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sibmakesart · 1 year

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#art #artists on tumblr #digital art #ofmd #izzy hands #ofmd edward teach #lucius spriggs #edward teach #blackhands #tw violence #tw alcohol abuse

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ekholocationn · 1 month

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drinking myself dizzy

#ive had this composition in mind for months and im so happy with how it came out???#felt great to draw oc art again #lucius im sorry for dumping so much trauma on you but drawing sad art of ocs you love is incredibly cathartic #ekhoartworks #my art #art #digital art #artists on tumblr #fateless #song of the fateless #original character #original story #my character #my oc #medieval fantasy #tw alcohol abuse #tw substance abuse #cw alcohol abuse #cw substance abuse

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fawnsnotebook · 1 month

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drank too much

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dooodle-bug · 1 year

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*You made a memorable and charming toast to Queen!

#one of my favorite theory videos of all time watch it if u can <3 #also yeah not my best work but it was more experimental and shit #dooodle draws #utdr #deltarune #toriel #toriel deltarune #queen deltarune #deltarune queen #toriel dreemurr #tw alchoholism #tw drunk #tw alcohol #tw alcohol abuse

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anaskunk · 5 months

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my family having a serious conversation about alcohol problems in our relatives and then i hit them with that “the only thing im addicted to is animal jam”

#tw alcoholism #tw alcohol mention #tw alcohol abuse #alcohol tw #yaur #wtf is that #animal jam #aj classic #animal jam classic #ajc #aj

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inky-evergreen · 4 months

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I think that HE thinks he's a bad friend but idk

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bunsofhoney · 1 month

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Seven Sentence Sunday

I didn't get tagged by anyone but jokes on you cause I'm doing it anyway! I actually got to write this weekend and I love this chapter.

“You sure you’re good? Maybe we should call someone for you…” There was sudden, violent retching on the other end of the call. Peter rushed in but then stopped, unsure how to help. “No I’m fine -” more retching. Eddie's bare ass was hanging off his bed on the screen and he waved Wade away over his shoulder. YOU’RE NOT FINE, IDIOT.

@orcusnox or @waterme-stories you got anything to share? If not no pressure (:

#tw alcohol abuse #like a lot #bad decisions are made but it's still a good read #toxic boh #symbrock #spideyvenompool #fanfic writing

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girlyholic · 1 year

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In case the article ever goes down, here is an archived version.

While many of the articles posted on this blog have been quite old, this one is not, and is only a few days old at the time of this posting.

It is part 3 of a set of articles on the topics of Kabuki-cho and the culture of the Toyoko kids gang, which can all be accessed from both the original and the archived link.

This article specifically is a testimonial from a mother whose 15-year old daughter became embroiled in the culture of the Toyoko kids. It is mentioned that at first, she expressed interest in "landmine fashion", but it gradually spiraled into the girl finding people online and heavily participating in the drinking and drug abuse culture the group is known for.

#tw drug abuse #tw alcohol abuse #tw overdose #toyoko kids #j*rai #kabukicho #japanese #article #girly discourse

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transmascbeepthemeep · 4 months

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The Meep is an Alcohol Enjoyer

#tw alcohol abuse #tw alcohol #the meep #shitpost #OOC: I wanna drink so bad sooo bad #art

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babyspacebatclone · 5 months

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A reply from one of @spop-romanticizes-abuse ‘s posts.

It’s old, was ignored at the time, and I’ll follow their lead by not engaging with the poster directly and ask you all to do the same.

Catra lives rent free in my head?

You know what, fuck, yeah, she does.

You know who else lives rent free in my head?

Let’s see…

Note: Check out the trigger warnings at the top of under the cut.

I am only referring to them obliquely.

But I mean every one.

Trigger warnings:

Domestic Abuse, Spousal Abuse, No-Contact Orders, Traffic Accidents, Alcohol Abuse, Drug Abuse, Rehab, Arrests, Infidelity, Implied but not confirmed Child Abuse, Aggression in Children, PTSD, Night Terrors

We can start with the parents of one set of siblings at my daycare.

And the time the father was arrested in front of them.

Because he was caught speeding.

With his unmarried partner and their three kids in the car.

When she had a no contact order on him.

Or how about the mother of another set of four kids I’ve worked with, now mother of five?

Who was arrested and put into rehab when she crashed her car with the then-four kids in it. While intoxicated. Weed or alcohol, it could have been either.

