#CW: mentions of addiction

[captain-gillian]

fic pride friday

Rules: Post your favorite line or passage from as many of your published works as you’d like. Let yourself feel proud of your creations! Tag as many people as you post snippets, so your fellow fic friends can be proud, too.

thank you for the tag @lemonlyman-dotcom i'm using this to try and be kinder to myself in how i think about my own writing

strays (5 + 1 of TK attempting to bring home a 'pet' from a call, Nancy POV)

“Carlos has been talking about maybe getting a cat…” TK muses. Here we go again , Nancy thinks.  There’s no mistaking the look on her partner’s face; she’s seen it more times than she can count—he wants to take this wild animal home. She knows his heart is in the right place, but the sooner Carlos relents and lets him get a cat—or a fish, or a hamster even, any kind of pet—the better as far as she’s concerned because talking him out of bringing home new ‘pets’ every week gets exhausting. “Dude, stop, don’t even say it.”  “You can’t possibly know what I was going to say.” “I know you, TK. You were going to suggest that murder mittens over there might be a good cat for you and Carlos to adopt, but the answer is no.” “Murder mittens? Look at him, Nancy—he’s just a little baby.” TK says, gazing longingly across the room at the tiger cub. “TK, I can’t believe we even need to have this conversation. You can’t raise a tiger in a downtown apartment. Tigers aren’t pets, or did you forget why we ended up here in the first place?" “Oh, but look at him. He’s only a baby. He wouldn’t hurt a fly.” “This week, he’s a baby, sure. But do you know what babies do, TK? They grow up, and then you will be the one calling 911 because your 200-pound murder kitty went for the jugular, and when that happens, I’m not coming to save your ass, dude.”

nothing a kiss better can't fix (soft tarlos)

“Seriously, it’s nothing, TK,” Carlos says as he leans against the back of the 126 ambulance with his worried fiancé methodically checking him over.  “It’s not nothing, Carlos. You’re bleeding .” TK tells him, trying to gently guide him towards the stretcher. “Now, will you please sit down and let me treat you?” “I’m okay, TK. Breathe,” Carlos says, taking his fiancé’s hand. “This is nothing a kiss better can’t fix.”  “Is a kiss better for a certain flu-riddled fiancé of yours, perhaps exactly how you ended up in this situation, dude?” Nancy asks with a raised eyebrow and a laugh. “First of all, I’m not ‘flu riddled’,” TK tells her, putting dramatic air quotes around his words. “And second, how do you know about that?”  “When are you going to just admit I know everything,” Nancy tells him with a grin before adding. “Also, you’re both, like, hella predictable.”

sugar, butter, flour (5 + 1 TK and Gwyn baking)

His father and Carlos have always assured him that Jonah will know her through him, but as they stand in the kitchen, he wonders how he can ever live up to the task. TK is uncomfortably aware of the ache of grief in his chest alongside a sharp streak of guilt. Guilt that he got 28 years of her love but spent so many of them pushing it away, too deep in the spiral of addiction to accept it. Those were years Jonah will never get, and TK wasted them.

and again (nancymarjan)

And then before she can dwell on it any further, the countdown hits midnight, the fireworks start in the distance, and Marjan kisses her. It’s like nothing she’s ever felt before, and while Nancy has never been a believer in destiny or soulmates, right now, at this moment, it’s undeniable that Marjan is her soulmate. 

when everythings made to be broken (introspective carlos/a 4x01 coda)

He takes a deep breath and silently tells himself, “You can do this,” and suddenly, he’s nineteen again and doing whatever he can to be a good son and live up to expectations. He’s standing at the altar trying to convince himself he can do this, that somehow he’ll be able to love her like he’s supposed to—like God wants him to—because his parents need him to, his family needs him to. He’s silently praying that, in time, he’ll be able to love like she deserves. She’s his best friend, and he can learn to love her like this, surely—he owes her that. But it doesn’t work out—despite his best efforts, he can’t love her the way she deserves, so he moves out, and she starts dating again, and he’s ready to drown in his shame. And then she disappears, and as the months drag on without a single credible lead, he goes through all the stages. 

no pressure tagging

@fallout-mars @paperstorm @literateowl

@reyesstrand @welcometololaland

[snezus-christ-risen]

CW: mentions of drug use and withdrawal

Dug up and polished an old Klaus fic I wrote five years ago at the height of my TUA obsession! Featuring Diego and Ben (though Diego doesn’t realize he’s there, so he just thinks Klaus is out of his mind). Under the cut.

