weirdness.

Feel free to stay a while. Reblog what you like.

The stars are warm and kind. This is a safe, judgement free zone. Just existence, free from validation.

Drift safely, friends!

No blobby hands warped by server math. Blobby hands made by a confused, caffeinated artist at 3am.

That was bold and smooth as fuck. (I'm unhurt. Lost my phone, along with my faith in humanity.)

My phone has ascended to a beautiful place called Walmart. Dumpster or ecoATM therein, I don't know. Phone's been replaced with a different one.

My brain wanted validation and quick dopamine hits. Impatience meant shaky linework. Basic coloring and shading felt like drowning.

The AuDHD goblins demanded perfect art fast or nothing. Eventually, nothing was easier than not meeting my own high expectations.

That I let those goblins win in the first place is my biggest regret.

Why are you consuming random food and potions your find just lying around? Are you out of your damned minds? Does food safety mean nothing to you?

Yes, that roast chicken on the dusty dungeon floor looks great. But stop and think!

Why is it even there? Dungeons don't have vending machines. Why haven't the monsters eaten it? Where did it come from? Where has it been? How is it still warm?

Potions are a bit better. Those are sealed. But you still don't know what's in there. Could turn you into a frog or something.

Use common sense. Don't eat random shit. Support your local shopkeeper by buying reputable supplies, instead!

Popular culture paints unicorns as cute, innocent horseys with pastel fur that trail magic sparkles poop rainbows.

I call bullshit! A romanticized conspiracy!

At it's core, a unicorn is still a wild animal with a sharp AF horn. Do not approach the unicorn. You will get bitten, kicked, or mercilessly shanked.

No, you can't out run a pissed off, 1,000lb murder machine built for speed. It can smell your fear.

They're also a protected/endangered species. The Department of Magic and Myth (D.A.M.M.) does NOT care if you're leaking from unicorn impalement and poor life choices. You'll also get fined. Steeply, I might add.

Stay the fuck away from unicorns, ok? Look, but don't you dare touch.

Snuggly beds, dens, nests, whatever for resting, vibing, and mingling. Technology and charging ports for the AI and robotkin. Customizable pocket dimensions for the eldritch and divine kin.

Cute snacks for every palate, from the vegetable craving dragon to the angel with a sweet tooth. Hot and cold beverages too.

Big rooms filled with all kinds of activities. Big group fun time for the social and adventurous. Small, quiet things for the more introverted. No pressure to participate at all if you don't want to.

Outdoor spaces for hunting, lurking, frolicking, and flying.

Tons of accessible resources for those just discovering themselves, or for the respectfully curious.

​Since I’ve revamped the blog, I wanted to drop a quick, out-of-character note to explain the new layout for anyone curious!

​Si the Realmwalker is my genderless alien alter ego / original character. They serve as a fluid, creative mascot for this blog, tying together my otherkin identies and narrative world-building into one shape-shifting package.

​When you see posts written in that sci-fi, "rogue archivist" voice, that’s just me having some low-pressure fun and writing in character. I'll try to tag those with Si's name at the end, but might forget sometimes.

​At the end of the day, this blog is just a quiet, isolated corner for my original lore, cat pictures, personal hyperfixations, and general randomness.