The four siblings were separated between the then two baby-daddies.

Well, the second one took the younger two kids and has been an amazing father to them despite the fact the youngest in the most cliché way possible does not look like his White Hillbilly ass.

Actually, the months she was in rehab were the best for those kids, her reintegrating with the still-separated kids has gone better than I feared but, well, with the new baby (who doesn’t go to my daycare), you can imagine the bar I was expecting.

How about the mother of the preschooler we had to kick out of our center for aggression against staff and kids? The kid who openly lied about adults attempting to hurt him when they didn’t let him get his way, in a manner all the staff agreed felt if not coached then encouraged from said mother, potentially in regards to visits from the father…

And I never met him, so I live with the question - rent free in my head - if it had been justified or not.

Oh! How about the other kid we had to kick out for aggression, who would hit kids with a closed fist as a toddler??? Spoiler, that’s not the natural way a kid hits people.

…. I only have second-hand rumor about why the mother left biodad, but I’m sure you can imagine.

Oh, wait! I almost forgot!

The kid that left our center because her family had to move.

Into a shelter for domestic abuse victims.

The one that had screaming night terrors three times a week at nap time. For months.

Spoilers: While night terrors at that age can be caused from non-trauma sources, those are usually short term.

That one left pre-COVID, I haven’t actually spent time being enraged by that one in a while.

What with the previous ones all being 2021 to currenr.

So yeah!

Catra lives rent-free in my head.

I wonder fucking why??????

#tw babybat fucking swears #tw babybat is fucking furious #tw domestic abuse #tw spousal abuse #tw child abuse #tw ptsd #tw alcohol abuse #tw drug abuse #tw rehab #tw night terrors #tw arrests

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simmysunset · 5 months

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Whoever Loves Her Next - 04

*Trigger warning for mentions of alcoholism*

The first few moments after the words spill out are silent. I can’t speak. I can’t look at him. Hell, it feels like I can’t even breathe.

One of my first predictions of what would happen after I told him was that he would start demanding to know who I slept with so soon following our breakup. Another was that he’d start screaming and crying, completely overwhelmed with emotion. But what I certainly didn’t guess, was that he would gently take me by the arms and turn me back around to face him.

“Ella, it’s gonna be okay.”

He’s not angry. He’s not upset. He’s not stricken with grief. He’s fucking smiling.

I open my mouth to speak, but none of the words I want to say come out. He reaches down to take my hands into his, and I can’t help but stare down at them. I never thought I’d see his hand in mine again.

His voice is soft and characteristically slow as he says, “We’ve got this. I’m not going anywhere, and I’m not letting anything happen to you this time around.”

He immediately notices that this makes my breath hitch, and gives my hands a squeeze.

“Don’t worry about a thing. I’m going to take care of all of it,” he tells me before he suddenly goes from calm and collected to excited beyond my imagination. “Ella, this is- I mean…holy shit! We can work this out. You can stay here until we’re done writing and then when we go back to Philly, you can move back in and-”

Pulling my hands from his is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, but I do it all the same. It feels as though I break his heart with a single sentence. “Harry, this doesn’t mean we’re getting back together.”

And I swear the look on his face when I say this nearly kills me.

He sounds so deflated as a “What?” escapes from his lips.

“Please try and understand where I’m coming from,” I beg. “It hasn’t even been two months since what happened, and I’m just not ready to face that again.”

He scoffs before starting to turn away, and my emotions bubble to the surface before I can stop them.

“What did you expect, Harry?! That I’d just come running back into your arms?! I can’t do that! Not after what happened!” I insist, and he whips around with such speed that it almost scares me.

“You can’t even fucking talk about it! What was it that you called me? An alcoholic son of a bitch? Well, how about you let me tell you that I haven’t had a drop since that day?! Let me explain that I know how badly I fucked up! Let me have a chance to apologize for scaring you to death!”

Memories come rushing back to me of the whole experience. The tears are so close to falling over the edge and I look up at the ceiling to try and hold them back, but it’s no use. The day it all went down was brutal, and I can’t even think about it without feeling physically sick.

“I want to give you a chance, Harry. I really do. But I can’t right now. I can’t keep feeling like this because I just know it’s going to end in the same tragic way. With a visit to the emergency room and a gravestone for someone all too tiny.”