Diego tried to drive as gently as he could while keeping to the speed limit. Contrary to popular belief, he was not an ass, and he did not want to cause his tagalong brother any more discomfort than he was already experiencing. Klaus flinched every time he turned a corner, and every now and then he would let out a whimper, as if in pain. The only time he spoke was to crack a joke, laugh, then grimace weakly and say “ow.” Diego wondered when he last used; withdrawal was not something he was equipped to deal with right now.

“Do I need to bring you to a hospital?”

“No, sweet brother, but thanks for the offer…” Klaus said, rubbing both of his arms as if trying to warm himself up. “The diner has what I need.”

Diego tried to find his gaze in the rearview mirror, but Klaus had turned to whisper into the empty space beside him. “Is that where you buy drugs?” he asked, and Klaus jumped at the sound of his voice.

“Waffles,” he said, shifting his attention back to his chauffeur. “What part of ‘I am star-ving’ don’t you understand?”

“What parts of ‘I’ve got shit to do’ and ‘there’s food at home’ do you not understand?” Diego put on his blinker and slowed the car significantly as he turned, but Klaus gripped the door handle as if he were tearing it up in the Indy 500. “If you don’t need medical attention, then I’m dropping you back home. I absolve myself of this liability.”

He waited for the inevitable protest, but it never came. Perplexed by the silence, Diego glanced back at the rearview mirror, expecting to see his brother stewing or forming a rebuttal in the backseat. Instead he saw Klaus with his eyes closed, eyebrows raised in hopeful anticipation. Smirking, Diego started to make a comment, knowing it would be distracting - it was a stupid game they played when one of them had to sneeze - but then Klaus spoke, his voice wavering like a paper boat tossed about on uneven waters.

“Stop, stop it,” he said breathlessly, swatting weakly at the air above the empty seat beside him. “You’ll… heh… heh!” His arms froze, then resumed their frantic waving, this time closer to his face. “heh-ESHHhyoo! ESHhhhoo-oh, s’cuse me…”

“Bless you,” Diego said from the front seat. He saw no point in commenting on the fact that he caught some of the spray from those sneezes; if the man hadn’t learned to cover properly at almost thirty years of age, then he was clearly not capable or willing to learn.

“Thanks… yes, thank you, of course, of course…”

Klaus sniffled as he continued to mumble, drawing his coat more snugly around his body like a blanket. For some reason he wasn’t actually wearing it, although doing so would probably solve one of his problems; he was obviously freezing. Diego turned the climate control knob over a couple of notches and pulled into a gentle stop before the intersection. The warmer air felt nice on his hands and cheeks, and after a minute or two, Klaus seemed to melt a bit in the back seat. He was still acting bizarre, talking and laughing to himself as his eyes wandered around the car - but at least now he appeared to be a little more relaxed.

It wasn’t long before Klaus started singing. Diego ignored him; it took years to perfect the ability, but once you learned to tune Klaus out, you used that skill whenever possible. His eyes only wandered to the rearview mirror again when he heard the singing stop abruptly, followed by a chain of hitching, fretful breaths.

“You okay back there?”

“Fine,” Klaus huffed. “Hey, can you t-turn on the radio?”

It was an unexpected request, but one he honored. Diego turned on the radio and hit the seek button, unable to keep from nosily checking his brother’s progress in the mirror. Klaus was looking out the window now, his bright eyes sparkling under rows of passing streetlamps. Every now and then, when the light flashed across his face, he would crinkle his nose up and wiggle it around. His eyes would close, his breathing would deepen, his hands would remain limp and useless in his lap, and he would seem to get so close to sneezing again… but then he would shake his head or laugh at himself and lose momentum. After his third time doing this he sighed, then gestured dramatically in an effort to get Diego’s attention. Some hidden jewelry on his body jingled as his arms moved up and down.

“Stay… stay here,” he said, his voice still breathy and uneven under the influence of the taunting sneeze. “This one’s good….”

Diego set the station and continued cruising, his fingers drumming along his steering wheel. After about thirty uninterrupted seconds of listening, he found himself wiggling in his seat and watching his audio display for the song title. He was adding this one to his Spotify playlist.

“This one is good,” he conceded.

He looked to Klaus for his reaction and found his head rolled towards the window, mouth agape and lips quivering. His lungs filled with a long, silent breath, his body tensed, and he bent forward violently, sneezing towards the floor of the car.

“ASHHHhhhieeww!”

