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[ does anyone remember the Outsider from the Dishonored game? Because guess who my new muse is? ]

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[ //shrug if anyone needs me I'll be on skype because i dont have muse anymore bc stress, you're more likely to catch me on skype than anywhere else. ]

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Please don't hurt yourself.

It’s whatever.

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I think you're lovely! @mun

Thanks I guess?

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tag yourself as who you are

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‘ O-oh euhm- thank yoo! ‘ He offered a fairly small smile as he looked at the other.

...He’s kinda afraid that his black eyes and his insanely nature blue hair might scare a stranger.

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          addie would notice the object fall from the man’s person, eyes widening at the sight of it, and ‘pon im- -pulse, would pick it up and rush after him. ` s - sir ! ` she would struggle to speak between each quick steps. ` you drop – dropped this. `

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His face was as blank as a fresh piece of paper as the other approached him. He had no idea how to react to this- He just basically somewhat predicted that someone was INDEED near him and he didn’t dare want to look at them. Especially with that voice- the tone- the scene, everything. 

This is all Murdoc’s fault. 2D should of just reported him the very first night Murdoc was sentenced to help 2D with his injury CAUSED by Murdoc in the FIRST PLACE-

                          Now, the problems are just getting worse 

and 2D’s sanity is eroding deeper and deeper into the sea....

-wait, why are you thinking over Murdoc- there’s this strange man in you’re fucking room!

He then jolted and sprung into a fetal like position, however he had his hands out in front of him to protect him if the man was to JUMP on him.

‘’ Whoo ‘re you!! Whey are you ‘ere!! Dun hurt me!!! ‘

His voice is so priceless and precious, I think the world would rage quit if they found out a man hurt a man like 2D.

     Wake up, walk into society, get v i o l e n t l y worked up at someone, snap back into      reality, and regret. THAT’S how Jon’s been living lately, and he DREADS it. Why did      whatever d e m o n that was in him choose him for this fate? Why did they have to KILL      for sport? He fucking H A T E D it, and it was making him go insane. The decision      between keeping this in his head or admit himself to p o l i c e was near all that was in      his mind. Though, they probably w o u l d n’ t believe him anyways, cause demonic      possessions were a thing of the past, RIGHT? He just continued working on the one good      thing he was s t i l l able to do; make videos.

     Times where the demon was nice and c a l m were a rarity, times that Jon WISHED      he was able to c h e r i s h on his own. These times were usually ones where they were      negotiating with the DEVIL or the Grim Reaper, however. This time wasn’t an exception,      but this time, Jon would have to go somewhere. Wonderful. There goes the ONE nice      thing he has left.

     So now, there he was standing where he was s e n t to, watching this poor man’s crying.      His eyes were a black VOID, indicating that the d e m o n was taking over, and that meant      NO mercy.

          “HELLO? I’m right HERE. The            guy up t h e r e ‘pparently made            some kind of c o n t r a c t with the            Reaper and I was hired to make            sure you don’t LEAVE.”

     Jon walked closer to get the other’s attention. He spoke in a more AGRESSIVE tone,      and his voice was s l i g h t l y distorted.

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[ HI GUYS! IM IN A KINDA OKAY MOOD SO LETS USE THIS TIME TO USE MY MUSE SO LIKE FOR A STARTER

im working on drafts right now i fucking promise ]

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                                           here comes the                                      BLESSED & DAMNED

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tag urself i’m flowe

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[ news flash @unbeliievable is actually just a babe ]

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@jxfari | closed starter | He who works with the devil, is not the same with him.

All he ever does is sit in his room, play guitar, and his keyboard. Well- that’s at least a good eighty percent of it. The other twenty is trying to write new songs that have been untouched by Murdoc, crying, or staring down the fish he sees from his window. 

Usually writing about all the memories he remembers before Plastic Beach makes his mind escape into the past. His mind goes into such a strong stage of nostalgia, when he sleeps his dreams are all filled of reliving such long and distant phases.  Since everything back then was a routine, it doesn’t even feel like a dream... it feels like everyday before hell came.  

-- He’s in another one of his fits. He’s up against the wall trying to hold in his tears but they keep going. He’s just admitted to himself that all of these dreams are just DREAMS, and not reality. He’s admitted to himself he’s so scary looking because of his colourless black eyes, he’s admitted to himself nobody cares about him if he’s used as a Singing Slave.

‘ I’m a scary gargoyle on a tower to everyone- ‘ - That lyric was now applying to 2D’s feelings... oh boy. We’ve got ourselves here an exhibit of anxiety, frustration, and depression-

Thank god nobody’s watching him- or maybe someone is? 2D did have that cold feeling on his shoulders as if eyes are locked onto him. His mind keeps asking “Hello?” Yet his eyes are refusing to open- scared to think that his weird feeling is possibly true. 

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[ like for a plotted thread

ill dm you to plot

i dont have muse for small threads unless they really make sense ]

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Interests: Painkillers Flickcombs Zombie films Melodica

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[ like for a plotted thread

ill dm you to plot

i dont have muse for small threads unless they really make sense ]

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His face fell flat. He was actually a bit afraid that he could of offended the smaller one. Possibly the other one could of taken his facial expression as him being offended though, quickly his face lit up again as he showed his joy at the IDEA of having the small man near him

‘ Yoo’re just so tiny and smol! I- I can’t help myself I just- I just want a hug from yoo... ‘

Yes, he ended his sentence sounding very sad.

█ ▌┆►¨ PLUG && PLAY. ❞

WELL it was good to hear the other didn’t think his question was RUDE. Honestly he never liked asking about things that might be PERSONAL in fear of triggering something– or OFFENDING said person but he was just curious. Like could he still see fine ? …  Well that sort of answered itself now.

❝  OH– wait … what ? ❞