His own tears begin to spill out at this statement, and I know I’m stepping dangerously close to a line that I would rather die than break. I take a couple breaths to reel myself in before saying,

“I love you, and part of me will always love you. But I can’t be near you right now. Being this close to you and seeing you like this just reminds me of everything we lost. So, I need to go. I’m gonna go back to Massachusetts, back to my parents. We’ll keep in contact and you can visit any weekend you’d like. It’s just-”

He nearly screams, “Weekends?!” and I flinch away from him. “Ella, this is our child we’re talking about! A living being that we made! I want to be with them every day! I want to be with you every day! I will not sit back and watch them follow the same spiral I took! I won’t let you do that to me or to them!”

I grit my teeth in anger. “Why is it suddenly all on me?! At what point did this change from us against the world to you against me?!”

“You know damn well when it happened, Ella! Hell, you’re the one that made it this way! You left me, remember?! Because I sure as hell never would have made that decision!” Harry yells.

I don’t even remember that there are other people in the house until after I let out a scream of frustration.

“How could you think for a second that I ever wanted to make that decision?! I have spent every day since then regretting it! And I can’t handle you! I can’t handle you punishing me for doing what I had to!”

He snaps back, “You can’t handle me?! I’m not one of your fucking dogs, Ella! I’m not an animal that needs to be trained!”

“I didn’t say you were! I meant that you’re too much! It hasn’t even been a year since we lost Michael and now it’s happening all over again! I need time, Harry!” I shout.

His voice finally starts to reach its peak, and I begin to cower away from him. “Don’t you think I need time, too?! He wasn’t just your son! His death was just as hard on me as it was on you! I felt it just as much as you did!”

I take a few breaths and decide to lower my voice. This is getting out of hand, and soon, one of us is going to say something we’ll regret. “I never said otherwise. I know how much you struggled, and still do. It just…it feels like you’re suffocating me, Harry. And I can’t breathe when you’re around me.”

But instead of trying to take it down a notch with me, he only seems to explode further.

“Then fucking go! Leave! Run away like you always do!”

I feel his words stab into my chest in the same instant that remorse fills his face. I know he’s sorry, but I’ve reached my limit. I can’t be here anymore.

So, I walk around him and head for the door. He catches my arm just before I reach for the handle.

“Please don’t leave me, Ella.”

I only manage to speak a sentence back to him. “I don’t want to, Harry, but I have to.”

And with that, I exit the bedroom. The others in the main room are dead silent and all staring at the floor, most likely pretending that they didn’t hear a word. But I know they probably heard every single one. Afraid of their ridicule, I leave the house and go back to my rental car, where I hang my head and finally break down.

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#ok so i realize some of you may be confused because i haven't used the full name yet #so the main character's name is briella #that's why other characters call her bri and harry calls her ella #sorry for any confusion lol #sims 4 story #sims 4 storytelling #*whoever loves her next #tw alcohol #tw alcohol mention #tw alchoholism #tw alcohol abuse

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justcleodora · 11 days

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| Cleodora & Yazi | Starter |

@pandokofswamp

Where: Edge of Destarin Forest When: Early afternoon

Though Cleodora had failed to arrive for another shift at the local grocers, it only took a little stroll along the outskirt of the forest to find the run away nymph. She had a flagrant disregard for what was expected of her and it showed, given she had no intention of hiding away at home. No, the nymph instead was floating in a stream, the pale rose of her wet gown matching the pink in the nymph's eyes.

Though the nymph had drank from her waterfall yesterday, remnants of it's sight seeing gifts remained, evident in the hue of her usually crystal blue eyes. After an extended stay in town, the nymph had gorged on the water source and thus had spent the majority of the morning, trapped in a confusing blur of visions. As the pink clouded her eyes, Cleodora lost her grip on the present and was forced into the futures of those closest to her as well as those who were complete strangers to her. The visions were confusing, filled with languages unknown to Cleodora, a sea of changing faces disorientating her.

While the nymph was a vision in a rose dress, submerged in water, her dark hair splayed around her face, the lazy water stream slowly carrying her past lily pads and various flowers, Cleodora's visions were anything but pretty and peaceful.

