❝ WASSUP FAM, IT'S YA BOI: DEE-JAY FOREHEAD ! ❞ [ in which charlie defines the stuff he draws as "his slightly average doodles". ]

❝ FRANK IS BEING POSSESED BY THE SPIRIT OF MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE AGAIN ! ❞ ( in which charlie has found questionable images through internet surfing. ) holy spirit

Ryan was standing in the bathtub...

^^^^^

request a persons or song or something and do the rule things and BOOM you might get an Aesthetic thingy

Used to be oneshots, I deleted them but left this one chapter. I don't use Wattpad anymore so

Request a ship and I'll rate it,tell you if I ship it and what I think of it

Suburbia was a place of peace. It was where all the ones who survived lived, and most who survived were affected. You were very lucky to be alive if you weren't affected. Before Suburbia existed, before the Badlands existed, everything was completely normal. They lived like how you live now. But one day that changed. There were no signs of what happened when the explosion hit. there were no threats to their original country or anything of the sort when it happened. Nobody really knew what happened except for the government of Suburbia, and the ones who caused it. The Pigs. The Pigs were terrible people who killed for fun, hoping to dominate the world. Most of them wore dark clothing. Something along the lines of a jeans and a vest or jacket. They didn't acquire powers like the affected had so they carried around guns to protect themselves, or rather attack the helpless. They wanted everything under their power. Or, his power. His meaning the ruthless of the Pigs. He went by the name of Patient.

Dramatic short fanfic about the life of a gay sad balloon. Dedicated to @Ryansfullofmilkagain