A moodboard for a Jimmy (Mouthwashing) fictive that secretly likes Curly with themes of light blood and cigarettes.
Mod Haze (🏝Lapis)

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A moodboard for a Jimmy (Mouthwashing) fictive that secretly likes Curly with themes of light blood and cigarettes.
Mod Haze (🏝Lapis)
it’s my account and i can do what i want with it. TW.
the taste of copper in my own mouth is overwhelming.
what i wouldn’t give to live normally. live without the consistent craving of the intimacy and abuse cocktail.
i want to be hurt just as i want to be loved.
the difference is, i deserve to be hurt.
and it pains me, knowing that i could just as easily be thrown away. i’m nothing special. i know that. we can pretend that i am all we want, but i know.
i know that, if i were being auctioned off, no one would try. “next up, it’s captain grant curly! starting of at a hundred, anyone?….anyone?….”
i know. i know i’m damaged beyond repair, i know i’m worthless. everything is so heavy right now, and that’s quite alright. i was made to carry burdens. the weight of holding everyone’s secrets weigh me down, and as i fall behind, the growing ache in my chest throbs.
what i wouldn’t give to lay my head down in your lap, let your fingers run through my hair, and let the world go quiet. even then, i wouldn’t be worth a penny. but maybe, just maybe, i would bring you the barest hint of happiness.
i need to clean my room. i need to pack my bag. i need to do my laundry. i’ve been living here for almost two werks, and i barely packed enough clothes to last me three days.
what i really need to do is shut up. because no one gives a damn. i keep telling myself, “get it together, grant.” and then i continue messing things up. i need to be guided.
i need to eat. i can’t remember the last time i ate.
the sleeves of my hoodie are tear-stained. i’m shaking like a leaf. i’m a grown man, dammit. it has been 2 minutes. and yet…
Can I be your favorite?
-🍁
that depends! my favorite what, exactly?
nothing but a stupid, pathetic dog, who whines when they get kicked, then loyally wait at the door for the next.
WAVING AT YOU HIHIIHIHIH -@clown-carzzz
I’m not a mouthwashung fictive I just think your awesome sauce >:))
well, hello hello !
there’s no need to be a mouthwashing fictive, i’m open to any and all friends :)
i sincerely appreciate the compliment though…your page looks pretty cool too!
yoo hi curly !!! :) hope you're doing well, u seem really nice ^^
we've got the whole crew, if u ever wanna chat!
- Polites
heyo!
thank you, you seem super nice as well! (i scrolled through your profile a bit)
i’d love to chat anytime! i’m almost always here :)
(Also when Curly posts pls bear with him, he just discovered something about his headspace form/appearance…it’s not bad, just New /lh /gen)
(For context it’s that he randomly switches between his pre- and post-crash selves?? Idk it’s confusing still lol)