#urbex dream explores

[eurotrip]

[malfnction-54]

[asinineaura]

desecrated, vandalized offices at abandoned animal testing facility, 2020

[hogrot]

I explored an abandoned construction site today. There were plenty of trailers, excavators, misc. structures, and even a warehouse.

Perfect habitation for bees and wasps, though—they're the biggest thing I watch out for when exploring. I throughly inspect for nests as I clear rooms.

It's easy to get sucked into the novelty of an old area, yet the last thing I want is to blindly walk into wasp abodes. A trailer I checked had a wasp nest over the front entrance. I made distance upon discovering, but one bug stung my scalp in the process. Ouch.

[adiluteddream]

"Uneducated"

original photograph by J.B. Snodgrass (@adiluteddream) with Nikon D7100 camera in Lynville, Mississippi.

No reposting to other sites, please!

[shadywitchfestival]

[carcosacurations]

duck art

[sun-up-moon-down]

I had a dream last night that reinvigorated my will to live and explore.

I was at my dad’s house a few cities away and my family and I went to a nice park. I ended up wandering off 20 miles from home to skateboard in a suburban neighborhood at the edge of a street I’ve dreamed about a few times. It was one of the 6 places I have recurring dreams about. I skated around the streets for a while and went door to door asking for snacks, water refills, or anyone who wanted to join me. No one joined, but I got to try all different kinds of food.

I realized I was really far away from home and skated down the recurring street to a park on the other side. It was called Rossen Park and the vibe around it was much more yellow and pale blue than the surrounding city. You know how different cities and states have different color vibes, like the further south you go, the paler it gets? It was like that.

I met a lady and asked where I was and she took me to her house to call my dad and pick me up. It turns out her roommate was my aunt who showed me how to make a dessert out of covering popsicle sticks in a mixture of sugar and honey and placing them directly onto the ice in the freezer. My dad picked up the phone and I got to go home.

Me and my dad talked about how he wished he’d been with me to explore the city and that I probably found more enjoyment in it than he ever would.

This morning after that dream, I woke up in such a good mood (despite also having quite a few recurring nightmares alongside it) and I now have the urge to go explore the world.

I��m gonna pack a bag with the following items and go out in the mornings on my days off and come home before dinner to eat, shower, and go to bed.

• Flashlight

• Sketchbook + pens

• Water bottle

• Assorted snacks

• Sewing kit

• Multitool + knife + mace

• Wildflower seeds

• Phone + solar charger

• Notebook

• Polaroid camera

• Camcorder

• Tagging Stickers + paint markers

• Rope

• Chalk

If you have dreams or the desire to explore like me, please submit photos and stories of your adventures and your dreams. I’d love to experience the joy of the world with you!

[stanheightsimp]

This sick strange darkness | Adam Stanheight x GN(afab)!Reader (NSFW)

Sitting on the balcony and watching the rain fall with Adam | 2545 words

(this is an AI-generated image, to illustrate what I had in mind)

I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight I need somebody and always This sick strange darkness Comes creeping on so haunting every time - I Miss You, Blink 182

🪚 Content Warning : NSFW smut, vaginal sex, creampie, unprotected sex, spit kink

MINORS DNI

You're an urbexer living in Jersey City. Two months ago, a young man about your age, Adam Stanheight, disappeared. You were particularly affected, because he was your age. He could have been one of your friends, or even you. You'd often, if not every day, seen a sad-faced woman pasting missing person posters on the gray walls of Jersey. On several occasions, you went to her aid. She was Adam's mother. She often talked to you about him, about how, despite appearances, he was a good boy, passionate about photography, rock music and animals. Despite the fact that you helped this woman with all the determination you could muster, you were certain that Adam was gone for good. And that made you sad.

Despite the worrying climate of disappearances in town, this didn't stop you from doing your usual urbex. While exploring an abandoned house, "a great spot" according to your buddy who'd put you onto it, you found Adam. He was chained to a wall in a squalid bathroom, having not eaten for… days, weeks, perhaps? You still had one of his missing person posters in the back pocket of your jeans. Reassuring him as best you could (which wasn't easy), you called for help, and Adam was released.

Adam spent several days in hospital, before he was able to return home. But as soon as he stepped out of his shithole of an apartment, he felt very, very bad. Partly because it was the apartment in which he'd been captured. And secondly, because after spending several weeks alone, in complete darkness, he had a very, very hard time with solitude.

