THE 𝙷 𝙾 𝚁 𝚁 𝙾 𝚁 𝚂 YOU’VE SEEN , ARE THEY 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙇 [ … ] 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 ? ― indie medium oc based on original lore
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THE 𝙷 𝙾 𝚁 𝚁 𝙾 𝚁 𝚂 YOU’VE SEEN , ARE THEY 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙇 [ … ] 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 ? ― indie medium oc based on original lore
𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑏 , 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑣: 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙎𝙀 𝙎𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙎 𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙏 𝙎𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙉𝙊𝙒
ALL THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE COME FOR FREE , BUT DON’T YOU THINK THAT APPLIES TO ME.
independent, selective & private multi-muse as loved by lane. read GUIDELINES& MUSES page before interacting. template credit.
𝙖𝙣𝙙 [ . . . ] 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 !
𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝚍 𝚊 𝚖 𝚗 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ― criedfor . tumblr . com as scripted by kai .
𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐂 / 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗 !!
PRIVATE MULTIMUSE by PHOB starring original characters of different genres ( mystery / thriller / fantasy / slice of life / sci-fi / horror ). looking to write a variety of stories and develop plotlines! blog est. feb 2018, soft rebooted summer 2019. mutuals only; please read rules BEFORE following! NOT a K/RP blog. MUSE MASTERLIST.
how this works ,
commissions are done in the order of who comes to me first & you just have to im me to discuss commissions. typically it only takes me a few days to finish a commission because i try not to leave anyone waiting too long but i’d give it to at least a week or two, no later than that. i will ask you for an idea of what you want whether it be aesthetic examples, showing me your pinterest board(s), showing me movie / cd / show covers or posters, or whatever else can give me an idea of what you want. have an idea before you come to me!if i don’t have anything to go off of then i will decline. psds for promos can either be your own, free psds that allow psds to be used for commissions, the psds that i have made, or psds from polarizerps or creationcolors ( must credit them if you use these ). payment can be sent to either my paypal or my venmo which i will link to you and prices are in usd.
what i offer ,
GRAPHICS : ( examples : search “example” on my blog )
one panel promo - $2
two panels promo - $5
additional panels - $2 each
BASE ICONS :
batch of 100 base icons - $5
add $5 for each additional batch of 100
AESTHETIC EDITS : ( examples : here & here )
one edit - $5
PSDS :
one psd - $3
GIF ICONS / GIF PACKS : ( examples : here )
batch of 100 gifs - $10
add $5 for each additional batch of 100
SENTENCE MEME ⟶ RANDOM GHOST ADVENTURES SENTENCES / PART ONE always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.
“Nothing’s ever harmed us, except freaking us out.”
“It’s probably a spirit passing through you.”
“They’re dark, creepy, and confusing.”
“So they heard an unexplained voice screaming for help in these tunnels and nobody was here?”
“We should not go alone in these tunnels at all, got it?”
“I feel like some sort of medieval monster or something walking through here.”
“Death is that way.”
“That’s great! We’ve got satan over there and death over here!”
“We’re still following the death arrows.”
“It’s our final destination, the morgue.”
“At least we found a place to take a little nap if we get tired tonight.”
“We couldn’t wait to get locked inside for the entire night.”
“Do not use your flashlights, okay?”
“That’s the first time I’ve ever cried on an investigation.”
“It didn’t take long to discover the dangers of being there.”
“If there is a ghost here, I need help. I need a lot of help.”
“Do you feel sad?”
“I feel, like, really sad, man.”
“If you don’t like me, come give me a push or punch me. I like that.”
“I’m going to try and lure this ghost.”
“When we create emotions, it’s kind of like we’re sweating.”
“I don’t want to die from asbestos.”
“Did you just grab my fucking hand, dude?”
“Was that ball of light energy that manifested into a hand?”
“Bad. Very bad, very bad, very bad.”
“Where are we, seriously?”
“We thought we got lost, and kind of still are.”
“Basically, we’re using him as bait.”
“Where I’m laying right now is where a lot of dead bodies have laid in the past.”
“Now I know what it feels like to be dead.”
“It’s not fun.”
“Do you not like us?”
“Do you want to push me off this bed?”
“I’m getting the trembles all through my legs and to my feet and to my head.”
“Are you trying to harm me right now?”
“I need to get out of here.”
“There’s people following us right now, bro.”
“I’m losing my fucking mind, I’m going crazy.”
“He was the only one locked in the morgue still alive.”
“I really thought I was dead.”
“Was that an orb of negative energy that slapped him in the face?”
“It could be curious, or it could be angry.”
“We’ve got shadow and orbs and sensation all at the same time.”
“I think you’re doing an awesome job, but be careful.”
“I’m going to make him more mad.”
“I’m going to make him so mad that he picks up the biggest rocks and throws them at our faces.”
“If any lights ever shine on his face, he will go berserk.”
“Do whatever you want to do to me to make me leave.”
“You’ve just issued a challenge to Mr. Boots in that room.”
“Spend some time aboveground and see if you’ve still got the courage to go underground.”
“There’s, like, babies with their heads chopped off.”
“Nobody’s ever challenged you before, huh?”
“I hear you don’t like big shining lights shining in your face.”
“You’re the one harming people, scratching them? I want you to come and do that to me right now.”
“You’re the one people say attacks really quick.”
“Something just grabbed my neck, something touched my arm!”
“I have a horrible, horrible feeling in here.”
“You can call me all the names you want to call me.”
“Come over here, I want to see your ugly face.”
“Tell me why you don’t like me!”
“If I was a pregnant woman, would you hate me?”
“Do you think you were possibly attacked by an entity here?”
