#Pollyn

[musicandoldmovies]

Pollyn - How small we are

[zeruch]

Sounds That Have Been Made, EP 60: Knower "I'm The President"

Good to see something new from the quirky nintendo-jazz/pop duo (in this case with a small army of supporting musicians in tow).

[hardwiredd]

smth smth computer maintenance gone wrong or something

[p-011-yn]

Trick or treat!

you get reese’s pieces

ENJOY!!!

[theheroand]

pollynation make some noise!!!! my birthday is TOMORROWWWWWW

[dylan-the-gay]

@gender-mailman mailmanmailman eu quero MUITO desenhar o loser(Trelon Pollyn) e o cara que destruiu o jardim do loser mas não quero dar muito detalhe pq um magico nunca revela seus planos malignos

[errornameredacted]

O W

you haunt my waking thoughts(you dry my resting tears)

again based on the mafia server m'lao

Set N4(?) After Scar's Death ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The wind swept up the loose grains of sand, lifting them off the ground and up into the air. Despite it being the tail end of the day in the middle of autumn, it was always melting in the desert. Another day had passed, another person had died to the Hands, and one was killed by the Town. Today it was Scar found dead. Well, they found him almost dead. But he died pretty much the second they found him. There was no point of him being alive, only to add to the pain. And it already hurt. A lot. At least, for Grian it did.

His feet made no sound as he walked through the desert, alone. It all felt so surreal. He'd been through all this before, many times. But this time was different, he guessed just a little bit of him hoped that this time, they could live together. No reds, no Hands, just Grian, Scar and the endless dunes of the desert. Of course, that tiny spark was extinguished once he approached him this morning. The only thing he could see was the thousands of cactus spines sticking out of his body. It was all too similar, the way he knelt down by his corpses and wept for the lover he lost. It was all his fault.

He reached Monopoly Mountain, but he didn't begin the climb up to the house. He didn't want to go in alone, to try and resume life as normal when it would never be the same again. Jellie should be in the house, sleeping on her pillow as she always is. She'd always wake up when Scar arrived, looking up at him with those beautiful emerald eyes. Grian didn't want to think about her eyes. They reminded him too much of Scar's. He was at the door to the sandcastle. Grian didn't realise he'd been walking up to it. His brain must've autopiloted it's way up. Grian swallowed his pride, and opened the door.

It was quiet in the castle. What was Grian expecting? That Scar would just, waltz down the stair like he always did? He's gone, and he will never come back. And who do we blame for that other than the innocent Cleo. Just another life lost. Grian really should be used to this by now, the haunting silence that was always there when he failed, when he hurt the people that trusted him. How many times he had felt this way, Grian doesn't know. But it's enough that he should be used to it. He was the widower every time, yet he always lost himself in the grief.

Grian dragged himself to the mat he called his bed. Scar slept their too. He won't need it anymore. Grian's wing spread over the mat like a child's blanket. They were probably full of dirt. Scar would preen his wings every night, carefully picking out every last grain of sand, going on and on about how he'd kill for wings like Grian's, how he'd kill for Grian. No more would he share these little moments with his partner. The chance was gone, he was alone.

Slowly, he began to pick away at the wings, removing the few noticeable specks of brown or beige. Grian wasn't going to go into detail with this. If he did, high chance he would cry, and he really didn't want to get the ‘bed’ soggy.

Once the colours were almost restored to their natural colour, Grian realised he was absolutely wrecked. He curled up into the mat, pulling the ragged sheet they used as a cover tightly to his body. It smelt of sand. It smelt of home. It smelt of Scar. Gods, Grian was a mess.

Grian fell asleep dreaming of the day he'd see Scar again, the day he'd hug him tighter then he ever did before.

The day he'd hold his hand and never let go.

@p-011-yn @justaleksey <- people who played desert duo

@audriandae <- to keep you happy

[aetheraeons]

The Anklebiters of Riseul

ART TAG | COMMISSIONS OPEN | ASKS WELCOME

Tuesday group I run, love these guys to bits (they're level 8 right now) :)

Featuring:

Nixian V., Aberrant Mind Sorcerer

Caliban Sov, Gunslinger Fighter

Pollyn of Rev-Arajun, Circle of Spores Druid

Delgren Smith, Zealot Barbarian of Shariale

[gender-mailman]

[ was going to ask for your cool ocs and almost blocked you/silly ]

Gzkwgwkwgwk >:00 how dare you almost block me!! /silly /j

OMG I WOULD LOVE TO TALK ABOUT MY SILLY GUYS SO MUCH!!!!! Ok só!

Here is all of them! These are old design but not much has changed really, their names are (in order):

firafe restar, trelon pollyn, jeferi fhiest,

terino charis, nerati jortin, merina triang,

kureir luryan, equile meagin, toperi memery,

bonnie trelis, meerin pastex

[imaginethat0327]

Here’s Pollyn’s skin!!

i think it would be such a fun little bit for hermitblr bit for folks to pass around their minecraft skins without any other design context and let people make up designs (as hermitblr artists do) to see how other people interpret it

[p-011-yn]

Chapter 2 Limerence when??? (no rush I'm an impatient little gremlin)

i can also be quite impatient, so i understand lol

i’m not sure when the chapter will be ready to post, but sero’s been working on it. it hopefully won’t be too long, but i can’t give any estimate right now

[dylan-the-gay]

BOOM!

MAIS UM! O nome dele é Trelon Pollyn

@gender-mailman

Ele tem cara de triste, ele é triste:(/silly/j

[resistance765]

“Findaway” - Pollyn feat. Alexis Taylor

[peachmelbaesunpostre]

(Pollyn)

[launderground]

POLLYN : FINDAWAY (FEAT. ALEXIS TAYLOR)

[gender-mailman]

A quick moodboard for my homestuck oc, Trelon Pollyn! 2/12

Hes a maid of doom that sleeps on derse and is a broze blood, he has a garden with many flowers on it, hes scared of the out side world só hes in his room most of the time he gives flowers to his online friends, his lusus is a big butterfly

This is his typing quirk: d(oo)m, br(o)ze