#thecometkid

[xdixon]

thecometkid

             "Right there's fine—"

[thisisspartax-archive]

*slides ⁇ and ✉ across the table.*

Send ?? for a drunk text

Send ✉ for a text that wasn’t sent

⁇ [text based messaging ;; comet queen] ur too cheerful to be real.

✉  [text based messaging ;; comet queen] I apologize for my initial coldness our first meeting. I find it hard to trust anyone.

[brutallyxefficient]

{We've never interacted but here! XD} ▽

Send me a ▽ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.

   “ You’ve got a lot to prove.”

[riighteousman]

♕ & ♧!!

Send a ♕ if you’re too intimidated to talk/roleplay with me.Send me a ♧ if you think I have a good grip on my muse.

u need to come here & just lemme love you tbh

[riighteousman]

Send me your muse’s reaction to being the first to discover my muse’s dead body.

{ I know we’re not mutuals. but I couldn’t resist this one. Your blog is amaazing!}

  No.    NO.   This couldn’t be real. Could it? No, this wasn’t real. It just couldn’t be. Dean was not dead. He was alive, this was simply a fake, a clone.. This was not Dean.    Dean was indestructable, too strong to kill off. He had protected this world time and time again. He couldn’t be killed. He just couldn’t be dead.    The blood. No, it’s fake. Her mind supplied. But those are his boots, his jacket.     Again, her mind yelled, no. She gasped for air, how long had she been holding her breath? Too long.     A sob escaped her mouth which she quickly muffled, slamming her palm against the orifice. If she was too loud, he might awaken. Of if she were loud enough, he’d get up.    ”Dean..?” She said, her voice a ghost.    ”Dean!” She screamed, kneeling beside his cold body, sprawled across the hotel room’s floor. She gripped his shoulders and gave him a harsh shake.   “Wake up-! This isn’t real- you’ve got to come back! We can’t do this without you!” She screamed, hot tears falling freely down her face, and gasping for air.   But scream, cry, and shake all she could, he still didn’t stir.   “Please..?” Mel begged softly, burying her face in his chest, sobbing soundlessly.   The thing that had haunted her the most was how p e a c e f u l he looked..

[princesforyourdreams]

   Amelia crept through the streets, dodging sharp elbows and shouting vendors. It wasn’t everyday that the gypsies danced. She was eager to see what they did this time. 

   Of course, if her parents knew where Amelia had sneaked off to do, well.. she’d be fully stripped of any and all of her rights. Completely restricted to remain in the house, at all times.

   The girl could hardly bear that thought. She wore male clothing, brown breeches, a white tunic with a black waistcoat and tall, flat, black boots. She kept her cloak’s hood up over her black tresses and managed to arrive at the gypsies caravan. Eagerly, Amelia bounced on her toes, catching a glance of one of one of the travelers.

   Bumping into something, she stumbled back and gruffly replied, “I’m sorry-” She looked up, trying to keep her hood upright. 

 {Esme}★  

It's the usual work for gypsies to earn their daily money by playing their instruments or skills that they've honed for years with practices and long hours of training. 

One in particular is famous all over Paris for his god like beauty. Raven wavy hair that rests just below his neck, thick brows that speaks of manliness. This one Entertainers more particular trait is his emerald green eyes and velvet like voice. He earned the most money out of all the street entertainers. 

Feeling the bump behind him, he turns to see the covered person, obviously a woman by how feminine her vice is even when trying to disguise it. 

" Where are you going~? Stay and be entertained~"

[capswingman]

Why? What’s going on? *hugs you tight*

my uncle got taken off life support today

he's been in a non-responsive coma for over six weeks

the funeral is sunday and its in la so i can't begin to think about going (i live in ny)

and i coped with booze and snacks and now im just sad and mad and a little hungover

[amilhaspaperwork-archive-blog]

thecometkid:

  Amelia smiled largely at her, “It’s nice to meet you, Miss Amil.” The Terran said with absolutely sincerity. Mel was always happy to make a new friend.

   As Amil spoke, Mel wondered what was at the center of the city. Landmarks? A creepy cave? The possibilities were endless but she supposed that she’d know what was there if she’d just answer the Xandarian woman. 

   ”That sounds wonderful! Lead the way!” Amelia replied eagerly, grinning. She was excited, to say the least. A whole new planet and the species there weren’t trying to blow her up or steal her energy! Already things were looking up for the star-being.

   ”Oh- then later, can you show me to the best places to grab a bite to eat?” Of course she'd ask about food. Food was practically Mel’s only love in her life.

  At least the girl was  absolutely sincere. She didn't seem to have an unfriendly bone in her body either. Amil usually ended up liking those kind of people, and it was reluctantly-not-really-reluctantly.

  Amil shook their head and managed not to sound too bored, if still professional, "Of course. What guide would I be without a food run?" A sly, teasing smirk flashed on their lips for a brief moment, amusement still in their citrine eyes.

They turned smartly on their heel and said briskly, "Come along then. I think perhaps the Aquatic Gardens, is that how you say it?"