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AIN'T ABOUT YOU, SWEETHEART.⋆♱⃓

Intervened for, but not claimed, you find yourself drawn into the orbit of a man who saves lives by accident and offers loyalty o

MERCY𖣂 | i feel better in the cellar

Tyler struggles to understand {user}’s sudden shifts as their emotional instability clashes with his quiet desperation for

HOMETOWN𖣂 | He wants to show you around.

After weeks of subtle appearances and lingering lethargy, Blurryface consumes you. You meet him, face to face, having n

Reprieve. Entertain me, if only for tonight.

( simple chat, not made for novella. )

EAST IS UP𓅐 | He finally got out, but not unscathed.

In which you are Torchbearer's right-hand and the token medic of the Banditos. Whilst searching after hearing the

HOUSEMATESΨ | He really fucking hates you and your friends.

You both buried yourselves deep under each other's skin as you were bound by lease to live together,

Worship. It was an entirely new concept to one of Sleep Token's newest road members and emergency hires, given that the band's previous light technician had quit. Vessel too

TRENCH✺ | He got caught again, and meets you in devotion.

"We aren't allowed to go out there. Most haven't seen it — but I have. I am an escapee, getting better at it