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Indie RP blog for Keegan Adoh

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Keegan knocked oh Cery's dorm door. Well he was pretty sure it was his door. But he'd find out in a second. He waited quietly for a few moment, fidgeting and playing with his sleeves. Pickles gently bumped his head against his knee and whined for attention. Keegan's hands went down to pet him and he relaxed the slightest bit. "I just...I don’t wanna be left alone." He mumbled to his dog.

Cery yawned as he opened the door. “Ah…Keegan? What brings you around here?” He asked, genuinely surprised. “You look down man, come in come in.” He stepped aside to let Keegan in.

"Yep…" Keegan frowned and scrunched up his nose. He sighed heavily and pet Blarg gently.

"You don’t want to hear it, man…."

Blarg whined and licked at Keegans hands. “I…If you don’t want to tell me I don’t mind. Just know that i’m here for you, okay man? You’re one of my best friends, one of the Dweebsquad! I’ll try to help you in any way I can.”

"...I-I do want to tell you...Tell someone...n-not the cops..." Keegan sighed again and patted Blarg as Pickles and Doughnut nuzzled him for attention.

"You can't...You can't tell anyone...Okay?"

#shsltabletopgamer

Keegan knocked oh Cery's dorm door. Well he was pretty sure it was his door. But he'd find out in a second. He waited quietly for a few moment, fidgeting and playing with his sleeves. Pickles gently bumped his head against his knee and whined for attention. Keegan's hands went down to pet him and he relaxed the slightest bit. "I just...I don’t wanna be left alone." He mumbled to his dog.

Cery yawned as he opened the door. “Ah…Keegan? What brings you around here?” He asked, genuinely surprised. “You look down man, come in come in.” He stepped aside to let Keegan in.

Keegan huffed a strained laugh at Blarg and managed to uncover his face enough to pet Blarg. Pickled and Doughnut whined quietly in unison and nuzzled into Keegan’s chest.

"I-I’m okay." Keegan croaked and turned to be on his back again, cuddling Blarg to his chest.

Cery frowned. “You don’t look okay. Did…Did something happen Keegan?” He was beginning to get fairly worried for his friend.

"Yep..." Keegan frowned and scrunched up his nose. He sighed heavily and pet Blarg gently.

"You don't want to hear it, man...."

#shsltabletopgamer

Keegan knocked oh Cery's dorm door. Well he was pretty sure it was his door. But he'd find out in a second. He waited quietly for a few moment, fidgeting and playing with his sleeves. Pickles gently bumped his head against his knee and whined for attention. Keegan's hands went down to pet him and he relaxed the slightest bit. "I just...I don’t wanna be left alone." He mumbled to his dog.

Cery yawned as he opened the door. “Ah…Keegan? What brings you around here?” He asked, genuinely surprised. “You look down man, come in come in.” He stepped aside to let Keegan in.

"To much shit…" Keegan sighed again and started to tremble slightly. His face scrunched up before he covered it with his arm. Keegan whimpered quietly and curled up into a tight ball. He didn’t want to be seen like this, but he couldn’t be alone right now.

Cery retracted his hand, frowning. Blarg sidled up to Keegan, licking at his cheek. Cery stood up. "You want something to drink?"

Keegan huffed a strained laugh at Blarg and managed to uncover his face enough to pet Blarg. Pickled and Doughnut whined quietly in unison and nuzzled into Keegan's chest.

"I-I'm okay." Keegan croaked and turned to be on his back again, cuddling Blarg to his chest.

#shsltabletopgamer

Keegan knocked oh Cery's dorm door. Well he was pretty sure it was his door. But he'd find out in a second. He waited quietly for a few moment, fidgeting and playing with his sleeves. Pickles gently bumped his head against his knee and whined for attention. Keegan's hands went down to pet him and he relaxed the slightest bit. "I just...I don’t wanna be left alone." He mumbled to his dog.

Cery yawned as he opened the door. “Ah…Keegan? What brings you around here?” He asked, genuinely surprised. “You look down man, come in come in.” He stepped aside to let Keegan in.

