οΉγ €πγ €πγ €πγ €πγ €πγ €πγ €πγ €πγ €π ; a muse hub created by cody ( that boy's got woe ! ) , featuring muses from πΌπ°ππ π΄π» π²πΎπΌπΈπ²π, π·π°ππ³ π²πΎππ΄ π»πΎπΆπΎ, πΎππΈπΆπΈπ½π°π» π²π·π°ππ°π²ππ΄ππ, & πΌπΎππ΄.β these are TALES OF WOE BY CODY.
i might be making a comeback. attacking a full revamp (again) seems pretty daunting but. i also might just make another whole new blog lmao. i am taking a hiatus on the writing site i'm on so i might do this while i'm on break. who knows.
οΉγ €πγ €πγ €πγ €πγ €πγ €πγ €πγ €πγ €πγ €:γ €AN APOCOLYPTIC AU
INSPIRED BY: TWENTY ONE PILOTS, MAD MAX, DANGER DAYS: THE TRUE LIVES OF THE FABULOUS KILLJOYS, FALLOUT, & MORE. ASSOCIATED WITH @fellghost & @vulturing. (more information found about prime meridian here.)
THE YOUNG PROPHET. a young boy, abandoned on the steps of a church. the rantings and raving of a caged animal. a smile and an escape. is he a prophet or has he gone mad?
οΉγ €πγ €πγ €πγ €πγ €πγ €πγ €πγ €πγ €πγ €:γ €JOHNNY BELLAMY
an original character. A TALE OF WOE BY CODY. sideblog of @pierrotts. οΉπππππ οΉπππ π οΉπππππππ
i have been REALLY thinking about coming back soonish. i got an editing bug and did a whole aesthetic revamp, so i guess the next step is seeing which characters iβm keeping or bringing to this blog, if the answer ultimately lands on βyes, iβm coming back.β
under the cut is just a little snippet of what iβve been going through lately β donβt feel obliged to read or anything, i think i just needed to get it out.
iβve been going through some mental health turmoil as of late, dealing with lots of emotions that stem from leaving my family and losing friends iβve had for a very long time. i desperately want to get back into the swing of role play, i really do β i have so much social anxiety that itβs hindering my ability to do the silly little barbie doll hobby that iβve had forβ¦ i think about 20 years now. iβm afraid of all of you! iβm afraid that iβm boring and iβm afraid that iβm weird and iβm afraid that iβm not good enough and iβm afraid that iβm annoying. i struggle making connections with people. iβm afraid of people thinking that they have to interact with me for whatever reason, but iβm also afraid of people not interacting with me. i know and understand this is a me issue. this is my brain and my head and my demons. itβs just keeping me from doing the thing thatβs always been a huge part of my life.
TEARS WELLED IN BEX'S EYES. TODAY had been a shitshowΒ β after a screaming match with her parents, she'd decided. she was leaving. gone forever. there was nothing left for her in this house. it ached and groaned with so much pain that she couldn't take it anymore. no matter how much she prayed to god, there was no answers to anything. there were so many more questions than answers. ( WHY DID HE LET THEM SUFFER LIKE THIS? )
backpack slung over her shoulder, she nudged her younger brother's door open. ( PLEASE BE ASLEEP PLEASE BE ASLEEP PLEASE BE Β β ) he stirred. her heart stopped. she didn't want to say goodbye.
β hey.Β β just the word made her voice crack, still wrought with tears. hoarse and lifeless. β i just wanted to β give you this.Β β bex held up a note. β was kind of hoping you were still asleep. β she stepped fully into the room, letting the door shut behind her. she supposed they were actually going to have this conversation.
hi i forgot to post about it earlier but bestie is here again for the weekend! activity will be slow until 2/27. i will be around on disco for chatting / plotting / etc, but will not be posting any writing content until then!