“Bless you,” Diego said, grateful that the floor took the hit this time. Especially when he heard Klaus sniffle wetly several times afterwards.

“What’d I tell you?” Klaus asked, without missing a beat.

Diego smirked. “You always did have the second best taste in music.”

Klaus snorted at the implication, then covered his nose with the back of his hand. “H-hey, do you have any ti’hih-ISHHHhhoo!—tissues?”

Well, Diego felt that one, because Klaus had unbuckled himself to lean between the front seats while he asked his question. At least he had the humility to look mortified and remorseful when he realized what had happened.

“Oops… sorry about that, I’ll just…” He dabbed Diego’s arm gently with the sleeve of his own coat. “… mop you up here…”

“No tissues,” Diego said, yanking his arm out of reach of his brother. “Napkins, though. Glove compartment.”

Klaus began crawling into the front seat, causing Diego to swerve as his passenger’s foot found its way into his field of vision. “Dude, sit,” he barked, and Klaus suddenly managed to get himself seated properly.

“What do we have here,” Klaus wondered aloud, opening the glove compartment and wiggling his fingers.

Another sneeze found him before he could sift through the mysteries of his brother’s glovebox. This time, surprisingly, he threw his arm up to catch it, along with the second one that came tumbling out behind it.

“ISHH’uh-huh’ISHHHhhhieww!” He gave his head a vigorous shake before scrubbing at his nose with his sleeve. “Whew!”

“Bless you, bless you,” Diego said. “Why are you sneezing so much?”

Klaus shrugged, seemingly unbothered by the relentless sneezing as he hunched forward again to look through the glove compartment. “Bystery,” he said, finding the napkins he was promised and using them to blow his nose. “Ahhhh, that’s better…”

As he rolled down the window, presumably to toss his tissues into the street, his attention caught something outside of the car and he was suddenly smacking Diego’s arm.

“Stop here, stop here,” he said urgently. “Let me out.”

“We’re like ten blocks from-”

“It’s fine, let me out here.”

Diego pulled over and sighed heavily, making his disapproval clear. At the same time, he knew Klaus would have found his way over here eventually, no matter where Diego dropped him off.

“I’m not driving you and your drugs around,” he said firmly.

“That’s fine, I’ll walk back.”

Diego frowned. “Are you sure you’ll-” he started, stopping as it became clear that Klaus wasn’t interested in hearing the rest of the sentence. He was already slamming the door behind him and trotting down the sidewalk, towards the shadowy figure of who Diego could only presume was his dealer.

“-be okay,” he finished, more for his own sake, before pulling off into the night.

[bear-boi-5]

Tell me all you can and will about Louie‼️‼️

OK!! WHERE SHALL I START

Hmmmm

How about, his childhood since that's one of the most interesting aspects about him aside from his odd personality.

Louie's parents were terrible people. They didn't care about Louie in the slightest and thought he was a failure from the start, ironic seeing as they were on the drug + alcohol addict side. So, they dropped him off at his Nana's and they left, most likely to a different planet.

His Nana was the only one he had growing up. He didn't have a grandfather in his life, this is due to him passing before Louie was born. His Nana wasn't the most financially stable so he couldn't go to school but did get someone in to help tutor him, this was Olimar's dad. Olimar often came with his dad since his mother had divorced his dad and he couldn't stay home alone. This allowed for Louie and Olimar to meet each other and Louie, being a rather quiet, reserved and antisocial kid, to latch onto Olimar very quickly.

But, Louie was often a victim of bullying, thanks to this behaviour of his and his fixation on eating pretty much anything, including bugs. Olimar did try his best to protect Louie however.

When Louie got to the status he is currently at, being famous and pretty damn wealthy due to the amount of money he gets paid, his parents suddenly popped up out of nowhere and wanted to get back into contact with him. Louie refused to see them, even his Nana and Olimar prevented them but, yet, they managed to weasel their way back into Louie's life to snag a bit of that money and fame for their own selfish desires. This lasted for a couple of months.

Louie had now gained, on top of his antisocial behaviour, a mix of sociopathic tendencies due to the bullying and terrible parents and mild anger issues because of a multitude of factors. Louie often tried to just leave the conflict but this was what caused him to snap and go off. His mental state could be best described as a ticking time bomb, ready to blow at any moment and so it did.

He had a restraining order against them and they could no longer bother him.