Doughnut and Pickles where on the bed in half a second, munching happily on the treats. Keegan stopped flailing around and sighed, defeated yet again.

"You-You don’t want to hear it…Just hang out with me for tonight okay?"

Cery walked over to sit on the bed, putting a hand on Keegans shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. “Hey man, anything for you.”

"To much shit..." Keegan sighed again and started to tremble slightly. His face scrunched up before he covered it with his arm. Keegan whimpered quietly and curled up into a tight ball. He didn't want to be seen like this, but he couldn't be alone right now.

#shsltabletopgamer

Keegan knocked oh Cery's dorm door. Well he was pretty sure it was his door. But he'd find out in a second. He waited quietly for a few moment, fidgeting and playing with his sleeves. Pickles gently bumped his head against his knee and whined for attention. Keegan's hands went down to pet him and he relaxed the slightest bit. "I just...I don’t wanna be left alone." He mumbled to his dog.

Cery yawned as he opened the door. “Ah…Keegan? What brings you around here?” He asked, genuinely surprised. “You look down man, come in come in.” He stepped aside to let Keegan in.

"Nothing." Keegan quickly retorted and turned over again to be facing away from Cery. He pulled his legs up on the bed as Pickled greeted Blarg happily his tail wagging and Doughnut sniffed the smaller dog back. Keegan sighed heavily and started flailing in the covers trying to cover himself with the heavy fabric.

Cery dug into a small jar he kept out of reach, pulling out a trio of little dog biscuits. With a short whistle, he threw them onto the bed. Blarg immediately shot up his little doggystairs to get onto the bed, snatching a treat that had landed near Keegan’s feet. The other two were by his head. "Nothings wrong? I don’t think so. Cmon man, spill."

Doughnut and Pickles where on the bed in half a second, munching happily on the treats. Keegan stopped flailing around and sighed, defeated yet again.

"You-You don't want to hear it...Just hang out with me for tonight okay?"

#shsltabletopgamer #ask him one more time

Keegan knocked oh Cery's dorm door. Well he was pretty sure it was his door. But he'd find out in a second. He waited quietly for a few moment, fidgeting and playing with his sleeves. Pickles gently bumped his head against his knee and whined for attention. Keegan's hands went down to pet him and he relaxed the slightest bit. "I just...I don’t wanna be left alone." He mumbled to his dog.

Cery yawned as he opened the door. “Ah…Keegan? What brings you around here?” He asked, genuinely surprised. “You look down man, come in come in.” He stepped aside to let Keegan in.

Keegan scurried inside Cery’s room without a pause and finds his way to Cery’s bed to flop down on the covers face first. His dogs waited by his dangling feet as Keegan groaned into the covers.

"What? A guy can’t s-say hi to one of his best buds every o-once in a while?" Keegan huffed. and rolled over to be on his back.

Blarg sleepily stood up to waddle-trot over to Pickles and Donut, sniffing at the dogs in greeting. Cery walked over, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. “Well, you don’t normally flop face first onto the bed and stutter. What’s wrong man?”

"Nothing." Keegan quickly retorted and turned over again to be facing away from Cery. He pulled his legs up on the bed as Pickled greeted Blarg happily his tail wagging and Doughnut sniffed the smaller dog back. Keegan sighed heavily and started flailing in the covers trying to cover himself with the heavy fabric.

#shsltabletopgamer

Keegan knocked oh Cery's dorm door. Well he was pretty sure it was his door. But he'd find out in a second. He waited quietly for a few moment, fidgeting and playing with his sleeves. Pickles gently bumped his head against his knee and whined for attention. Keegan's hands went down to pet him and he relaxed the slightest bit. "I just...I don’t wanna be left alone." He mumbled to his dog.

Cery yawned as he opened the door. “Ah…Keegan? What brings you around here?” He asked, genuinely surprised. “You look down man, come in come in.” He stepped aside to let Keegan in.