You were the first person he thought to call. Because you found him. Because you'd seen him at his worst, clinging to your leg, begging you not to leave him behind, as you were just about to leave for the front door to greet the paramedics.

You ended up sleeping at his place more often than you slept at yours, even finding his old sofa a pleasant place to sleep.

That evening, it was a stormy night. You couldn't get to sleep, listening to the sound of rain beating against the window and thunder rumbling in the distance. You didn't hear Adam's little footsteps approaching. He was curled up in his blanket, staring blankly at an invisible spot on the grimy living-room wall.

Hey, you you said. You okay?

He lowered his eyes and shook his head, before coming to sit on the sofa beside you.

Easy, Adam, breathe, you said, feeling the explosion near.

You'd learned to recognize the warning signs of Adam's mental breakdown. So you pulled him against you.

Another nightmare, eh? you guessed.

He gave you no response other than a slight nod, and a whispered sorry as he buried his face in your shoulder. You proceeded to rub the back of his hand with the palm of your hand, repeating comforting words in a low voice:

You're here with me, Adam, you're not in that squalid bathroom anymore. You're all right now. I won't let anyone hurt you, I'm here, Adam.

Outside, the storm was raging. Adam hiccupped, before starting to sob softly against your shoulder.

Adam, breathe, you whispered in his ear. Remember what we said. It's all right, Adam. Everything's all right.

He nodded weakly. Suddenly, an idea crossed your mind.

How about a smoke on the balcony? We'd be out of the rain and we could watch the rain fall. What do you say?

He raised his head and sniffed.

Yeah, I could use a cigarette.

You got up at the same time, Adam still wrapped in his blanket, he grabbed the pack of cigarettes from his coffee table, and you went out onto his balcony. The cold was biting, and you shivered.

As you both sat on the balcony, backs against the wall, Adam spread the flaps of his blanket so that you were both wrapped up in it, like a cocoon. His body was warm, you couldn't help but notice.

It feels good, he confided. You know, to be outside. It'd be better if it was somewhere else than in a place that's crap.

He pulled a cigarette from his pack, and proceeded to light it. And that's when, for the first time, you saw Adam. Of course you'd looked at him many times before, but now it pierced you. He was beautiful, painfully beautiful. Under the light of the moon, the flashes of lightning and the artificial illumination of the street lamps, the angular shape of his face was highlighted. So were his long, slender fingers encircling his cigarette.

He then handed you the pack of cigarettes, offering you one, which you declined:

I don't fancy a whole cigarette. Maybe I could have a few puffs on yours?

Yeah, no worries, he replied.

As he brought his cigarette close to your lips, allowing you to take a few puffs, he asked:

You know what's strange?

You brought your face close to his hand, took a drag on his cigarette, tilted your head back as you exhaled the smoke skyward.

Tell me, Adam?

Knowing that I could have died and no one would have cared. Not a single person in the world.

Your parents cared! you corrected him. Your mother put out missing person poster every day! And then… I cared.

That's what I don't get! he exclaimed. Why did you even care? Do you know how many people disappear every day? People who probably had a better life than me and a better chance of being found. People who deserved to be found!

His depreciation of himself, so sudden, so angry, brought tears to your eyes.

Because your mother told me about you! You're not the boy with the best life, but you're someone like me. Someone who does his best. Someone who's trying to keep his head above water in this rotten world. Someone who's imperfect, but who's human, sincere! you cried, your voice breaking.

Your gaze slid over him, and you whispered:

You're wonderful, Adam.

He flinched slightly when you raised your voice, and his gaze locked with yours, glistening with tears. A deathly silence now reverberated, interrupted only by the rain pounding on the roof and the thunder. His breathing seemed to freeze in his chest. So you did the only thing that made sense to you at the time. You took the cigarette that hung between his lips, half-open in surprise, placed it in the ashtray and then put your lips to his.

The first thing that popped into your mind as your lips finally met was the taste. They tasted of tobacco and mint toothpaste. Adam tastes warm. He tastes alive. His lips parted, allowing full access to his mouth, and your tongues intertwined. Who knew his tongue was so soft?