As such, when she was permitted respite randomly, the nymph sat up suddenly, her legs hitting the pebbled floor beneath her, and her eyes draining of all traces of pink. The sense of peace and calm in the area was disrupted by Cleodora dragging her wet frame from the water so she could lie on the bank exhausted. If there was ever a reason to cease all visits to the Kyngeshed in the future it was this. Taverns lead to bad decisions, and bad decisions always seemed to circle back to the gift she had no control over and no desire to practice.

The nymph huffed and rolled onto her side so she was looking across the wide, shallow stream. The sound of an unfamiliar splash caught the weary nymph, and it was with a wary gaze that she sat up and turned to see who or what had joined her.

#crownofconvergencerp #fantasy rp #cleodora&yazi #visions #gift of sight #tw reference to alcohol consumption #tw alcohol abuse

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assbutt-writes · 2 months

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Starting the Stream Chapter 4

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Wade

The ride to the hospital was a blur. Wade never let go of Peter’s hand, and Yellow didn’t say a word the entire drive. When he stopped to think about it, Yellow had been silent ever since he had gotten home and found Peter. When they got there, the doctors had to tell him that they were going to have to take Peter to evaluate him and figure out what was going on, and they couldn’t do that with him there. He went into the waiting room and sent a quick message to the RedCraft group chat that he was going to be offline for a while.

He waited there for what felt like an eternity until a doctor came out and told him that Peter had something called acute iron-deficiency anemia, probably as a result of him not eating very much over an extended period of time. He asked if he could see Peter, and the doctor showed him to the room that Peter was in.

Wade’s heart nearly broke in two when he saw Peter lying in the bed, looking so frail and sick that Wade felt like he was going to cry. This couldn’t be the same man that, only a few hours earlier, was all bubbly and happy over getting a record deal. He rushed over to the side of the bed and grabbed Peter’s hand which felt way too cold. He sat in the chair next to the bed and turned to the doctor.

“How long before-” Wade said, voice breaking. “How long before he wakes up?”

“He should wake up soon,” the doctor said gently, and Wade let out a sigh of relief.

Peter was going to be okay.

After 17 hours of sitting at Peter’s bedside, never letting go of Peter’s hand, he felt a soft movement under his hand, and he looked up to see Peter reaching the hand not under Wade’s to rub at his eyes. When his eyes fell on the IV in his arm, his eyes widened, his head turning to face Wade.

“Peter, what happened?” Wade asked, so many emotions in his voice that Peter flinched slightly hearing them.

“What do you mean? Wade, where am I?” Peter asked worriedly. His eyes were darting all around the room, taking in his surroundings with dawning horror.

“You’re in the hospital. I found you lying on the bed, and you looked like you were dying. Hell, if I hadn’t gotten there when I did, you might have actually-” Wade started, voice breaking as he tried and failed to say it.

“What? No, that can’t be-” Peter started, but Wade cut him off angrily.

“Can’t be true? Yeah, well, guess what. It is,” Wade said, voice filled with a red-hot anger aimed more at himself than at Peter. After all, if he had been paying attention to his best friend instead of some strangers on the internet, then maybe none of this would’ve happened “The doctor said it seemed like you hadn’t eaten pretty much anything in a while. Pete, what’s going on? If it’s-”

“I’m fine, Wade. I promise. I probably spent too much time focused on my song and my job or something,” Peter reassured him, and Wade let out a choked little laugh that made Peter’s face fall.

“Pete, you need to quit that job. You almost died,” Wade said softly.

“I didn’t, though. Wade, I’m fine,” Peter said

“Yeah, well, you almost weren’t. And I-” Wade said sharply before sighing and lowering his voice to barely above a whisper, “I don’t think I could’ve forgiven myself if you weren’t.”

“Oh,” Peter said dumbly, and Wade let out a broken sigh.

“I just-” he started frustratedly, the exhaustion and sleep deprivation from the past 24 hours catching up with him all at once, before stopping. He shook his head, too exhausted in every way possible to be able to deal with that right then, and let out a wry laugh. “You know what, Pete? I’m too tired for this right now, so I’m just gonna go home and let us both get some rest. See you tomorrow.”

With that, Wade shakily stood up and walked to the door, hand pausing on the doorknob before he steeled himself, turned the knob, and left Peter’s room. He got into his car and started to drive home. The entire ride there, Yellow was yelling at him so loudly that it started to give him a headache, so when he got home, he checked with Ellie that she could stay at Alexis’ house for another night before breaking out a bottle of tequila and starting to drink straight from the bottle.

