@cnsumptions
why can’t we just leave it to everyone else for once? (Yawn)
what and it all fall apart within minutes? I think I'd choose us over the rest, too.
@6THEYES
Hngh i think im into u..
/ i drooled oops
/ no one judge me on my portrayal okay.. I'm shy...
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀૮ ․ ․ ྀིა⠀⠀⠀◞ new mb !
your gaze pierces me so intensely in this crowd. interesting. so you really can see me
hah? ... am i hallucinating then?? is this implying you /can't/ be seen by everyone else? @colordrain
is this your way of serenading me? i want my five—star performance, you know.
RAAAAAAARGHH
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀◜✧◞ CHARACTER STORY
tw: child negelct/abuse, domestic violence
substance abuse, character death, bullying
┈─┈─┈ ( I will keep it short-ish & vague )
⁰⁶ 」 his reputation proceeded him now: a chaotic no - good musician who danced with the law too frequently to be allowed on a stage. but money can solve everything, and now he has more than enough to keep his misdemeanours quiet. though, sometimes, it is simply not enough.
violence is one of his most loved traits from his fans. when he's high and riled up by their screams, echoing the memories of his childhood as he lashes out and reflects the tone of his songs. everyone loved it, no matter what he did. he couldn't do anything wrong.
that's right. he was entirely innocent ! everyone says so .. /believes/ so. he never did anything on purpose. he's always just done what he was told.
he would cling to that thought like a lifeline.
that he was only doing as told.
⁰⁵ 」 as he grew up, he invested more and more into his music and his equipment until he was a big enough sensation that he drew the eyes of many producers and performers. his first official performance would be in penacony, and it was successful. he finally felt something that was missing for so long in his heart, and he was desperate to keep ahold of it.
he performed more frequently. anywhere and everywhere, getting more traction for his work by the day. he threw himself at clubs and bars, drowning himself in substances he didn't even know existed. he was hooked on the feeling it gave. that numbing sensation that knocked the looming thoughts from his mind. he never wanted it to end. so he would fall into this sick trap of addiction, clinging to it as if it were the only thing keeping him from crumbling.
he knew, deep down, that he could never escape what he did. so he buried it and pushed it down until only his night terrors would be left. at least he could deal with those alone, even if it was through the pills he kept so close to him. he didn't need anything else to help. he had his music and his fans. why should he care about any more?
uh, no. i don’t know anything, sorry ~