You deepened the kiss, coming straddling him, growling with pleasure as the kiss continued, Adam placing his hands on your cheeks. His teeth nibbled lightly on your bottom lip.

Adam… we… we should go inside, you said, your tone unequivocal about what's going to happen once you're inside.

Inside… he repeated. Yeah, good idea.

His lips were still touching yours, even if it had amounted to a gentle caress, his breath all against your skin. His hands slid down to your hips, and Adam let out a muffled growl before beginning to nibble your earlobe. Almost instinctively, your pelvis pressed against Adam's, and your hands went under his shirt, caressing his slim torso.

In one motion, you both stood up and walked back into the apartment, still kissing. Adam tackled you to the wall, devouring your lips with an avidity you didn't suspect, his whole body pressed against yours.

Fuck, Adam, I want you…

Yeah, I want you too, YN, he replied, breathing heavily, all against your lips.

With erratic movements and fingers trembling with desire, you started to unbutton Adam's pants, before giving up and attacking his t-shirt instead. Adam, raising his arms, let himself be undressed. You dropped his T-shirt to the floor, then ran your hands over his torso. He was really skinny; his captivity had left scars he hadn't yet healed. On his right shoulder, the bullet hole was still visible. He slid your pants down your hips, and his hand came to rest against your crotch, through your underwear. He smiled, his middle finger brushing against your already moist intimacy.

So wet for me, he said with a sneer, nibbling your lower lip.

Shut up, Stanheight, you replied, the end of your sentence choking in your throat as, through the fabric, you felt his finger sink viciously into your folds.

Hm? he said lightly, his lips sliding against your neck. You say?

Still groping, you made your way through the apartment to Adam's bedroom. You dropped onto the bed, Adam removing his jeans and rushing over to you with a hungry glint in his eye to remove your tshirt. Then, delicately, he grabbed your hand, slipping it between his legs. Through his underwear, your fingers wrapped around his cock and he let out the most glorious moan you've ever heard.

Take off my underwear, Adam, make me fucking naked, you moaned.

He made no bones about taking it off you, then taking off his own, sitting on the bed for a moment to see the mess you'd both become. Both completely undressed, both excited, both sweating and trembling with anticipation.

I want to do things to you, he says, his breathing shaking with excitement.

You pulled him against you again, naked body against naked body, eager to taste every inch of his skin. You kissed him full on the lips, savoring the taste of mint and tobacco, something new and yet so familiar. When you broke the kiss, a thin trickle of saliva connected your lips.

I want you to do things to me, I want you to ravage me, you said breathlessly, your mouth sliding down his neck to leave hickeys, as your fingers titillated his nipples.

Adam hiccupped with desire, his breath catching in his chest. His hand slid down your back, bringing your bodies together. He let his lips roam to your chest, kissing, biting and suckling your nipples with almost sloppy impatience. It was almost too overwhelming, almost too good.

You're incredible, you gasped.

He grabbed your hair, gently tipping your head back, and proceeded to devour your neck with ever so much ardor, while with his other hand, his fingers moved in and out of you

Adam… fuck me, you said, eager to have something other than his fingers inside you. You want it as much as I do, and I know it.

You proceeded to suck on his right nipple, tasting the salty, moist flavor of his skin. Adam let out another moan, more desperate than ever, and, moving his hips against yours, began to thrust delicately inside you. His forehead was pressed against yours, your panting breaths almost synchronizing. When he was fully inside you, everything seemed to stop. You stood still, as if suddenly aware of some kind of sacredness in the act. And also, let's be honest, that if you started to get wild already, you'd both cum very quickly.

Your hand grazed Adam's cheek and you got lost in his eyes. He gently began to initiate a movement, slow, ample. His fingers clutched at his sheets, nervously.

Your bodies were like two pieces of a puzzle. Don't think about the puzzle now, you are mumbling to yourself. Think only of Adam. You drew his face against yours, kissing him, and giving him tacit agreement to pick up the pace, which he did, kissing you almost desperately at the same time. Your nails dug into his back, probably leaving a few marks.

It's so, so huge, you whispered in his ear. You fill me up so good, baby.

In response, he grabbed your legs, and pushed them against your shoulders, sinking deeper into you. Your cry of surprise and pleasure echoed throughout the room. You opened your mouth, eager for sensation, but above all, eager for him.

Spit in my mouth, Adam.