The next day was a blur. Yellow was silent for most of it, and when he did speak, it almost sounded like he was underwater. At that point, Wade’s own thoughts had started to sound like they were underwater too, but that was fine by him. Less thinking meant less worrying about Peter and less feeling like he should have noticed what was going on earlier, and that meant that Wade could actually get some peace and quiet.

He had finished half of the bottle before the door opened behind him and he heard a gasp of concern before he felt the bottle being pried from his hands and someone shouting his name, or at least what he thought was his name. Everything was too fuzzy for him to really hear what the other person was saying, but that was okay. He was okay.

Peter

“No, no, no, no, no. Wade? Wade, can you hear me? Come on, snap out of it!” Peter said frantically, shaking Wade.

“Peter! You look… look good. Warm. I like it. I like you,” Wade slurred happily, his eyes somewhat focusing on Peter before moving to the bottle of tequila Peter was holding. He grabbed lazily for the bottle, and Peter moved it out of his reach before walking hurriedly to the kitchen and putting the bottle away. He quickly filled a cup with water, moving back to Wade and handing him the cup.

“Drink this. We can talk after,” Peter was saying, and Wade moved his head away from the water before looking back at Peter and giggling in a way that was so different from the Wade that Peter knew that it was starting to scare him.

“Y’know, you’re really, really pretty,” Wade said brightly, face flushed and eyes filled with something that Peter couldn’t decipher but made him scared of what might come next. “I lo-”

“Drink,” Peter said, pushing the cup towards Wade and cutting off whatever the blonde was about to say.

Wade pouted before bringing the cup to his lips and drinking the water like he was dying of thirst. Once he finished, Peter brought him more, and when Wade had sobered up to the point that he was somewhat lucid, Peter had carefully explained what had happened, leaving out Wade’s drunken ramblings. A look of horror had spread across Wade’s face as he realized something.

“Oh my God, did Ellie-” Wade started, and Peter shook his head, having worried the same thing himself and called her to ask where she was.

“She’s still with Alexis. I didn’t tell her much, but she’s still worried. What happened?” Peter asked, voice filled with concern.

“You almost died,” Wade said, voice filled with that mix of self-hatred and sadness that made Peter’s heart break, “That’s what happened, Pete. You almost died, and Yellow was really loud, and, God, Pete, I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t notice sooner. I should’ve-”

“No, hey, look at me. I’m okay. I promise,” Peter said, and Wade looked up at him with a look so broken that it made Peter want to cry.

“No, you don’t understand. You almost died and I-” Wade said, voice breaking at the end. “I couldn’t do anything to stop it.”

Peter almost started to cry at that, and he pulled Wade into a gentle hug, not knowing what to say. Because, really, what could he say? He had gotten so wrapped up in his songwriting and streams with DP that he had all but forgotten about his real life and almost starved himself to death, not thinking about what that would do to the people that cared about him here.

“I’m so sorry, Wade,” Peter muttered into Wade’s shoulder. “I’m so, so sorry.”

#spideypool #spiderman #deadpool #wade wilson #peter parker #ao3 #fanfiction #tw alcohol abuse

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romanphoenix · 1 month

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[male, he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [ROMAN PHOENIX]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [NICHOLAS GALITZINE]. You must be the [TWENTY-EIGHT] year old [ACTOR]. Word is you’re [OUT-GOING] but can also be a bit [CUNNING] and your favorite song is [SELF SABATOGE BY WATERPARKS]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [CRYSTAL COVER]. I’m sure you’ll love it! [constantine, 25+, EST, they/them] ( @aurorabayaesthetic )

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— BASICS ☆

full name:; roman henry joel phoenix

nicknames:; rome, ro

gender:; cis male

pronouns:; he/him

sexual preference:; bisexual (leans more toward men)

birthdate & age:; nov. 25th, aged twenty-eight years

zodiac sign:; sagittarius (archer)

spouse / lover:; none currently

— APPEARANCES ☆

face & voice claim:; nicholas galitzine

height:; 6′1″

eyes:; hazel green

hair:; naturally blonde, sometimes dyes brown or black (currently dark brown)

body art:; a left ear piercing on his earlobe and occasionally an industrial bar, also in his left ear

other distinguishing features:; a mole on the right side of his face, above his lip and another on the right side of his chin

fashion sense:; classic, casual, comfy, sometimes proper and fancy and almost always wearing a ring on every finger

body type:; generally toned and healthy looking

— PERSONALITY ☆

traits:; tough, cunning, sassy, hard-working, confident, introverted, sarcastic, loyal, aggressive, self-destructive, out-going -- sweet, caring, funny, loveable

fears:; expressing his feelings and being rejects

hobbies:; writing, partying, music, photography, sometimes reading

skills:; singing, playing various instruments (guitar, piano), writing songs and poems, good in the bedroom

quirks:; bites lip when bored or nervous or plays with his jewellery when nervous

