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Hey there! Courtney here! I am glad to see more Total Drama fictives in this platform haha, i wish you the best Alejandro-Courtney

Hola Courtney, I hope you are doing well ^_^

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…

don’t you know that I’M the only one who can satisfy you in this way? the only one who could quench that deep, growing need to take control? the only one you let close, the only one you let lie in your bed at night?

i’m the only one.

won’t you love me in the most vile way possible? . . . won’t you hurt me in the most saccharine way possible?

my head feels like it’s been filled with cotton, and my vision is swimming in the most subtle way. i feel floaty and gentle and pliable and fragile. it’s quite an odd feeling.

he may be this..this manipulative, god-status-having figure. but i am nothing if not a willing devotee, offering up my heart, body, mind and soul.

a sorrowful source memory…? [tw]

i distinctly remember the aftermath of a particularly rough argument.

he accused me of never caring, of planning to leave. the jimmy i knew was quick to emotion, in every sense of the word: he was quick to fall in love as he was quick to anger. as this argument progressed, our voices were raised higher and higher. it got to the point where my own throat was sore, just from trying to be heard over his frantic yelling. once the end of the argument came about, we both took off to different rooms of the apartment we were sharing at the time. the apartment wasn’t anything too special, just somewhere we could crash when we weren’t doing shipments. he ended up in his (our shared) bedroom, and i ended up pacing the kitchen. about an hour later, he sulked out from the bedroom, and came to me in the kitchen. about 30 minutes into the wait, i decided that food could be a good peace offering, so i was cooking. nothing too extreme, just eggs, as we didn’t have much else in the apartment. i could hear him creep up behind me, wrapping his arms around my middle and laying his forehead on the back of my shoulder.

it was those tender moments that reminded me why i stuck around, why i adore/d him, why i was the sole devotee.

「★」 TO THE MOON, AND NEVER BACK . . .

all likes and followings will come from @vulpes-ventricle

⟢ hello and welcome to my “secret” space .ᐟ

you can call me curly! this is my source memory-based, yearning-based account.

i want to say that everything talked about on this blog is SAFE, SANE, and CONSENSUAL. nothing i’ve done in the past, and nothing i’ve written about, was outside of my own volition.

if you are uncomfortable with any of the following . . . ⇒ Curly x Jimmy ⇒ “doomed”, or toxic relationships ⇒ co-dependency ⇒ alters/headmates who AREN’T source separated ⇒ NSFW concepts ⇒ obsession-themed romance ⇒ manipulation . . . then you probably won’t enjoy this blog.

⟢ ABOUT ME .ᐟ

Captain Grant Curly 𓏵 ageless (appears 30s) 𓏵 he/him/his 𓏵 cisgender male 𓏵 bisexual

⟢ TAGS .ᐟ

⭐️// depraved mind ⤷ “trigger warning” posts ⭐️// lovesick letters ⤷ romantic / obsession themed ⭐️// cherry rose tinted ⤷ directed posts ⭐️// vulpes_ventricle ⤷ system-based ⭐️// the moon is quiet ⤷ source memories ⭐️// captain approves ⤷ reblogs ⭐️// captain is speaking ⤷ any and all original posts

Kaveh Headcanons

It’s been a while! Gonna write this before the drink kicks in :)

-Speaking of drinking, Kaveh would definitely drink Pinot Noir Wine 🍷 (rip his bank account though)

-Is a k-pop girlie and listens to TXT (stream Deja Vu btw)

-A convo would go like this:

K: “Hey Al, you should check this song out!” A: “Hm…maybe” *ends up listening to it on loop when he misses Kaveh*

-He is a city person, although he does enjoy the occasional hike and walk through a trail

-Huge bookworm, and workaholic (gets reminders to eat when he forgets to)

Ty for reading! signed, 🍷 (new tag bc I forgot what it was)