[kawaii-dream-blade-girl]

bro addictions really are like the phrase “when one door shuts another one opens”

my masturbation addiction replaced my substance addiction and my cvtting addiction replaced my masturbation addiction

wtf

[steddieas-shegoes]

crawling out

for @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘hole’

rated m | 404 words

cw: mention of addiction (nothing specific or detailed), mention of rehab, break-up | tags: rock star Eddie Munson, making amends, angst with a hopeful/happy ending, hurt/comfort, getting back together

- - - - - - - - - -

“Keep digging the hole for yourself. Eventually, no one will find you.”

Those were the last words Steve had said to him over a year ago.

They were in the middle of tour, their first headlining one, and Steve had been antsy. Eddie was picking fights with him for no god damn reason.

Steve got sick of it.

Steve left.

The band finished that tour, Eddie went on a bender and nearly died, and the band took a break.

- - -

Rehab sucked. Not because of the withdrawals; Those weren’t all that bad compared to some of the horror stories he’d heard. He was alone.

And being alone was what got him there in the first place.

Steve warned him he’d be alone the further into this hole he put himself and he was right.

- - -

But it’s been months since rehab, months since he felt the urge to bury himself in the hole he dug for himself, months since he started clawing his way out.

He’d spent the first month with Wayne, who welcomed him with open arms the way he always did.

The second month was spent traveling to see all the kids, apologize to them for everything.

All of them had quickly sided with Steve, rightfully so, and he’d barely heard from them after…well, after. They all accepted his apologies, wanted to start working towards friendship again.

Next was a trip back to California to visit the band, who all stuck around to help out in the studio and write songs for others while they figured out what they wanted to do. They all loved him, told him so in the way they looked proud to see him standing outside of the hole he dug.

Now, standing outside the apartment Steve shared with Robin, he had the strong urge to jump back into the hole.

“Just knock,” he said to himself.

He lifted his hand.

The door swung open.

Steve stood there, just as beautiful and perfect as the day he left Eddie, frowning.

He looked him up and down, took in how he’d changed, put on a little bit of weight, trimmed his hair to his shoulders, got a new tattoo.

The date Steve left.

Steve’s eyes locked on his.

“You still digging that hole?”

“No. Filling it in actually. My arms got tired.”

Steve bit his lip, the telltale sign he was hiding a laugh.

“Need help?”

Eddie smiled. “Couldn’t hurt, sweetheart.”

[perkyaddict]

All I ever do is get fuckeddd uppp

[f4t-tr4nny]

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[captain-sunshine-11]

Like yes Matt Boyd has a sunny disposition and is generally friendly but that isn't all he is.

Like pretty much all of the AFTG characters--let alone any character--Matt is defined by his relationships and his past.

Matt is Dan's loving boyfriend. Matt Boyd is Neil Josten's roommate and teammate (and was Seth's). Matthew Boyd is number 04 as the backliner to Wymack's Palmetto State Foxes. Matthew Donovan Boyd is the son of his fiery boxer mother and his pissy surgeon father.

These are all surface level observations and it causes no harm to pull from these, after all, this is the basis of Matt's character. A kind boy becoming man that holds his friends and family close because he had a taste of how shitty things could get. He knows he got a second chance and is using it.

But it wouldn't hurt to remind the fandom of the slight depth Nora had given to his character and how we could expand on that. By 'slight depth' I mean a provided backstory and choices he makes that effects Neil's way of seeing things. It makes sense, Neil's unreliable narrator-ness and the fact that Nora hadn't ever planned on expanding on the Upperclassmen. Which is fine! Because that's where we come in (and the extra content on Matt if you can find it lol).

Do not forget that Matt also struggled with addiction and has recovered in a way that was horribly rough on his system. Don't forget that while he is fiercely protective he won't hesitate to throw a fuckin' punch-- (hes the son of Randy Boyd goddamnit!!!). And that he loves his mom and has a strained relationship with his dad! He was shy and skittish before he got clean for good. He was Seth's closest friend, maybe out of necessity because they were roommates, but you sure as fuck know he didn't take Seth's death well. He is Neil's best friend and Neil was his best man for his wedding; he cherishes that 5'3" gremlin even though Neil has his father's smile. He loves deeply and is not ashamed that Dan had previously been a stripper and does not feel threatened by her authority.

Matthew Donovan Boyd, guys!!

[llestaire3]

I'm desperate.

No one warned me about how lonely it is to go through self destructive behaviors alone. I'm more than aware that having someone to enable me could be detrimental, but I can't find the willpower to care anymore.