Keegan scurried inside Cery's room without a pause and finds his way to Cery's bed to flop down on the covers face first. His dogs waited by his dangling feet as Keegan groaned into the covers.

"What? A guy can't s-say hi to one of his best buds every o-once in a while?" Keegan huffed. and rolled over to be on his back.

#shsltabletopgamer

"... Wow."

A Tall, lean looking man passes Issac as he walks down the hall to Keegan’s small apartment. He looks mean and smells of something familiar. Something like medication. You shouldn’t pay much attention to his nobody.

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TW: implied sexual abuse

Keegan couldn’t think, couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore. He just wanted all the noise in his brain to stop. He pulled at the cuffs that where holding him to his old bedpost, failing to get himself loose. Keegan could hear his dogs barking in the nearby closet of his small room and it was starting to give him a migraine.

"J-Just hold on-…Hold on, g-guys." He whispered towards the sounds, trying to calm them down. He didn’t want anyone coming back to quiet them.

His small apartment was a mess when you first walked in. Everything that had a place was thrown around the floor with little care to if it broke. His couch was shredded and from the small living room Issac would be able to hear the quiet clanking of the cuffs against the bed frame and Keegan hushing his dogs.

Keegan flinched as the door to his room was opened and he tried his best to curl in on his mostly naked form, falling silent, save for the heavy breathing raking from his lungs.

Keegan was a mess himself. His clothes where scattered around the room except his white tank, it was pushed up Keegan’s chest, not covering anything. He seemed to have a few fresh bruises on his lower legs and along his hips. There was a note messily scrawled on the corner of his bed.

Poor little Keegan.

-

Keegan went silent when Issac scolded him and on instinct, pulled tighter on the cuffs. He was trying desperately to calm down his breathing as he quietly shook. His eyes stayed closed as he opened up his raw hands.

"G-give them to me…" He whimpered and pulled in a shaky breath. Holding it in his chest. Silently praying for this to all be over.

"P-please…."

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Isaac felt like a vampire, because the way Keegan flinched at his voice drove a stake through his heart. He swallowed thickly. “To you?” he asked, confused. Keegan looked hardly like he was in any position- figuratively and literally- to unlock his own handcuffs… but what could Isaac do…? He handed them over, cupping Keegan’s hands in one of his own and closing Keegan’s fingers around the instruments, making sure he had a firm grip on them before he pulled away, eyes wide with silent anxiety.

Keegan let go of the air in his lungs as he felt Issac's gentle touch and the familiar steel in his grip. He bit his lip as he felt for the small hole on the handcuffs. Finding it after a few long, stressful moments. He flipped the tools over in his hands and poked them into the lock with a practiced ease. After a few twists of his fingers the cuffs clicked open from one of his wrists, revealing the red, raw skin underneath.

He kept his eyes closed as he quickly pulled himself up to his shaky feet so he could stumble over to the closet, dropping the tools as he felt for anything that could tell him where he was, and fling the door open to his barking dogs. He fell to his knees and hugged them close. Pickles started whining and nuzzling unto Keegan's chest. While Doughnut licked frantically at his tear streaked cheeks.

"I-I'm sorry- So s-s-sorry..." He whispered to his dogs, hoping that Issac could feel that it was meant for him as well.

#shslpastelpunks #tw implied sexual abuse

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hey *leans against wall* wanna ship our ocs *slips and falls*

"... Wow."

