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Can I make an oc to interact with yoursss…

???? i'm like crazy INactive on here but sure. i need the motivation to get back on here anyways. because god knows i ain't gonna.

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I think it's about time I got back to writing comet, he was a great character I let go because of my own personal doubts. going to be active while I work on transfering an oc from twt to here as a sideblog.

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⠀⠀It's hot. Heat rises in waves off of the asphalt. Street vendors offer sweet treats of the cooler variety. The lack of wind leaves skin sticky and damp with sweat. What a day to suffer the wrath of the sun.

⠀⠀Comet lays upon the concrete beneath a sidewalk archway, taking in the slight coolness of the shade. Not a single soul pays him any mind. They understand. The notion of his chest rising in heavy breaths, eyes closed, skates strapped to his feet, they know well enough he doesn't want to be disturbed.

⠀⠀Sweating off a hangover was far easier when he was younger. Now joints ache and bones creak with each solemn movement. Oh to be nineteen again, ready to take on the world.

⠀⠀Now the only thing he's ready to take on is a watermelon popsicle . . . too bad he didn't bring his wallet.

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𖤐 || @paranoia-eyes continued from here.

⠀⠀The sense of personal space is disregarded. Even after such a . . . hetic, leave from stage. Comet doesn't hold an ounce of defense. Visibly swallowing down the thick, phlegmy blood clotting in the back of his throat. It tastes of copper and violence. Enough to nearly choke on, the spot just beneath his ears burn.

⠀⠀Head turns, linking gaze with a wince riding his eyelids. Muscles are starting to ache. His body is eager to rest, but his mind refuses.

⠀⠀Comet stares at the redhead. Soundless for a second. Then his lips split in a slow grin, a wheeze, at first. Crackling out into a weak laugh. He's not sure what he finds so funny, but it's nice to laugh, to smile. The sound wavers off into a sigh just as quickly as it arrived.

⠀⠀“ Just you, ” He hums around the thickness in his throat. “ Doesn't look like you got so much as a scratch. ”

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its not even cold yet and im sick as a dog. my fingers are itching but i have no energy to do anything but lie in bed. at least im managing to get that multimuse blog done. ive got a main three so this should be interesting. now let me go dope up on cough medicine and suffer for longer.

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“ Nothing ever fully changes. The moon is still the moon through each of it's stages in the night sky. He is still a child, staring up at the stars, waiting for one to fly by so he can make a wish . . . ”

⠀⠀Blood ran down from his left nostril. Bare to free bleed as it made course over lips, veering down the skin until it began to drip from his chin. Quaint little red droplets splashing down onto the already damp concrete, mixing in with the rainwater and whatever grime coats its surface.

⠀⠀Comet didn't do much to aid it. Nor the small cut across the bridge of his nose. Quite frankly it felt better to just sit out on the steps of the bar, staring, uninterested, out at the edge of the sidewalk. The blood was phlegmy now, in limbo of dry and freshly dripping, sticky and gross against his skin. He didn't mind, or, didn't think to mind . . . Didn't think much at all . . . Good. He didn't want to, not at the moment.

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“ Nothing ever fully changes. The moon is still the moon through each of it's stages in the night sky. He is still a child, staring up at the stars, waiting for one to fly by so he can make a wish . . . ”

⠀⠀Blood ran down from his left nostril. Bare to free bleed as it made course over lips, veering down the skin until it began to drip from his chin. Quaint little red droplets splashing down onto the already damp concrete, mixing in with the rainwater and whatever grime coats its surface.

⠀⠀Comet didn't do much to aid it. Nor the small cut across the bridge of his nose. Quite frankly it felt better to just sit out on the steps of the bar, staring, uninterested, out at the edge of the sidewalk. The blood was phlegmy now, in limbo of dry and freshly dripping, sticky and gross against his skin. He didn't mind, or, didn't think to mind . . . Didn't think much at all . . . Good. He didn't want to, not at the moment.

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ah yes another original character that i've based off of my own personal experiences and emotional hardships. this one can't POSSIBLY become another absolute favorite of mine to portray . . .

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Make my muse talk about one of their...

✨ Deep interests ⚽ Hobbies 🧠 Expertise 🏆 Achievements 💀 Failures ☀️ Hopes / wishes 🔥 Fears / worries 💥 Regrets 💗 Relationships / lovers 💚 Friends / family members ⚔️ Enemies / rivals 👑 Role models / mentors ✔️ Merits ❌ Flaws ❗ Defining life events

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𝚅𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂 " 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 " 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂!

below is a list of starters from both sides of the conversation , with prompts geared toward scenes involving some sort of confrontation. prompts rage from friendly to not so friendly. please consider following for more prompts and please do not steal!

