paleciity

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ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃᵛʸ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗʳᵘᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿ, ᵇᵘᵗ…….

Early little Like / Reblog if you're interested in a new videogame multimuse on the block! Featuring the likes of Kotone Shiomi, Mr. Joker Persona 5 himself, and many more! (follows back from @.crownedmain)

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// Considering making a multimuse and just moving Mono over there-

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✂️ (@paleciity offers either of the boys up to ur Entourage. First come first serve, they're very murder-able)

the first thing you notice is the way his bones crack under your hands. ━ his hands. it’s hands. who’s was it again? does it matter? long and twisted like bleached reeds, like something it shouldn’t be but is anyway, like a lot of things you can’t remember the names of, it can, but it isn’t you, or maybe it is, and your the sheep in the wolf-pack. that’s not how the saying goes. that’s not.

that is, you know, the way everything goes, as it fires the muscles down your hands, and a grip gets tighter, and you can’t call it yours anymore. it’s not. you don’t know when it stopped being, but it’s not. its concrete in your muscles in the way you can feel it scraping inside of him, trying to shift its ways into the right spots to puppet him like a toy that’d listen as long as it wanted him to, this is not you as much as it is you. entirely you, not at all. does that make sense? it doesn’t have to. it never stops raining, and it takes a second look to see that its not blood running down your arm. ( its just pooling in your hand. you remember how it looked when the man with the wicker heart skinned things in the shed, and how it’d pool. how it never stopped. how it stained. you wonder if it’d be in-between the cracks by now. you haven’t looked in years. you’re much too old now. much too old. ) 

you’ve been walking. it’s been walking, rather, mind buzzing with radio singles meshing into non-words that should be language but isn’t in the way coherence is just who understands you, not that your incoherent. that doesn’t make sense, but you don’t try to force the pieces where they don’t want to go. think, how did this happen again? ━━━ chasing. yes, chasing. you were ━ chasing him. cats chasing mice. mice always being faster. cats pressing upwards into walls and never thinking, never speaking, never- you were chasing him, you remember that, right? yes, you remember that. he was weaving ━ good at weaving ━ through the furniture that they’d left behind a very long time ago, he was weaving in and out and trying to run away ━ scared of you, scared of me too ━━━ he called me, didn’t he? called me, knocked on that door, saw me by face ━━━ did he? did you? you don’t think you did. 

chasing. you’re always faster, you’re so tall now, and he wasn’t. he was lucky, lucky lucky, but you’re faster. he tried to run, but ━ and you grabbed him, white-knuckled, and the mask fell, and you ━ crunch. snap. chasing, right? killed him, right? snap between your fingers, he could feel his ribs cave in, break like toothpicks, oh so delicate they are, aren’t they? aren’t they? aren’t you? do you remember the way the train hit you, and he’s not supposed to die here, he’s not, you know he’s not, he’s supposed to ━ you’re not sure. what was it again? ( hes supposed to live, god, hes supposed to live. )

you can’t remember. but there’s blood on your hands, and you’ve been staring at him, limp like a dead rat, dangling in your grip. you think he stopped breathing somewhere along the line, and you’re walking, right! you’re walking, of course you’re walking, why wouldn’t you be walking? you’re walking and the waters coming up to your ankles, and you think the city’s flooding. that’s no good. is it mad at you? ━ like a little dog with something in its mouth that it shouldn’t have ━ maybe it is. you should be upset, you know that, you know a lot of things, and you know you should be upset. you should be grieving. you never meant to kill him, he was never supposed to die, why did he die? because that’s how these things go. things die when you love them too much. things die when you try to keep them safe. things hate you. things hate you. things hate you. ( is that why? )

