$LAYYYTER
hello vonnie
No title available
Origami Around
tannertan36
No title available
sheepfilms
oozey mess
🪼
The Stonewall Inn
Today's Document
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Noah Kahan
Game Changer & Make Some Noise
No title available
Phantogram Three
roma★
h
Mike Driver
@theartofmadeline
seen from United States
seen from Colombia
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from Ecuador
seen from Colombia
seen from Italy
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from Spain
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Spain
seen from China
seen from Türkiye
@theboyhasheard-blog
If you roleplay with me but don't ship our characters:
That’s cool man. We can have brotps, enemies, drinking buddies or none of the above!
If I mention a possible ship and you don’t want to, tell me. I’ve got no problem with that.
Just please let me know so I don’t force my characters on you.
Here, have a cookie.
”!!!!!”
The Boy whistled again as he caught the other Boys footsteps, he met him inside of the room and waved in his direction. A muffled noise that almost sounded like he was saying “you!” came from the open mouthpiece.
This room really was nice, nice and warm, the Boy hated the drafts that would blow onto his legs, he’d always try to pull up his socks as high as they would go but nevertheless, he always was cold
His ears picked up Comstocks voice from the parlor, he was speaking of the False Shepherd and his footsteps began to increase in volume, coming towards the room
He pulled on the other Boys sleeve and swiveled his head around to look for a hiding space, he knew what would happen if the prophet found him and the other away from their posts
His blackened fingers were the perfect physical evidence
Happiness was overcome by confusion as his new friend began to tug at his overcoat's sleeve. It felt panicked rather then the usual playful. What was going on?
A confused hiss died in his throat, as the voice of Zachery Comstock began to drift down the halls. A noise of surprise echoed out of his helmet and he stumbled out with the other Boy in panic. They needed to hide quickly!
Comstock's punishments were swift and painful, and he really didn't want to suffer one firsthand.
The Boy whistled and clicked as he walked through Comstock House, he wanted to find the Boy he didn’t recognize from the other day. He carefully navigated down some stairs and evaded the sight of a single maid. Comstocks parlor was dangerously close and he could catch the lingering voice of the prophet inside
“…”
He continued to walk and heard the footsteps of another Boy, he quieted his steps near the parlor and peeked from behind the wall
”????”
Perhaps it was rebellion, or a minor form of reckless rule breaking, but he was not in his usual place this particular afternoon. Today, he had seated himself in the small area outside of the kitchen, when his designated place was the Atrium.
Being out of place was a sin so said the Prophet. But he couldn't help but wonder, if he wasn't found who was he hurting? No one.
This room was soothing. He didn't quite know it's purpose, but he new he liked it much more then the Atrium, with it's squeaky chairs and dripping pipes. This room was... warm? Perhaps a window. And it was also alive in a way, as the chirpings of a small bird carried in. It was soothing... he decided he liked it. And it would be worth a punishment.
Oh yeah TMI Tuesday
[Invade my askbox n stuff :V ]
SEND ME A ♦ IF YOU WISH TO ROLEPLAY WITH ME.
SERIOUSLY SEND IT TO ME.
LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED.
"..............?"
Was that a noise he heard?
likelambstotheslaughter started following you
Jumping at the way the boy of silence fell, he quickly descended the stairs and went to him, checking to make sure he was alright. He was cringing, the sound reverberating from his helmet. Looking back up the stairs, Easton could see lights as the guards closed in on him.
In that moment he made a very quick decision and, leaning in close, he whispered to the boy of silence. ”If you can hear me, do not let go of my hand, okay? I’ll take us somewhere safe.” After the words left his mouth he was off, helping the other stumble to his feet.
Hanging a right he could see the doors to the outside, teasing him as if it were food to the hungry… which he was, as well. Turning back to the boy he smiled. ”We’re almost there. I’ve got you.” He spoke, an obvious conviction in himself and his words.
Behind him he could see a tear and, making another split second decision, he pulled through a crumbing wall, hoping to slow them down. Before them lay the final stretch of hallways followed by the lobby and he couldn’t help but taste the freedom. ”We’re gonna make it.”
"If you can hear me, do not let go of my hand, okay? I’ll take us somewhere safe."
So he did. He clung to the larger hand in his like a life line, which it most likely was at this point. He wasn't quite sure of what was happening, as the sharp ringing of his brass helmet had yet to cease. But... his legs were moving? Quickly too! And his arm was being tugged with a firm grip by his hand.
His hand that was holding...someone else's? Giving it a sharp squeeze, he made a short affirmative noise to himself. But who would want to help him? Putting all questions aside, he made an effort to match the pace set by the other person.