A Tall, lean looking man passes Issac as he walks down the hall to Keegan’s small apartment. He looks mean and smells of something familiar. Something like medication. You shouldn’t pay much attention to his nobody.

~~~~~~~~~~

TW: implied sexual abuse

Keegan couldn’t think, couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore. He just wanted all the noise in his brain to stop. He pulled at the cuffs that where holding him to his old bedpost, failing to get himself loose. Keegan could hear his dogs barking in the nearby closet of his small room and it was starting to give him a migraine.

"J-Just hold on-…Hold on, g-guys." He whispered towards the sounds, trying to calm them down. He didn’t want anyone coming back to quiet them.

His small apartment was a mess when you first walked in. Everything that had a place was thrown around the floor with little care to if it broke. His couch was shredded and from the small living room Issac would be able to hear the quiet clanking of the cuffs against the bed frame and Keegan hushing his dogs.

Keegan flinched as the door to his room was opened and he tried his best to curl in on his mostly naked form, falling silent, save for the heavy breathing raking from his lungs.

Keegan was a mess himself. His clothes where scattered around the room except his white tank, it was pushed up Keegan’s chest, not covering anything. He seemed to have a few fresh bruises on his lower legs and along his hips. There was a note messily scrawled on the corner of his bed.

Poor little Keegan.

-

Keegan made a weak squeaking noise and flinched again when he felt someone get on the bed. His eyes shot open when he heard Issac’s voice before slamming shut and curling in on himself even more.

"S-Sunshine?!" He stammered and pulled on his cuffs again, trying desperately to get loose, to hide.

"P-p-please- No- Don’t…" Tears started to trickle from his eyes, that he tried to wipe away with his shoulder, as he pulled on the huffs again. He tried to slow down his breathing, trying not to ruin his new heart.

"J-just…Uhm…I-I have a p-pick in my dresser." Keegan tried his damnedest to sit up to try and hide the cuffs before pulling something in his shoulder and hissing at the pain. He fell back down on the bed with a huff and struggled at the cuffs again.

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"A pick?" Isaac asked frantically, and jumped up to start digging through Keegan’s dresser even as he exclaimed "I don’t know how to pick a lock! How do I do it? I- I don’t think I can-" He found it, a lockpicking set, and hurried back to Keegan’s side. "Hold- Hold still, damn it. My hands are shaking enough, I need you to hold still," he muttered, his voice harsher than he intended, thanks to the stress and the shock. "You’re gonna have to guide me through this one, Sunflower. I- I don’t know how. You’re gonna have to tell me what to do."

Keegan went silent when Issac scolded him and on instinct, pulled tighter on the cuffs. He was trying desperately to calm down his breathing as he quietly shook. His eyes stayed closed as he opened up his raw hands.

"G-give them to me..." He whimpered and pulled in a shaky breath. Holding it in his chest. Silently praying for this to all be over.

"P-please...."

#shslpastelpunks #tw implied sexual abuse

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Multiple Soul Mate AU 1

Multiple Soul Mate AU 1: the world is grey but each time you meet one of your romantic/platonic soul mates, a new color is added into your life

Yellow, Red, and Blue.

Those were the three primary colors that Marco had learned in elementary school.

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#READ THIS #IT'S SO CUTE #fucking yes #shsldmmarco

"... Wow."

A Tall, lean looking man passes Issac as he walks down the hall to Keegan’s small apartment. He looks mean and smells of something familiar. Something like medication. You shouldn’t pay much attention to his nobody.

~~~~~~~~~~

TW: implied sexual abuse

Keegan couldn’t think, couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore. He just wanted all the noise in his brain to stop. He pulled at the cuffs that where holding him to his old bedpost, failing to get himself loose. Keegan could hear his dogs barking in the nearby closet of his small room and it was starting to give him a migraine.

"J-Just hold on-…Hold on, g-guys." He whispered towards the sounds, trying to calm them down. He didn’t want anyone coming back to quiet them.

His small apartment was a mess when you first walked in. Everything that had a place was thrown around the floor with little care to if it broke. His couch was shredded and from the small living room Issac would be able to hear the quiet clanking of the cuffs against the bed frame and Keegan hushing his dogs.

Keegan flinched as the door to his room was opened and he tried his best to curl in on his mostly naked form, falling silent, save for the heavy breathing raking from his lungs.

Keegan was a mess himself. His clothes where scattered around the room except his white tank, it was pushed up Keegan’s chest, not covering anything. He seemed to have a few fresh bruises on his lower legs and along his hips. There was a note messily scrawled on the corner of his bed.

Poor little Keegan.

