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crowdedhearts-deactivated201110

Let's play a game. You can ask me ANY question, but I can only answer "yes" or "no".

#;memes

someone's smiling a bit too big tonight.

#;ic #[that makes one of us simon]

eastwardb0und

"Didn’t think you could play too much horror games."

destruxitsole

"It just makes scares cheap and boring after a while. Takes the fun out of it."

#nightmaresimon #[hnnngh hello there sweetheart]#[thank you for being so supportive]

"I really need to lay off all the horror games lately."

#[here's an open if you guys want to respond]#[i appreciate you guys i'm just in a mood right now i guess]#;ic #;open

#[would anybody even care if i deleted this account?]#[i come on here and all i do is feel discouraged because of my shitty writing]#[and that i'm too shy to try to interact with people]#;out

#[whispers i am here friends]#;outofpanic

grisinsaniium

✄ Indie roleplay blog for Grey Anderson from the Half-Life 2 mod “Grey.” ✄ Selective. ✄ +6 years of roleplaying experience. Two on tumblr. ✄ Multiverse, AU, OC and crossover friendly. ✄ Script, semi-lit and multi-para. I try very hard to match the length of the other person. ✄ Multishipping, but ships based on chemistry. ✄ There will be triggers. Tagged accordingly upon request or put under read-mores. ✄ Multishipping, but ships based on chemistry. ✄ Willing to give Skype after knowing someone for a while. Mun is an anti-social, shy nerd.

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#;self-promo #[ooohhh look i did a thing]#[more half-life mod babies]

( he's fidgeting with sleeves that are far too long after poking fingers through black gloves. after wearing the same thing almost every day, he definitely needs some new clothes. )

#;ic #;open

tatatatapir-deactivated20200709

たばこスパスパ

#;visage

wiirxd-deactivated20141014

his pace is nothing but a slow trot, each room checked, each closed door read. he had recieved a call that his father had collapsed, and he only wanted to check if he was alright. stress was the only medical problem jin could ever identify— he needed to relax.

the last door he checks has a younger boy in a wheelchair, and he almost wants to apologize, but he’s not sure what to say.

destruxitsole

( dark oculars widen. it's a stranger, no one he's ever seen. no one ever comes to visit him, except sophie on the rare occasion. seeing anyone at all enter his room besides a doctor is something Simon's utterly unprepared for, so his small frame becomes even smaller against the wheelchair. )

"What... what are you doing in here..."

#wiirxd #;v: main

( turned to the window, he's sitting, sable hues intensely concentrated on his own fidgeting digits before him. his back is to the figure in the corner, the whisperer. his brows furrow because the blood-coated manifestation utters quiety SOMETHING'S COMING SIMON. )

( head turns because--oh. he does hear the footsteps. what'll it be? it's not time for another therapy session. )

#;ic #;open