Surprise flashed across his eyes for a moment, then, still pounding you mercilessly, he leaned forward, dripping a fine trickle of saliva into your mouth. Adam's taste invaded all your taste buds. He abruptly let go of your legs to place one of his hands on your cheek, kissing you passionately. A kiss filled with an almost indecent desire. Like, he'd just spit in your mouth in such a dirty way, and now he was taking you wildly.

Adam, I… you started, trying to hold back the climax that threatened to come. I love you! I love you!

Oh my God, I love you so much… he replied in a hoarse voice.

He kissed you almost brutally, almost as if he couldn't control himself anymore, as the rhythm of his hips increased at an indecent rate.

Then… orgasm reaps you. Just after he tells you he loves you, you cum, screaming his name so loudly that, if they didn't already, the neighbors must know his name by now.

Come inside me, you managed to articulate. Come inside me, I want to feel you.

I'm not wearing any... he began, hesitantly.

I don't give a shit about condoms, you replied, almost desperately, wrapping your legs around his pelvis. Come on, I want to see my beautiful boy cum in my little pussy.

Oh fuck… he murmured, burying his face in your neck.

You felt him spread inside you, and his hip movements continued for a while longer, before he came to rest, lying on top of you, his face still against your neck, his breathing short and choppy.

It was… he started.

Yeah. It was. you replied, stroking his hair.

He withdrew gently, and you felt all the cum he'd injected flowing out of you.

Oops! he said, chuckling lightly. Don't move, I'll get you something to wipe with.

He disappeared into the corridor for a moment and returned with a damp washcloth, which he ran gently over your crotch before caressing your cheek, looking at you with a look that expressed nothing but pure love.

I suppose now that we're… you begin, before interrupting yourself.

Maybe, after all, what you'd just done didn't have the same meaning for you as it did for Adam? Maybe it was just comfort sex in his eyes. He looked at you, tilting his head slightly to one side. Then the reasons for your hesitation became clear to him, and he gently kissed your forehead, before coming to nestle beside you:

Yes, we're together, and yes, you can sleep here. I promise you that by tomorrow, I won't regret anything I've done or said tonight, he said in a gentle voice.

You purred and snuggled up to him.

Outside, the rain had stopped. And deep down you knew it: this was the first night of a long series of nights at Adam's side.

[malfnction-54]

[petimetrek]

So the other day I had a weird dream? I was doing urbex somewhere and suddenly looked inside a room and tv ineffable husbands were there, like this? kissing? and I thought "Cool, Amazon made it canon" and kept exploring.

[ulabewriting]

Karter Foreman-McGuire.

he/him.

TW : mention of smoking, bad relationship with parents and coming-out(going good tho)

– Nigerian, adopted in Benin City.

– Capricorn.

– Transgender / AFAB.

– Tattoo artist.

• part of the “don’t give a fuck about being rich” duo. (skyh’s bestie<3)

• rejects every single one of his parent’s “beliefs” and morals.

• will never forgive them for the poor treatment of Liz. (clearly the sibling he’s closest to, jokingly calls her his “favorite”.)

• chillest person you’ve ever met.

• until the topic is his parents. he gets very tense.

• somehow knows everything about everyone. (that means he’s the best to gossip with ;] )

• is insanely scared of love and getting into a relationship. (he freaked out soooo bad when he realized his feelings for you–)

• loves people very deeply though. There are no words to describe the intensity of his feelings for his siblings, friends and you.

• a skater guy. (the cliché one listening to some mean linkin park, yeah, yeah, yeah.)

• loves drawing and painting. he regularly adds little drawings on his skateboard.

• one of the most creative people you’ll ever meet.

• becoming a tattoo artist has always been his dream.

• would go into mind break if you ask him to tattoo you. He’d be so touched and flattered you’d trust him with something such, he could cry.

• doesn’t have any tattoos himself though.

• wears long sleeves all the time, no matter the season and temperature.

• « You ever think about, like, how… . . damn, I forgot what I was saying. . . .Anyway, you hungry ? »

• LOVES to have movie night dates with you. both of you, cuddles, coraline playing in the back. perfection.

• random guy with a random sense of humour. definitely the type to find elaborated jokes unfunny but will be cry-laughing because of a goofy horn noise.

