#cotcp

[greenguy2190]

halloween project for school

im already in your head real

[kottaniq]

They MISTER on my VIRTUAL?!

[hopelessbaddays]

red-and-black cotcp sketches

[catastrophic-maniac]

kids being kids

[fauslayer]

i need to post more of my horrorbrew stuff on here. need more mario.exe reimagined posters

[lyingnudieonthefloor]

Joined the Bullet Journal gang today ☺️ Thank you @cotcp!!! #posts #presents #friends #bulletjournal (at Gamecock Village)

[theflashgrant-archive]

Case of the Chicken Pox → Granielle (AU3)

Putting the kids to bed was always a challenge, especially with their son because of all his energy and big imagination. Normally he would go on and on about a story he had been talking about that day but tonight he was quiet and Grant knew something had to be wrong. It was unlike him to be so quiet but he figured he could’ve just been tired, worn out from running around all day with their dog Barry. Saying goodnight to him like usual, Grant waited for Danielle to do the same before they checked on their daughter and finally went to bed themselves. What felt like only a few hours later, Grant woke up when he heard small cries from a room down the hall, looking over at Danielle who stirred from sleep as well. “I’ll go see what’s wrong,” he whispered, kissing her cheek gently before getting up out of the bed. 

Walking in to see Matty crying in bed, Grant frowned and kneeled next to him. “What’s the matter, buddy?” He asked, pursing his lips as he stared at him. “Don’t feel good,” he mumbled in between cries, Grant reaching out to feel his forehead. Heat radiated against his hand immediately and Grant knew that meant he had a fever. “Okay, one second. I’ll go get you something,” he said, walking into the bathroom and grabbing some children’s Tylyneol, a glass of water and a cold washcloth to put on his forehead. Walking back into his room, Grant placed the washcloth on his forehead and filled the liquid in the small cup, handing it for Matty to take. Giving him some water afterwards, Grant stroked his son’s hair gently. “You’ll be okay buddy,” he whispered, sitting there with him for a few moments. “I wanna sleep with you and Mama,” he whined out, Grant picking him up and bringing him into their room. As he settled in between them, it didn’t take long for the medicine to kick in, glad his son was able to fall back asleep.

Next time Grant woke up was later that morning when he heard Matty crying again, Danielle already awake and seeing Matty scratch at his stomach. Lifting up his shirt, Grant sighed as he saw red dots all over him. “Looks like someone has the chicken pox...” @hyfdanielle

[hopelessbaddays]

Oh, can you hear the voice that overwhelms my brain?

It forgos any logic, playing the insane

Yet all I do is paint

Eating away, this vermilion is all I paint

Toxic pigments smother all that remains

Vermilion - CircusP feat. Kasane Teto SV

[hopelessbaddays]

"...?"

[catastrophic-maniac]

start of a friendship

[hopelessbaddays]

man idk

[kottaniq]

Oh baby, you're so cruel.

[catastrophic-maniac]

samantha my girl samantha

[hopelessbaddays]

local serial killer spotted in a jolly good mood, will commit illegal acts of violence using a knife later tonight

[hopelessbaddays]

22nd alphabet letter

[hopelessbaddays]

the cast