the waters coming to your knees now. the city’s flooding. ━ no, it’s not. you’re just on your knees how. puddles seem so deep, deep enough to drown in. he’s holding him to his chest like a mother bird holds a chick. this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. it wasn’t. he was supposed to win. he was ━ you can’t think. the body’s wrong, it’s wrong, it’s not supposed to dip like that in the sides, it’s not supposed to jut out at angles like that, it’s not. but the static shushes him gentle like a mother with it’s child, and it pats his head, and it goes ‘ i’m not mad. ‘ because of course it’s not mad, it’s never quite mad, nothing means enough to it to make it angry ━ make it care. instead it tugs at his body, tugs at his mind, tugs ever so gently the corpse out of his hands like it was taking the remains of a broken toy, and maybe that was what it was doing. it says ‘ we can get another, come on now, don’t be so sad. they are such fragile things, children. ‘ not him, you want to say, not him. not the one that stood his ground against things that were always so much bigger than him, like a boy against giants, because that’s exactly what it was, a rat against monsters.

he wasn’t meant to die like this, but here he was, growing colder by the minute, and the static hums gently, a doctor hum, and you can see eyes peering out between cracks in the concrete, watching underneath the road. the broadcast hums, and it coos, and it makes you rise again, tugging strings like a leash you can’t break, and somewhere along the way you find yourself dropping the body, slipping from your numb hands, and you don’t realize it truly until 3 days later, when that knocking comes again on your doorway, where you sit in your room like a good boy, like a good boy waiting for something to happen because that’s what you always do, that’s what always happens, and you know that knocking as much as you don’t, always ripped away too soon, but the static strips your nerves, and says ━━━  Hush, love, hush, think it through. once it bubbles then what's to do? watch it close, let it brew. Wait. /  Slow, love, slow, time's so fast, now goes quickly; see? now it's past. soon will come, soon will last. Wait.

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Powerwalks towards you with murderous intent-

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You reek of DEATH and VERMIN,

                                                                                                                                            && climbing from the floorboards was your corpse singing HALLELUJAH !

x misc. horror inspired oc x semi selective x 6+ years experience x features verse for F.NAF, Little Nightmares, and more to come x follows from almostawitchbutnotquite

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// reminder to personal blogs to not reblog my writing!

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𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭 .    (   a  collection  of  40  questions  for  muns ,  with  assorted  questions  directed  towards  both  single - muse  &  multi - muse  blogs!   )

∗ o1﹕ when  were  you  first  introduced  to  tumblr  rp ,  &   do  you  remember  how ? ∗ o2﹕ how  long  have  you  been  writing  [ character ] ? ∗ o3﹕ do  you  prefer  to  write  in  silence ,  or  with  music  /  background  noise ? ∗ o4﹕ what  is  your  primary  source  of  inspiration  for  [ character ] ? ∗ o5﹕ what  character  have  you  never  written ,  but  have  wanted  to ? ∗ o6﹕ is  there  something  about  the  roleplay  community  that  irks  you ? ∗ o7﹕ what  character/s  do  you  relate  to  the  most ? ∗ o8﹕ what  time  of  day  do  you  feel  you  create  your  best  work ? ∗ o9﹕ do  you  prefer  writing  original  characters  or  canon  characters ? ∗ 10﹕ is  there  a  piece  of  your  character’s  canon  that  you  refuse  to  accept ? ∗ 11﹕ what  is  a  headcanon  you  have  for  [ character ]  that  you  haven’t  posted ? ∗ 12﹕ do  you  prefer  extensive  plotting ,  or  writing  things  on  a  whim ? ∗ 13﹕ if  you  could  tell  your  muse  something ,  what  would  it  be ? ∗ 14﹕ what  is  your  preferred  genre  of  plots ?   fluff ,  angst ,  smut ,  etc … ? ∗ 15﹕ what  is  your  favorite  dynamic  trope  to  write ? ∗ 16﹕ is  there  a  recognizable  pattern  in  your  taste  in  characters ? ∗ 17﹕ do  you  use  dictionaries  or  thesauruses  often  when  writing ? ∗ 18﹕ which  of  your  verses  or  arcs  is  your  favorite  to  write  about ? ∗ 19﹕ would  you  prefer  to  write  short  &  sweet  threads ,  or  multi - para  replies ? ∗ 20﹕ has  your  view  of  your  muse  changed  while  you’ve  been  writing  them ? ∗ 21﹕ what  is  one  thing  you  love  about  your  muse ,   &  one  thing  you  dislike ? ∗ 22﹕ would  you  consider  [ character name ]  to  be  a  comfort  character ? ∗ 23﹕ what  genre  or  topic  do  you  have  the  most  difficult  time  writing  about ? ∗ 24﹕ is  there  a  specific  song  that  gets  you  in  the  mood  for  writing ? ∗ 25﹕ who  is  an  author  whose  writing  inspires  your  own ? ∗ 26﹕ who  was  your  very  first  muse ?  would  you  consider  writing  them  now ? ∗ 27﹕ what  is  a  trend  within  the  rpc  that  you  would  consider  to  be  overrated ? ∗ 28﹕ what  is  a�� turn - off  when  you’re  seeking  writing  partners ? ∗ 29﹕ what  part  of  your  blog’s  style  are  you  most  attached  to ? ∗ 30﹕ do  you  have  any  fandoms  that  you  avoid  writing  within ? ∗ 31﹕ what  hobbies  do  you  have  outside  of  roleplaying ? ∗ 32﹕ what  were  the  last  three  songs  you  listened  to ? ∗ 33﹕ have  you  ever  been  in  the  middle  of  drama  in  the  rpc ? ∗ 34﹕ how  do  you  feel  about  personal  blogs  interacting  with  your  posts ? ∗ 35﹕ is  there  a  character  you  consistently  have  muse  for ? ∗ 36﹕ how  has  your  writing  style  evolved  since  you  started  writing  on  tumblr ? ∗ 37﹕ have  you  ever  ventured  into  writing  fanfiction ? ∗ 38﹕ what’s  a  bad  habit  you  have  when  it  comes  to  roleplay ? ∗ 39﹕ what  would  you  say  is  the  best  faceclaim  decision  you’ve  ever  made ? ∗ 40﹕ what  is  your  opinion  on  duplicates ?