— FAMILY ☆

mother:; mrs. phoneix

father:; mr. phoenix

siblings:; an older sister named ashleigh

children:; none

pets:; none

— FAVOURITES ☆

ice cream flavour:; strawberry

food:; breakfast foods

time of the day / night:; nighttime

season:; autumn/fall

holiday:; halloween, new years

animal:; wolves and foxes

colour:; black, blue, red

scent:; lavender

musician/band:; david bowie, queen

— OTHER ☆

education:; he's done a few years of uni for digital arts but did nothing with it

bad habits:; drinking, smoking, weed and vapes from time to time

a cherished item:; the eye rings he wears on his left index finger and right ring fingers that he messes with someones in those moments he's anxious

relationship role:; tries to dominate but will easily submit, he loves being dominated. he will dominate in some cases however

random fun fact:; he hates wearing underwear

— BIOGRAPHY ☆

—- B R E I F B A C K G R O U N D —-

trigger warnings ; mentions of drug abuse and alcohol abuse.

roman henry joel phoenix was born to two loving parents along with an older sister named ashleigh in london, england. growing up started fine, and roman got pretty close with his sister and really appreciated his parents up until his teen years in which then everything changed. as a teenager, roman learned his parents wanted him to take over the family business and refused to let him out of it. the young boy, however, wasn't at all interested, all he wanted to do originally was make music. he wanted to be a musician as he always loved writing poems and short stories and managed to make what he thought was beautiful music out of it.

as soon as he turned sixteen, roman started to rebel against his parents, spending two years being nothing but trouble. during this time he got a few tattoos across his arms and one on his chest, both his ears pierced (earlobes and industrial bars), his tongue pierced, started wearing all his rings and really experimented with his sexuality and just live his best life. he first got a girlfriend at fifteen but they broke up shortly after he turned sixteen and started to change (due to his rebelling against his parents and trying to find himself more). roman also fell into the wrong crowd of people and got into drugs and alcohol and not being the most careful at a party at eighteen for graduation, roman found himself in the hospital.

after this time he cut out a lot of his bad habits (still drinking from time to time and deals with smoking on and off) and removing all the piercings in his right ear and tongue as well as removing all his tattoos. this had roman push to get into music and managing to release a single and left his parents home, getting his own apartment. during his time cleaning up he met a guy he'd date for a couple years before they parted ways due to wanting different things. this is when roman realized, he wasn't ready to settle down. he ended up getting a record deal and moved out to los angeles, california in the hopes to make an album but things didn't work out and he fell into a bit of a depression feeling he wasn't as good as he once thought at music.

roman did met a guy during his tries at music, who also heard his single and offered him a chance at acting. so he left his music dreams behind to put his all into acting and doing pretty well for himself with a couple good films and a show under his belt already. finally he started to really feel proud of himself. despite all of this, he still holds out the dream of being a successful musician as well. music always have a place in his heart and in his free time, he's always working on new music whenever he can, while also still enjoying and giving his all to acting and treating each role as his own and finding parts of himself in each character he brings to life.

—- C U R R E N T L Y —-

roman still struggles with sleeping around and flirting, despite really wanting to find someone to settle down with and consider maybe a family one day. he's just scared he's unloveable and work makes him harder to commit to. he's also since moved out to aurora bay, california living his best life in the crystal cove area for the past couple years (upon march 2024). his got zero contact or desire to connect his family or much of his life back home, except him two exes who became close friends after and support his career and hope he one day finds love and lets himself love and be loved. he also still does music as more a hobby, not sure about releasing much more yet as he's unsure he can handle being dropped again thinking he wasn't good enough when the deal fell through.

[ will try to update as time goes on ]

#aurorabay.intro #about ; meet roman phoenix #tw drug abuse #tw alcohol abuse

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