❛ i can't believe you hid this from me. ❜

❛ that's it. we need to talk about this. right here. right now. ❜

❛ don't see how we can get around talking about this anymore. ❜

❛ you can't just keep avoiding me! ❜

❛ i'm not leaving until we talk about this. ❜

❛ come on just . . . talk to me. ❜

❛ all this time . . . and it was all a lie? ❜

❛ i trusted you. ❜

❛ did you think i wasn't going to notice? ❜

❛ start talking. now. ❜

❛ when are you going to stop lying to me? ❜

❛ i just wanna talk. ❜

❛ can we talk about this? please? ❜

❛ i came to talk this out. ❜

❛ you and i can work this thing out. ❜

❛ enough lies. tell me the truth! ❜

❛ i just wanna know what happened. ❜

❛ you can tell me. ❜

❛ just . . . start from the beginning. ❜

❛ are we gonna talk about this like grownups? ❜

❛ can you just be an adult about this for once?! ❜

❛ i didn't think it was gonna be so hard to talk about it. ❜

❛ i don't wanna talk about it. ❜

❛ i said leave it alone! ❜

❛ it's not that simple. ❜

❛ can we just . . . not talk about this right now? ❜

❛ i didn't want to see you get hurt. ❜

❛ okay fine. you wanna talk about it? here it is , ❜

❛ i kinda hoped you would just ignore it. ❜

❛ okay , fine just . . promise you won't get mad. ❜

❛ i don't wanna lie to you. ❜

❛ i wish it were that simple. ❜

❛ we passed the talking stage a long time ago. ❜

❛ the truth is more painful. ❜

❛ the beginnings , still a little hazy. ❜

❛ stop saying i'm not taking this seriously! ❜

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i know it may seem like i'm not active with my lack of posts/reblogs, but i'm still around! i've just been dealing with flare ups and it's been hard focusing for the past week or two. but don't hesitate to send me an ask or dm me if you'd like to write, plot, or just talk! it might even help me break out of this funky episode i've got going on.

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[i want you to tell me i might never recover]

— Jay Vespertine (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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comet finally finding a way to crossdress in public without people noticing he's amab. and one day some jackass tries to get handsy only to find out he was. in fact. checking out a dude in a cropped shirt, a skirt, and some makeup. and comet just hits one of these ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ before decking the guy.

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Send in a Pet Name / Nickname that your muse might call mine, and see how my muse reacts to it.

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Concerned Sentences, Vol. 8

(Concerned sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I don't think you can go back to the way it was before."

"You look like you could use some company?"

"Are you sure you don't want to see a doctor?"

"I still think this is deeply irresponsible - and believe me, I would know!"

"Maybe you should tell me what's bothering you?"

"Research shows that it's easier to open up when relaxed. It allows you to talk about what's really bothering you."

"If I know you at all, this isn't the only reason you're here."

"You're acting like you've lost your mind!"

"I think you've had enough to drink."

"You've forgotten what it's like to feel emotions!"

"I've never seen much good come from looking to the past."

"Sometimes an emotional injury doesn't show itself right away."

"This may be something of an understatement, but you are not doing well."

"What secrets are darkening your brow?"

"Grief can drive people to extraordinary lengths."

"You're self-medicating with homemade drugs?"

"Shouldn't you be resting?"

"You do look stressed! Would you like some ginger tea? Or maybe just some gin?"

"If there's one thing I've learnt, it's you can't run away from your own life."

"Don't torture yourself with hypotheticals."

"I know this is serious, but you can still smile. You're allowed to enjoy things."

"I know you want to help me, but I don't think you can this time."

"You've always blamed yourself for things that weren't your fault."

"You can keep on telling yourself that you're fine, but you're not fine!"

"Don't worry about me. I don't want it, I don't need it. Just don't do it."

"If you keep going down this path, something really bad is going to happen."

"I know I don't know you well enough to say this, but you haven't seemed yourself lately."

"You haven't left the house in over a week! You can't just stay inside watching old movies all the time!"

"Does anyone know how sick you are?"

"I have experience with this - this sort of pain - and you can't escape it by building walls around your heart."

"You seem uncomfortable."

"When was the last time that you had a hug?"

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It felt . . . borderline terrifying. As if someone had come up and spat in his face. He was at a loss. What else could he do? What more was needed? How much did he have to bleed?

The gazebo felt the best place to sulk, where the shrubs encircled it, leaving it hidden unless someone else followed the step-stone path. There he nurtured the burn in his nose and dull ache saddling the back of his throat. A cigarette lit, which both did, and did not, help. Even after searching for solitude, that too, only made it worse.

Comet had come, it was a fancy event, a party venue both inside and outside. Most preffered the clutter inside. Yet that image brought a churn to his stomach. In the two hours he'd been there, not a single person recognized him. Why had he been invited at all?

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i listen to the doom soundtrack when i'm overstimulated. and i am currently very overstimulated. so vega core it is