• is into urbex. loves to find and explore the most rannndom, weirrrrd places. it kind of freaks you out sometimes but it makes him happy so oh well. :)

• « I swear ! I found the coolest place; apparently it’s an ancient hospital where patients used to summon evil spirits. We haaaave to go tonight ! Imagine if we hear like… weird laughs and little voices and shit. That’s so sick??? »

• absolutely hates alcohol. grape juice though ? he needs it to function.

• he's the jealous type. (but won't everrrr admit it; he'll pout and whine if you mention it.)

• writes lyrics of his favorite songs on the sole of his shoes.

• Oliver and him, as the « only bros of the pack », love to roleplay as exaggerated dudebros/toxic masculinity fucks from time to time and they always get cut short by Dominic and Liz’ disapproving glares, which only causes them to giggle stupidly and exchange knowing glances. dudebros in their own bubble i guess–

• draws little hearts and stars on your skin. (would definitely color your tattoos if you have some!)

• the funny introvert of the group.

• laughs very easily. he looks scary until he flashes you the whitest, largest, most genuine smile eveR.

• kind of has fangs. cute little fangs. (and he bites to show his love, so yeah, prepare yourself–)

• obsessed with belts. He has a whole collection and it’s quite impressive–

• his love languages ? quality time and acts of service.

• plays guitar.

• calls you ‘precious’.

• it was his dream to join a band when he was in high school.

• sings you sweet lullabies when you can’t sleep – he has a beautiful, soothing voice, so it never takes you long to fall asleep.

• he was scared to death about coming out. Naturally, the first person he confided in was Liz, when he was 17. She had the sweetest, most supportive reaction and it really encouraged him to fully step out of the closet. By the time he was 20, he was out to the whole family, including his parents.

• has a special spot in his heart for Oliver. After all, he’s always been his ‘masculine role model’. (cause it sure as hell wasn’t his father lmao)

• remembers everything about you. even the smallest, ‘stupidest’ details.

• jokes about hating men all the time, and blames everything on them. The dishwasher not working ? Yeah, probably some man's fault. One of Celestia's designer bags missing ? Random dog barking in the streets ? Global warming ? MEN.

• very supportive. He’s the fondest about anything you do; he's always hyping up Mickayla’s brand and still wears her first pieces, he always showed up to Skyh’s plays even though he hates theater…No matter how uninterested he may seem; he deeply cares about what is going on around him and his loved ones.

• only wears silver jewelry, and you won’t ever catch him running around in the streets without a choker on.

• loves matching with you. phone cases, necklaces, bracelets, nail art – anything. anything as long as it's you.

• likes pda. Holding hands, hugging you, squeezing your waist, locking an arm around your shoulders… there’s no way you two go out and his hands are not everywhere on you.

• never smokes when you’re around. (unless you smoke as well, in that case; he will insist to light up your cigarette, it always brings a little smile to his lips when he does it.)

• wears strawberry chapstick 24/7. He can’t live without it.

• draws you all the time. He has lots of random sketches on the corner of his notebooks’ pages and big ass paintings of you hidden under his bed – he’s scared you’d find him too obsessive and creepy if you found out how many of those he has.

• a sucker for cartoons. If you wait for him on his bed, ready to cuddle, an episode of teen titans on the tiny TV in his room, he’ll wrap himself around you like a blanket and never let go–

• reserved, but very vocal about his dislikes. Like if someone says something he has a problem with, he’ll say it. He won’t be rude about it, but he’ll definitely make it crystal clear.

• one of his dreams is to have a matching tattoo with all his siblings. Something discreet and meaningful; a symbol for the unique, disconcerting experience that being a Foreman-McGuire is.

• « You look like a whole ass museum all by yourself, precious. I could look at you forever… and as a matter of fact, I will. »

[songoftrillium]

Abscession

Back in the early 2000s I was a college student engrossed in urban exploration and film photography. It became my major, and to call it an obsession would be an understatement

I easily spent more time in abandoned and forgotten places that I did on campus, and I came to develop an appreciation for seeing indicators of nature moving back in to these abandoned places

One of my good friends at the time and I were both avid fans of World of Darkness; Werewolf in particular being a common subject of speculation as we explored these crumbling places, and I found myself often inspired.

I always wondered what it would be like to wander into a caern in such a state. Some place that used to be some grand and ancient site revered by some higher power. While such places do exist, they don't exist for entertainment but to tell the tale of past tragedies that took place there, and I don't want to make entertainment of genuine tragedy.

