#Tw; drugs

[maiuoart]

"Breathe Me In"

Just a personal piece that always has popped up with Mutt

That smoke isn't man-made; It's magical.

Each color has it's theory, each smoke has it's own remedy for a Soul. Some can be toxic, like man-made; But some can be good for ones Soul. A lot of my personal HC's have it as a remedy for any of the Papyrus of any AU that smokes.

But, ✨magical smokes✨

#Maiuo #MaiuoART #Swapfell Red #Swapfell #Swapfell Red Papyrus #SFR!Papyrus #Swapfell Papyrus #Swapfell Red MuttxOC #TW; Drugs #TW; Smoking #I'm not going to twigger warn for many other stuff. #If it's not your tea; Walk away. #Otherwise; Thanks for enjoying ♥

[ecorca]

Highschool AU CATG. :)

Some bonus Tweek and Craig under the cut!

#craig tucker #tweek tweak #jimmy valmer #tolkien black #clyde donovan #craig and those guys #catg #south park #south park fanart #south park craig #south park tweek #south park jimmy #south park clyde #south park tolkien #sp fanart #my art #tw; drugs

[ajokeformur-ray]

Not sure what my aunt's cat wants after fulfilling all other needs so I just sprayed a designated area with catnip spray... I'll let him get high. At least one of us can afford to.🤣

#tw; drugs #tw; drug mention

[ememmerson]

⭐ Go stargazing with your muse (Em/Theo, please!)

Em was delighted to find a fellow adventurer in Theo. While Feyre made for excellent company for shorter excursions, he couldnt imagine how ling it would take them to hike the Appalachian Trail at her pace. In his opinion- Not every bug , plant, and critter needed to be catalogued. Though Feyres opinion differed greatly . Because science or whatever. That was fine when you didn't have miles upon miles of hiking ahead of you. As it Turned out Avens brother was the type to document too and managed to encourage Feyre to wait for them with Aven at the cabin that would mark the end of their hike by promising to take photos. Em was certain there was no changing Feyres mind once it was made up but it seemed that Theo was the trick to getting Feyre to agree to just about anything. Emmett chuckled to himself as he worked to set up the tree slung hammock that would be his bed for the night only to have his focus drawn away by Theos call of "Have a look at that." Em had come to learn that Theo wasn't a man of many words so an actual exclamation from the brunette was more than enough to draw Ems attention from the final tie he looped against the tree he stood behind. Emmetts Eyes shifted to Theo and then up into the direction he was pointing. He couldnt help but laugh out loud with pure surprise as he watched the rain of stars streak over the already star flecked wonder that was the unfiltered night sky that only places far from city lights and plumbing had to offer. While Em knew Aven would not have been enthusiastic about the walk and not to mention the moments of climbing-- He would have loved to share this with her. "You should radio the girls- I'm sure they can see this from the cabin." He smiled tenderly at the storm of light flashing across the sky as he fished a blunt from his pocket. "You want to really take a look at the stars?"

#Em x Theo #On the trail we BLAZE #! #tw; drugs

[ladyimaginarium]

its my& two cousins' funerals today but idk when exactly it is bc their brother is a fucking idiot who can't make up his fucking mind. anyway i&. sometimes i& think about how my& family is just. so cursed. substance abuse runs so heavily in the family tree & its even more prominent bc we're native. & its sad. its really fucking sad. one of them died to chronic illness that i& cant bring myself& to name for some reason & i& was one of the last ones to see him before he died. the other died due to substance abuse complications. he just. let himself go in the hospital after an overdose in the snow. but they both loved me& deeply. they did things for me& that they never did for other people. the former lost his little brother as a child in an accident when they were sliding in the middle of the road - the same road in my& driveway - in winter when a car hit them & ever since he was blamed for it & teased for it by the other children at school & i& think that fucked him up for the rest of his life even if he stopped drinking afterward in the last few years of his life. the latter lost his beloved wife & never recovered. grief is so tangible in the family tree & i& fear it's latched itself onto me& although ive& never taken substances & don't plan to except for the occasional w33d. so many of my& family members died due to substance abuse issues, even ones i& never knew. two other cousins, twins, lost their lives one after the other due to substance abuse. another cousin committed suicide in his own family's house years before i& was born - & a house i& visited years afterward - because he couldn't handle his grief.

this is indigenous intergenerational trauma.

