Simon Meeks (roleplay)
@concretevoice.bsky.social
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I struggle to talk, but I still have something to say. Always scribbling and scrawling. Wanted to be known as "the optimistic critic", but things took a dark turn. Horror RP. Mature Content. WT: #Agent
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concretevoice.bsky.social
Simon Meeks

Shy kid
Mostly mute, with a severe stammer when he does try to talk
Artistic
Has a symbiotic existence with an ancient mask being

Trigger warnings for common horror themes:

body horror
inability to communicate
helplessness
dark thoughts
"and I must scream"

etc
concretevoice.bsky.social
"There is no after. Not for me. Mortality is such a... complex notion. Stories end, and are retold. Players come and go, but the characters remain. I've watched people beg for their lives, but I'm only starting to understand why."
concretevoice.bsky.social
-- it's not 'me', any more. It's 'us'. I don't really know what that means, because even the Author is still learning and adapting and always ever-changing.

I don't know who I am anymore, but I know what Arlo means to me and I don't want to do anything to jeopardize that.
concretevoice.bsky.social
The Author is desperate to brag about how timeless and special it is, and that now I am too, but I barely manage to stay in control.

I'm not ready for that speech. To hear an old man's voice come from my mouth, even though it rattles inside my head.

I still want to believe that I'm me. But --
concretevoice.bsky.social
-- even more happening outside.

I want to stay in the basement. Can't go back to before. Can barely remember before.

I remember Jeremy.

Is it real?
concretevoice.bsky.social
I'm not sure if the voice is real or imagined.

It has been so long, or I think it has. Time gets jumbled in my head. Stories, conversations, memories are constantly playing, often out of order.

Death doesn't mean the end of a story.

There are too many stories, happening all at once, and --
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greaterhe1ghts.bsky.social
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦

𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦...

・‥…━━━☆ Arlo Krupa

Another bright Topanga Karate ⭐️

- 21+, #CobraKairp , RT & ♡

It's your Gal, #Gᴀʟᴜꜱᴄᴀ

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letoutayawp.bsky.social
𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑑𝑜.ᐟ

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑡.ᐟ

Jeremy Taylor - The newest 🌟 at Topanga Karate. Old soul. Preshipped.

It's your Gal, #Gᴀʟᴜꜱᴄᴀ

RT & ❤️

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castilloscherry.bsky.social
Rita Castillo

Lipstick on the rim of your whiskey glass. A slow smile as the will is read. She never raises her voice — but the ground shifts when she walks in.

21+ | Slow Replies
Multi Ship • Chemistry-Driven

Penned by #Visceralscribe
concretevoice.bsky.social
-- that out.

There are so many stories about family. And there are stories of family annihilators. I get fear. I get concern. I want to reach out to Arlo so badly. I'm just so scared.
concretevoice.bsky.social
If I had fallen, I'm worried I could have shattered. That's how fragile I feel at the moment. Overwhelmed. Everything is a threat. The outside world has so many threats.

I've forgotten how to be human. That's what scares me the most. No longer flesh and bone, and I am terrified that you found --
concretevoice.bsky.social
"I missed that era. I missed so much. Years of static. Silence. Imprisonment. I am never going back to that. The music needs to stay alive. Stories need to be heard. You get that. Loud. It's life."
concretevoice.bsky.social
That phone. I can hear the ringing as if it vibrates through my whole body. Shudder.
concretevoice.bsky.social
"That's what happens with true artists. The art finds a way to survive, to influence others. I could follow the threads, but only ever feel them when I'm merged."
concretevoice.bsky.social
The idea of losing Arlo, who has become just an idea at this point, it's unbearable, and my face crumbles, my legs give way but I catch myself, struggling to catch my breath.

Arlo kept me alive. I need him.

But he does deserve better.
concretevoice.bsky.social
"Music helps people to find their tribe. The best music has soul, even if all that soul is expressing is anger. I am still wading through all the content of this era. So much content, so little soul."
concretevoice.bsky.social
I think the Mask put it there, to try to help me reach out to the past. I haven't been able to call out on it yet. Every time I pick up the receiver, there's too much noise. Too many stories being told through it. I can't get past that. I'm still processing.

Still processing.
concretevoice.bsky.social
I can't seem to look you in the eyes, looking at the floor instead, feeling guilty but still so unsure of the world outside. I can't trust my memory.

I wish the Mask would take over, and say... something. I don't know how to explain my absence, my silence.

There's a black phone in the basement.
concretevoice.bsky.social
"I would have thought you could appreciate the chaotic nature of it, or do you just enjoy music at a volume that would make a mortal's ears bleed?"
concretevoice.bsky.social
I open my mouth, trying to say a simple thankyou, but that's beyond me. Nothing comes out.

I make a beeline for the sprinkle donut, tearing off a piece. Just one bite, and it's almost too much. I put the rest down, or I really might be sick.
concretevoice.bsky.social
There's still a part of me that thinks that if I do eat, I'll become a monster. As if I'm still trapped there. I'm trapped in all the places I've seen.

I should eat. I should express my gratitude. I can't. All I can do is try to hide how sick I feel.
concretevoice.bsky.social
With the door closed, it's easier to think, and as soon as I can think, I feel ashamed.

I try to tidy up as best as I can, but it's just moving clutter from one place to another.

The thought of food reminds me of how hungry I am, my stomach so small it's just acid eating away at minerals.
concretevoice.bsky.social
"I could repeat your statement back to you. It doesn't matter what you think of me. I just am." Or, I just was. Since this latest merge, I find myself wanting to be a part of the story, not just letting it play. "He likes jazz. We both do."
concretevoice.bsky.social
Even though the house is a mess, I step aside to invite you in, eager to shut the door, not thinking much beyond that.
concretevoice.bsky.social
// Someone should get some use out of it. And rather you than Monty.
hesherwashere.bsky.social
//You mean my new pad?
concretevoice.bsky.social
// Since Simon can barely leave the basement these days, I imagine @hesherwashere.bsky.social has been causing chaos in Meeks' old bedroom.
concretevoice.bsky.social
// Monty is just jealous of Hesher's hair :P
carpeurdiem.bsky.social
//Monty would like to end this forced cohabitation 🙃
hesherwashere.bsky.social
//Yes, in case it wasn't clear. Hesher became Simon and Monty's unwanted roommate from an older SL. I'm continuing that chaos lol