Making sure his mouth piece was down, he absently gripped the hand in his own firmly. Strokes of luck never lasted long.... so when he was turned upon, he would be ready.
likelambstotheslaughter started following you
Breaking out of the guards grip, Easton laughed quietly, smiling as he delivered a well deserved punch, knocking him to the ground. Acting quickly he ran down the hall and down the stairs, making sure to avoid the gaze of the guards and the boys of silence. They seemed to have it out for him, always alerting the guards to his position, and it made him even more nervous about this plan.
Easton could see the exit now, panting as he continued to run, turning frequently to keep track of who was behind him. Stopping at the top of the stairs his eyes went wide when he saw one of them… the boys of silence. Watching him for a moment he noticed that this one… was a little bit different.
Gathering up his courage, he could hear the guards scurrying about, shooting around as they attempted to locate Easton, panicked and crazed, he started to sneak forward. He might have… created a little bit of a trouble with that guard.
With each step he came closer to the boy and, biting his lip, he attempted to slip by.
He was only on the third step down when he was alerted to footsteps behind him. Loud and thick, males footsteps if he had to guess. And past those... were the footsteps clothed in the heavy boots that the guards like to wear.
Guards....
If he was found, there would be hell to pay. The penalty for a disobedient Boy was severe... Most didn't live through said penalties. He could not be found. Scrambling, he began to shuffle his feet about to feel the other steps, but miscalculated and ending up falling down said stairs with a muted yelp.
The last step clanged directly against his helmet, causing his yelp to morph into an agonized scream as the sound reverberated back against his super sensitive ears.
(Time for sleep! Night to all!)
hayabusaofgothamcity started following you
He was beginning to become on edge. Patrolling was the same as it had always been, and likely would always be. Find a place to perch, and scan… He had already hissed a ragged warning today, reveling in the panicked scrambling of whomever he had startled.
He remains fairly quiet, carefully silencing his every step and sound. He stopped and saw one of the Boys of Silence, scanning the area, he quickly ducked low behind a column.
“Why did i have to pick this bloody place to hide? When is this damn city going to pass over an ocean or large enough lake?” He thought to himself.
Turning about, his light filtered over the area, searching for any sort of life. He had heard... something. Like the footsteps of a maid on carpet. Soft and muffled, but most certainly there. Someone was there... but where?
Jumping from his perch, the adolescence padded about the space.
theboyhasheard started following you
Upon depositing the bottle back on the surface of the table, the Boy nodded his helmet in agreement. As much as he liked to do things his way, he certainly didn’t want to be shoved into a closet by a maid again. “Talk, yes. We talk?” His pattern of speech wasn’t perfect by far, but it worked for him.
.. / -.. .. -.. -. .——. - / .-. . -.-. —- —. -. .. —.. . / -.— —- ..- .-. / ..-. —- —- - … - . .—. … —..— / -.— —- ..- / .- .-. . / .- / -… —- -.— / .. / …. .- …- . -. .——. - / — . - / -… . ..-. —- .-. . (I didn’t recognize your footsteps, you are a Boy I haven’t met before)
This was odd indeed, he had thought he had known all the other Boys in Comstock House, even the older prototype ones like the Silver Boy and the Bronze Boy. Was he a new Boy? No, that didn’t seem right, the newer ones were younger than he was.
”????”
Come to think of it, this Boy had a gait he didn't recognize either. Exactly how long had he been patrolling the Atrium... It seemed an eternity. He knew he was rather old for a Boy of Silence, but not as old as the Firstborns. "Stay in the Atrium, place of leaks. Lived for while, not too long." Most Boys were born into the life, but some were taken from the streets... was he one of them? He chirped the question to the other Boy.
hayabusaofgothamcity started following you
He was beginning to become on edge. Patrolling was the same as it had always been, and likely would always be. Find a place to perch, and scan... He had already hissed a ragged warning today, reveling in the panicked scrambling of whomever he had startled.
"I’ve been waiting for you."
theboyhasheard started following you
The other Boy was right. Salts were definitely off limits for the Boys…. As were most things that other people squandered. Tapping his own thumb against the said Salt he replied, “Should put back?” he reached about for the table again.
-.— . … (Yes)
He really really didn’t want to get in trouble, normally he was curious and outgoing, but not when it came to the imminent righteous hand of Comstock or one of the maids
The maids were much more lenient though, especially to him because of his inherently adorable behavior
.— . / -.-. .- -. / .—- ..- … - / - .- .-.. -.- (We can just talk)
Upon depositing the bottle back on the surface of the table, the Boy nodded his helmet in agreement. As much as he liked to do things his way, he certainly didn't want to be shoved into a closet by a maid again. "Talk, yes. We talk?" His pattern of speech wasn't perfect by far, but it worked for him.
Wonder what it looks like under that helmet