To step into these spaces after having been abandoned its easy to find evidence of past habitation even more apparent now than when it was first abandoned. Even the fingerprints others left are now visible for the mold that eventually intervenes on time's behalf, you find yourself minding your steps, and even the ceiling itself wants to close in on you and make you a feature on the landscape.

My aim with Dead Mountain is to tell a tale through the lens of abandoned spaces, only in this time, the thing that's been abandoned is a caern.

The mental image is of a group of lost cubs, maybe even still pre-change, being drawn to this place of power through seeing signs in the landscape. Maybe weird visions in dreams, a location that is referenced but never named, made prevalent purely through it's absence in-record.

Imagine discovering a garou fetish at the bottom of a creek and a session is learning how to use it? What if there's still a survivor or two from this old caern, living a life wrapped in harano or hiding one's wolf nature somewhere in town?

Or worse, imagine discovering that the site has become hostile to garou since then, the spirits of the deceased garou are stricken mad with rage, or perhaps the survivors have themselves become corrupt? Or even more exciting, what if one of those lost cubs was the child of the person responsible for bringing down the caern in the first place?

These questions arisen during my urbex years are what's sitting at the heart of Act II of Dead Mountain. The Sept of the Trillium Glade has sat absessing wyld energy while simultaneously being tainted by radioactive runoff. The patron has retreated with the heart into the deep umbra, but beneath the site a spiritual timebomb is waiting to go off if the players can't learn to harness their powers, uncover the secrets of the fallen sept, and heal the past. Such a trial will require them to learn history, travel the region, investigate for clues, survive the environment, evade danger, face down their past, control their will, and learn to harness their willpower. Add in a disenchanted garou pariah or two to teach gifts and the basics well enough for the party to realize the pariahs are themselves fallen, and you have the making for a riveting chronicle. Act I is all about building out the world and making it real before bringing it all crashing down in spectacular fashion. Cannot have your abandoned caern without a caern to fall, after all. And to that end, Act I must not only have remarkably deep enough characters to leave a mark on the land, but also have a failure so thoroughly comprehensive, that nothing the players do to stop abscession will succeed. Act I will easily be the hardest part and require the most work.

[shadywitchfestival]

[viralarcadian]

today's weird lucid dream:

prince of a kingdom in an alternate history earth was horrifically injured in some sort of accident (it was like, the 1880s in the dream) and in an effort to save his life the royal advisors ended up needing to use magic. the problem being that the ritual they used ended up turning the prince into a vicious monster that started hunting and eating the people of the kingdom

they tried to find a wsy to uncurse him that also wouldn't undo the healing, but it got to the point that the only thing that could be done was to lock the prince in a cavern beneath the castle

this whole thing caused the kingdom to fall to ruin and the castle (and the prince) to be abandoned

this was all implied to me as the backstory the ACTUAL dream was that in the modern day the castle became a popular place for cryptid hunters and urbex people to explore, and somebody accidentally undoes the magic seal on the prince's prison. turns out the ritual made him immortal as well and now he's out and pissed off

[shani000shani000shani]

about me

my name is Shani!

30 yrs of age, bi/pan woman of Slavic origin, immigrant to the US

Minors please DNI

childhood dx of autism, adult dx of ADD

i love Buckethead a little TOO much. way too much

I would love if you dm'd me! Message me & let's talk about:

Buckethead

Yume Nikki

All Yume Nikki fangames, especially Yume 2kki, LcdDem, and .flow

Lucid dreaming + keeping dream diary

90s and 2000s nostalgia

Vaporwave

Black and death metal

LGBT anything

Exploring abandoned places/urbex!

Creative writing

The Mars Volta and At the Drive-In!

Berserk

Neon Genesis Evangelion

Legend of the Galactic Heroes

The Vampire Chronicles

Old internet, old computers

Autistic life + autistic issues in women

The Sims 1, 2, and 3!

Hypnospace Outlaw

Andrei Tarkovsky movies

I was on Tumblr from 2011-2020 before I got locked out for unknown reasons + lost access to the email it was registered to. Starting over

Hate + sexual harassment will be blocked

Spicy things about any of the characters/fandoms listed above are welcome so long as they aren't minors!