“The ghosts made the news.”
“These spirits were evil in life and evil in death.”
“Other objects were acting on their own.”
“If I fall, keep filming.”
“If I hear some rattling, or hissing, I’m gonna run like a little girl.”
“No snakes, no snakes, I hate snakes.”
“I’m gonna do something I’ve never done, I’m gonna face my fears.”
“It’s like the ground is moving.”
“I swear to god this is an Indiana Jones movie.”
“You wanna suck the venom out of me?”
“I don’t want to suck anything out of you.”
“We’re confined, isolated, trapped.”
“Doesn’t that sort of look like two evil eyes looking at you?”
“Because you’ve been making noises, I’ll give you a gift.”
“In order to entice the spirits, we offered up [name] and it worked.”
“Why don’t you try catching some of that bad stuff on video?”
“Please don’t hurt me, I’m not here to be hurt.”
“When you go out, you really need to go out not in a shower and not naked.”
“If you want to get out of here, then hit a door!”
“You can touch me, slap me, whatever you want.”
“You always want to thank them, even if they’re evil spirits.”
@tiltedsun ASKED : “Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.” ↳ NOT ACCEPTING
her vices are her saving grace , blurring sound &. echoed faces of overindulgence. here she is drowning in gluttony , &. the voices of the dead are fuzzy &. soft like a pair of expensive mittens. ❝ dude chill , im like three hours late. ❞ her lips wrap around the black juul as smoke fills her neck , stinging twist ties around her legs , her wrists of tears that vanish into salt.
@snakeskn ASKED : touch to protect for clay and song ↳ NOT ACCEPTING
laying sleeping daisies at his feet as the rise &. fall of his chest are just background noise to the symphony of silence. his soul feels like its still in transit as they sit in the hallway , sharing space with a cacophony of violence. ❝ that rat was bigger than my future jesus ❞ he speaks in a whisper scared to bring back the monster that was scampering around in the abandoned building. nature has reclaimed this place better than any man could ever with plants taking root in the brave &. through him they take breathe once more. ❝ you think the rat is possessed ? ❞
𝘰𝘩 , 𝘮𝘺 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝗪𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗘 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 [ . . . ] 𝘮𝘺 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝗦𝗘𝗔 .
need help w/ rent
so, in short : everything sucks & i don’t have enough to make rent this month ( again ), i’m an autistic trans lesbian living abroad w/ a perpetually sick roommate, covid restrictions have made finding work virtually impossible & my current job doesn’t pay me nearly enough, i also get paid really late on top of that . my half is about $500, here’s my paylpal & ko-fi . even just a reblog means a lot ! if you’d like something in return, i do have an old commissions post up . feel free to send me constant reminders about your commissions too ! i am very, very forgetful
i do, genuinely, really hate asking & it takes a lot out of me to do it, usually days of splitting hairs but i don’t really have any other options right now . work is picking up extremely slowly, it took us a year to get a proper recording studio going & even then it’s in a public municipal building & my boss is out of the country until the 30th . we might move to a new place next year but i doubt there’s anything cheaper in the city & w/ everything going on, moving to another town seems fairly out of the picture . everything sucks, it’s an uncertain mess & i’m stuck doing this again, i’m very sorry
i was gonna be on today but i had sensory overload so hmu on discord at owooper time#4093
A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own !
NAME. rosemary elizabeth taylor . NICKNAME(S). rose . ALIAS(ES). daystar. AGE. 24 . main verse . SPECIES. human . GENDER. DMAB transwoman / she , her . ORIENTATION. bisexual . INTERESTS. sewing , soap making , vinyl record collecting , sea glass collecting . PROFESSION. leader of a new age religious group . BODY TYPE. slim , petite , tall . EYES. light brown . HAIR. long , blonde . SKIN. pale / fair , pink undertones . FACE. diamond shaped , has had facial feminization surgery . HEIGHT. 6′0″ . COMPANIONS. members of her religious group . ANTAGONISTS. journalists . COLORS. hot pink , white , wine red . FRUITS. pomegranates , dates , olives . DRINKS. water , fruit water ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? no . SMOKES? no . DRUGS? no . DRIVERS LICENSE? no .
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𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙂𝙊𝘿 𝙊𝙍 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙍𝙀𝙁𝙇𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝙄𝙉 𝘼 𝙂𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙀𝘿 𝙈𝙄𝙍𝙍𝙊𝙍
*packing a bowl* okay who wants to say grace
sucrebuns·.
╱ ╱ ⋯ STARTER FOR ⁀➷ @godbled·‘s· CLAY !
“ when everyone tells you you’re crazy and no one believes you when you swear you aren’t , a small part of you will always wonder if they’re right. ” the femme pauses , thinking of everyone that’s trying to ‘ help ’ her told her. what’s meant to be harmless for just speaking out the truth actually stings her heart. there are times when she would believe her truths as lie , and would think that they were actually right. that perhaps , she is indeed crazy. and everything that comes out of her lips were all in her head.
he was born bathed in the realm of ghosts , the pile of fluff that fills his head soaked in the rivers from the land of dreams. the two are almost the same for dreams can be a ghost , haunting &. never leaving his bones. ❝ everyone is a little crazy , but honestly who gives a fuck? ❞ they roam in the corridors of his mind , but the ghosts they take control of him like he is a puppet on a set of silken strings. ah , now he is an apparition of himself. ❝ like you know what you know dont let others try to tell you other wise. ❞ only such delusions of grandeur would be believed in with such naivety. ah , yes , yes , the fall winds speak of the veil where he knows he will be banging his head against the floorboards as they pull at his strings again &. again.