#spookyface roleplay

[spooookyjim]

so. we kissed

Yep. We did.

[tyylerrjoseph]

looking for an 18+ joshler roleplay!

i normally play tyler / blurryface / clancy.

down for absolutely any kind of prompt or au. throw anything at me and i’ll run with it! i love mature and dark themes as well as sweet and domestic ones! i’m seriously up for anything.

i also love to chat out of character and share all kinds of things like art, music, head canons, lore or theories, etc!!!

feel free to dm me or interact to talk more :)

looking for (but not limited to):

- regular joshler

- clancybearer or blurrybearer

- spookyface

[blurryface333]

(@spooookyjim)

Blurryface stood reluctantly outside of Spooky Jim's bedroom door, ink dripping from his closed fists resting by his sides.

You're fine, Blurry thought. Just go in there, say you didn't intentionally miss lunch yesterday, and let him know you've been feeling weird lately. It's not the end of the world.

But it could be. What if he asks for more? And you tell him more, and he thinks you're weak. And then he leaves you. Ignores you. Forever.

"Shut up," Blurryface hissed, shaking his head slightly to the left in an effort to clear their mind. "Just do it."

And so, he did.

Blurry lifted one hand, hesitating one last time, before rapping their knuckles four times against the wood of the door.

[blurryface333]

(@spooookyjim)

Tyler's bare feet thudded against the cool wooden floors of the warehouse, making his way from his bedroom to Spooky Jim's.

"You better be fine, you little shit," he muttered under his breath, fingers closing around the doorknob before thrusting it open.

"Spook?" Tyler called out. "You—uh—you okay?"

[blurryface333]

Letter for Spooky

I don't know how to do this

this is supposed to be sort of me explaining things to you? I think

okay so I'm going to try and make this short I guess

I've been tired lately. I haven't been doing a lot of stuff around here like usual, and I think that's why. I've also been overwhelmed a lot, so that's why I haven't spoken to you much.

is that enough?

probably not. not for you, anyway.

I've been zoning out a lot. I lose time, too. you'll bring up stuff you and I did, or were supposed to do, and I just... don't remember them. it scares me. I shouldn't let it bother me as much as it does, but I do.

I'm scared.

it feels like there's something else happening with me

you remember that journal you gave me? you wanted me to write down stuff when I was upset, so I could "vent" or whatever without judgement. I never used it before. ever. I haven't opened it since the day I first got it.

I checked it last week. there was writing in it. it wasn't mine. I know it wasn't mine. I don't write like that. it wasn't my handwriting. it was too formal. it was all signed, too. somebody named "Nico".

he says he wants to kill me. a lot of the stuff he writes about is either threatening me or talking about his "plans".

according to him, he wants me out of the way to use my body as a vessel. he says he gets little bits of time to use it, but that it's not enough. he says there's two parts of the vessel's mind. there's me, who's writing this, and then.. him.

he wants to get rid of me.

he wants to kill me.

is he the one doing this? hurting things around here, hurting you, hurting me? nothing about this makes sense.

I feel like I'm crazy

everything's so tiring now. I want to spend more time with you. I miss you. but when I try to leave my room, it's like my arms and legs are covered in weights. I feel hopeless. I want it to end.

I don't really like my name. it's okay as a nickname, but.. I don't know

I need to stop

there's not even a subject anymore

I'm just.. rambling

I’m sorry

does this make sense?

will you understand now?

was this helpful?

is this my fault?

I’m so sorry.

[spooookyjim]

can i kiss you

?

OH

um

Yeah! Sure, I mean, uh.. thank you for asking me? That's considerate. And if you actually want to, then... yeah.