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CHANGE THAT ANIMOSITY INTO POWER   !            /            featuring kurusu akira.

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// btw heads up I'm currently out for the weekend so!! Things are gonna be slow until I get back. Haven't forgotten those starters, dw <3

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You reek of DEATH and VERMIN,

                                                                                                                                            && climbing from the floorboards was your corpse singing HALLELUJAH !

x misc. horror inspired oc x semi selective x 6+ years experience x features verse for F.NAF, Little Nightmares, and more to come x follows from almostawitchbutnotquite

[paleciity]

Hey! Do you like campsite murder? Ghosts? The lingering paranoia that your past will come back to haunt you in the form of beings masquerading as the sick imitation of your family?

…No? Well how about giving us a hand and like / reblog this if you’d be interested in a fandomless horror oc, and we’ll deal with all that junk for you <3

follows back from @almostawitchbutnotquite

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“If a demon is taking on the appearance of a human, they will usually appear as a very young or elderly person. For two reasons: it takes far less energy to manifest a smaller form, and it can subvert the livings’ defenses assuming neither child nor elderly are very harmful.”

Little eyes flick up, wide and wondering. Given time, one could assume turning gears would catch up and realize the words were meant as well intentioned teachings, but in the moment the realization was clouded by twisting guts. Too close to home, too close to home...He always knew that thing that trailed him was bad, but a demon no less? It...would at least explain a lot.

...However a pit dropping in his stomach causes the boy to blanch, gaze dropped down once more.

If the worst of spirits needed to save their energy by staying small, what did that mean for ones that towered above the masses..?

[paleciity]

Hey! Do you like campsite murder? Ghosts? The lingering paranoia that your past will come back to haunt you in the form of beings masquerading as the sick imitation of your family?

…No? Well how about giving us a hand and like / reblog this if you’d be interested in a fandomless horror oc, and we’ll deal with all that junk for you <3

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// coughs

// ahahah what if I made a fandomless oc blog- jk,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,unless?

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In another universe, you didn’t wait and I didn’t destroy you. You moved on and I got to watch you be happy while I suffered how I should have.

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“tell us about yourself”