I miss those friendships where it was two fucked up people against the world. We obsessed over one another, enabled each other, but at the end of the day we know we have each other. I don't get that with my partner. He's perfect in everyway, but he keeps expecting me to "get better". He thinks I am, but that's far from the case. I feel like I'm going insane. I NEED someone. Anyone who gets me.

[mothbvckett]

⭐️ // I forgot to post here SORRRYYYY heres a LOT OF DOODLES

TW: VOMIT / ADDICTION

Have you guys noticed i basically only draw Wallter?? I have...

(Im trying to draw Wallter 50+ times on whiteboards at my school wish me luck)

To clarify this last one is a joke its meant to be cringey btw does anyone still like bugbo hmu if yes

[iluvmylittleponysblog]

thinspo <33

[rhiaarrow]

I've seen ppl talking abt it on twitter and here and I wanted to sort of contribute my thoughts towards it,

Ppl aren't 'forgetting' about qTubbo's death. It's just that the situations of qBad and qTubbo's deaths, while they had the same outcome, were completely different for multiple factors.

(This isn't targeted at the ppl who think the death is being overlooked because that's their analysis and it's totally fair. It's just that people saying that got my analyst brain drawing comparisons between the deaths and I ended up with this big wall of text so...yeah :') )

1 - The build up (from outside POVs)

With qTubbo from most Povs he just sort of... died with no clear build up. Most ppl didn't see the true extent of his self spiralling because he hid it or they just simply didn't spend a lot of time with him in order to pick up on the stuff that we the viewers picked up on. And then all of a sudden he just died with no obvious lead up (unless you watch his pov in which case there was an obvious lead up) but from outsiders who barely saw him, it just happened.

Whereas

With qBad there was a more obvious build up on other Povs, he told the ppl he loved he was dying or at least they knew that something was wrong. They knew that his death was inevitable and as much as they hate to admit it a lot of them had already come to terms with the fact that he would be gone soon. (Again unless you watch his pov the whole build up from the past few months is less obvious but it was more developed with other players before his actual death) Most Povs at least recognised that there was something wrong with the blue spreading across his face because well...it was pretty fucking obvious

2 - The way they told people

qTubbos "I'm an egg, I only have one life left." while true sounds like a joke because well... he's obviously not actually an egg. Ppl joke abt stuff like that the whole time, the Eggboyhalo joke for example or calling Foolish 'egg coded' early in the server. How were all players meant to immediately go 'ah yes, this player is definitely an egg. Yesyes, this makes perfect sense'. It's easy to see how it wasn't taken seriously by a lot of characters when only a few of them were ever given an actual explanation besides "yeah I've only got one life"

Whereas

qBads "I'm fine, don't worry about me." while actively coughing up a lung, covered in blue infection and regularly having memory issues is an obvious lie. Even if people only saw him for a couple of minutes or even seconds it was pretty damn hard to ignore the blue spreading on his body. They'd ask what it was, he'd try to avoid it or redirect them and that person was hit with an immediate red flag of 'oh, so something is wrong with Bad.' which most shelved away and didn't actively investigate but it caused many characters to express being worried about him

3 - Outward visibility

qTubbo died due to his internal issues; self doubt, lack of self worth, suicidal tendencies, etc (I feel bad writing etc but I know there were other factors I just can't remember them) which resulted in him chosing to live using the life system and later chosing to gamble his last life in a game of Russian roulette with Richas.

(None of this being clearly outwardly visible to bystanders even if he wanted them to notice)

Whereas

qBad died due to external issues; parts of his soul physically leaking out of wounds on his body which caused his body to degenerate so far that even as an immortal he couldn't hold on and stop his corporeal body from just giving out on him and forcing him to reset.

(Which was very clearly outwardly visible despite how much he tried to hide it)

4 - The methods of their return

(Honestly I think this part is what's making ppl think that qTubbo's death is being 'ignored' compared to qBads)

With qTubbo, Creation told them that in order to 'restore' him they need smth that they CANNOT craft. Creation did not elaborate further, so they have very little to work with/very little they can actually do in order to try and help him. So most players while they have expressed they want to help, they know that if they do try to help they'll be running at brick walls because they just cannot obtain what is needed and they need to just wait for Creation to show up again.

Whereas

With qBad they know he'll be back (because he's a demon and that's just how they work) and they know what they have to do. They have to wait and be patient when he does return because he might not remember them and he'll probably need pictures to remember. He told them all of this before he died.