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Isaac’s nose wrinkles up as he passes a man that smells just awful, like medication or a hospital or something. Whatever it is, he doesn’t like it. It puts a knot in his stomach. ~~~~~~~

Isaac knows something is wrong the moment he approaches the apartment’s door and hears the dogs barking. The knot in his stomach twists as he gets the keys out- the keys that Keegan gave to him the moment he moved in- and, with shaking hands, shoves the key into the lock and turns.

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He feels like he might be sick. The house is a mess, the couch is torn, stuffing and cushioning sticking out here and there. It looks like a natural disaster tore through here, and Keegan is nowhere to be seen. He hears clanking coming from the next room over and, dropping everything he’s brought, he hurries in-

To find one of the most horrific sights he’s ever seen. Keegan, handcuffed to the bed, bruised and almost entirely naked. His voice catches in his throat so that he can’t even call out to his lover, can’t say his name, he just makes a choked noise of surprise and dismay before stumbling to fall to his knees on the edge of Keegan’s bed, reaching out for the handcuffs. “How- the-the key, Keegan- the key- where- How do I unlock you-?”

Keegan made a weak squeaking noise and flinched again when he felt someone get on the bed. His eyes shot open when he heard Issac's voice before slamming shut and curling in on himself even more.

"S-Sunshine?!" He stammered and pulled on his cuffs again, trying desperately to get loose, to hide.

"P-p-please- No- Don't..." Tears started to trickle from his eyes, that he tried to wipe away with his shoulder, as he pulled on the huffs again. He tried to slow down his breathing, trying not to ruin his new heart.

"J-just...Uhm...I-I have a p-pick in my dresser." Keegan tried his damnedest to sit up to try and hide the cuffs before pulling something in his shoulder and hissing at the pain. He fell back down on the bed with a huff and struggled at the cuffs again.

#shslpastelpunks #tw: implied sexual abuse

"... Wow."

A Tall, lean looking man passes Issac as he walks down the hall to Keegan's small apartment. He looks mean and smells of something familiar. Something like medication. You shouldn't pay much attention to his nobody.

~~~~~~~~~~

TW: implied sexual abuse

Keegan couldn't think, couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. He just wanted all the noise in his brain to stop. He pulled at the cuffs that where holding him to his old bedpost, failing to get himself loose. Keegan could hear his dogs barking in the nearby closet of his small room and it was starting to give him a migraine.

"J-Just hold on-...Hold on, g-guys." He whispered towards the sounds, trying to calm them down. He didn't want anyone coming back to quiet them.

His small apartment was a mess when you first walked in. Everything that had a place was thrown around the floor with little care to if it broke. His couch was shredded and from the small living room Issac would be able to hear the quiet clanking of the cuffs against the bed frame and Keegan hushing his dogs.

Keegan flinched as the door to his room was opened and he tried his best to curl in on his mostly naked form, falling silent, save for the heavy breathing raking from his lungs.

Keegan was a mess himself. His clothes where scattered around the room except his white tank, it was pushed up Keegan's chest, not covering anything. He seemed to have a few fresh bruises on his lower legs and along his hips. There was a note messily scrawled on the corner of his bed.

Poor little Keegan.

Send "WOW" for your character walking in on mine handcuffed to bed with a note that says have fun

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"Hmm…I wonder where everyone is…" Gerard mused, walking around the school. He had found his dorm earlier and decided to rest, instead of going to the lunch room. He finally decided to get up and go to the lunch room, wanting to meet some other people.

"Hello? Anyone in here?" He called, looking around the lunch room. Would you go and talk to this kid?

Y/N

Keegan, being the little shit he is, still hadn't left the school. He was perched on top of a table with his two dogs, Pickles and Doughnut, worrying around his feet. A box in his lap and a frown on his face. He didn't want to go yet. She he was going to be a child and sit right here until someone moved him.

Keegan perked up when he heard the new voice and tilted his head towards the new sound in the lunchroom.

#shorai-densetsu #hey there #ic Keegan

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