On one hand you have qTubbo: Wait for a prompt from Creation or an NPC to help them craft the item to get him back

On the other you have qBad: Wait for him to come back on his own terms

And for the people used to Bad providing a metaphorical example to prove his point in a clearer manner;

When playing a video game you have more hope when waiting for a loading wheel to stop spinning so you can play the level, than you do looking at a level blocked behind a currently unobtainable paywall :/

In other words, dwelling on things you don't know how to fix sucks ass and no one likes thinking about it until they have a tangible idea for a solution and right now only one of the two deaths has an even remotely tangible solution even if it is just to wait and do nothing.

(I understand that ppls reactions to qBads death have seemed more proactive than qTubbos right now but today was the first qBagi and Em learned of him actually dying so it makes sense that today was sort of centered around that. Tbh it just sucks that qTubbo died on an event day bc I feel like if he didn't we would've got a lot more focus and angst out of it but what can you do. But also it's seemed a lot more proactive because qBads kids are actively searching the server for him for 3-4 hours a day which is just depressing as hell, kudos to Pommin and Dapmin for pulling that off :') )

Wall of text over!

Have a flower for your troubles, after all our cubitos have done to us, I think we've earned some flowers without angsty connotations ;-;

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[crybaby-writings]

let's talk about shane from stardew valley

people who shit talk about shane because of how his spouse room looks (showing signs that he may have relapsed, that's despite being in recovery he's still actively struggling with addiction, ect.) are just as bad as men who date a woman that they know is mentally ill, and then throw a fit or break up with her when she shows signs of mental illness.

it's the exact same thing, to a tee. people are complaining/divorcing him literally because his spouse room shows that he's still struggling with a mental illness/staying sober despite being in therapy and going to meetings.

and guess what, that's exactly how addiction works. you don't stop and it just goes away. you relapse over and over, while doing your very best. relapse/"slipping" is a vital part of recovery, just like therapy and attending your meetings (if you have them for your particular addiction).

addict's will live with the aftermath of, and be in recovery with, their addictions until the day that they die. no matter how long they are sober, there is always a small chance for a relapse or a slip in your judgement. i speak from experience in this, both as someone who has family members who were/are addicts and as someone who has addictions (that are tied to other mental health issues, not substance based).

shane is doing his best to recover, for the people he loves, and doesn't deserve to be treated badly because of something that's a natural part of the recovery process- that he's trying so hard to not let happen.

also, shane is definitely an asshole for a while after you meet him- i completely understand that, and im not arguing with that. you have every right to not like a character, or not want to be married to a character, but not liking them of not wanting to marry them simply because they're mentally ill/you can visually see the way their mental illness manifests is not okay.

also, what is his deal with randomly putting up joja wallpaper in the house? what's the reason? what was he thinking when he did that?

[kawaii-dream-blade-girl]

tw sh mention

hehe omg i love being silly

cuz like

what if i just cvt "william afton" into my skin bc im silly and i've had a crush on him since i was 6!

(yes im gonna ramble about my fictional character obsessions and make them a part of my sh, they're two of the only things that make me happy so im gonna combine them!)

anyways have a list of silly things about my cvtting hehe

what i've cvt into myself already (lil artsy things):

a couple of hearts <3

a star or two

a knife

a pentagram

a pattern that kinda looked like stitches or smth idk

what i've cvt into myself already (words or names):

LORD SATAN (i'm a satanist! <3)

CHUCKY (twice)

what i plan to cvt into myself (and when):

CVT DEEPER (sometime soon, idk, probably friday or smth)

WILLIAM AFTON (tomorrow probably idk)

BENNY LOVES YOU! (my favorite movie! <3 probably saturday when my bestie @chishiya-catt comes over (we SH together))

that's all, i always cvt words into myself in all caps or whatever lmao

i love being silly

bye bye!!!!!!!

[blueparadis]

Higuruma ‘i’ll cure your daddy issues’ Hiromi.

He keeps you under close inspection and doesn't really express his possessiveness or his jealousy. He will support you when you are in a relationship, through and through. Listening to your relationship problems over a cup of coffee or ice cream. But after your first break up, he takes you to the countryside and tells you there's plenty of fish in the sea. You shouldn't waste your tears over a boy. He will even lend a shoulder if you are still not cheered up, and will share a cigarette if he has to; for your smile. So that when your head is clear, your mind is sane from sadness you think of him. Yeah, you think he is cool for keeping up with the taste of this new generation. You're so naive and so childlike. It makes him want you more. You don't get it— the weight of his actions; but it will catch up to you eventually,by the time you've already done something you regret; those short-lived intimate moments of holding hands in the crowd while crossing a street feels like a fever dream