#arcana.vents #tw; antinative racism #tw; substance abuse #tw; chronic illness #tw; drugs #tw; suicide mention

[autobot2001]

Painful Death

@themerrywhumpofmay: box @mediwhumpmay: first night in hospital Tw; drugs, murder, death (Snippet from Hidden Killer)

A man walks down a row of storage units, looking for number forty.   There's little in the storage unit, but the man is looking for a particular box. "I knew It was wise to copy the files," he whispers once he finds the box, "hopefully there's something in here that'll help the police. "Too bad they'll never find the box," a voice taunts. The man recognizes the voice and panics, clutching the box close to him. "You should have been given the death penalty!" He yells. "I believe you have evidence that you've committed a federal crime in that box." The man can run out of the storage unit and down the street. Hoping to reach the buddy street before the man chasing him does anything.

The man makes it to the busy street, running on the side. He doesn't make it far before being tackled to the ground. Resulting in losing his grip on the box. The box lands on the ground, the lock remaining intact.   "I could kill you no problem," the man taunts, "but I'm returning the beating you did to me." The man is used as a punching bag. Not for long until several cars park on the side of the road to stop the attack. The attacker gets one last good punch to the head, knocking the man out.

The man wakes up, slowly realizing he's in a hospital room. A nurse walks in, pleased the patient they came to check on is awake. They leave to get a doctor.

"You've been unconscious for three hours. Aside from a serious concussion, you're fine, but I want to keep you here at least overnight. Do you remember who you are?" "My name is Charles Curtis. I was targeted because of — the box! Where's the box!" "Police custody. Why must you have the box?" An officer walks into the room, carrying the familiar box. "Care to explain why this box contains medical records?" The officer asks. "Intuition. I worked at the asylum that burned down two years ago. Not during my shift, but Austin hoped I'd be there. I copied his files, hoping they could help the police get him. I should have brought the box to the police when he started attacking..." Charles stops talking, realizing what he thought was a great idea two years ago now has him in serious trouble. "That's enough," the doctor demands, "he looks fine but has a serious concussion." The officer leaves.

"An expensive kill," the drug dealer comments, "we could have worked out a deal." "No, this is going to be worth the price," Austin smiles. "Fine, it's your five hundred and fifty-eight dollars." "Actually, this will look like my victim made the purchase."

Charles tries to rest, but his mind worries about Austin's next move. Knowing Austin will not give up until he's dead. "Death or life in prison," Charles sighs. "I can decide for you." Charles panics but has no time to react before Austin pins him down with one hand and puts a piece of tape over his mouth. Two others cuff his hands to the rails of the bed. "Be ready to remove all evidence and run," Austin tells them as he prepares the syringe. Enjoying Charles' muffled screaming, "a nice cocaine injection. Three, two, one, move!" Austin cuts the line for the nurse call button before the three leave. Austin would love to watch Charles die, but leaving a camera behind would risk being caught. Charles knows he has no time to get out into the hallway for help. Tears roll down his face.

Within minutes Charles feels the effects of the drug. Before he can't move, just me, Charles writes a vital note. Struggling with chest pain and feeling like his heart is exploding. Knowing even if nurses hear his scream, there's nothing they can do. Yo Charles' luck, his scream is heard. Several doctors and nurses rush into the room. By now, Charles struggles to breathe. The medical staff work as fast as possible, fearing only a blood test or scab will tell them what's happening, but their patient only has a little time. A nurse rushes to get a crash cart.

When the nurse returns to the room, Charles is having a seizure. The doctor by the bed thought Charles was only unconscious once the seizure ended. "No pulse; we have a code blue."

"Ten minutes with no change," the doctor sighs, "time of death, ten-thirty p.m." "Something is not right about this," one nurse comments. "An autopsy will tell us." "Sir," another nurse calls out, holding a piece of paper. "This adds to the mystery. The note reads Donald Garza is in danger. Protect him. Even has where this guy lives written." "This is going to sound crazy, but this suggests someone came in here. The only way Charles' condition could determine that he's now dead is by injecting something into his IV. Call security and the police."

Austin exits the hospital and walks down the alleyway. Police cars speed by. "He's dead, perfect. You're next, Donald."

#mediwhumpmay #mediwhumpmay2023 #mediwhumpmayday7 #first night in the hospital #themerrywhumpofmay #TW; drugs #TW; murder #TW: death #revenge #story snippets

[reaperjoshua]

He put this in a GroupChat

#twewy #yoshiya kiryu #neku sakuraba #twewy joshua #twewy neku #the world ends with you #kiryu yoshiya #sakuraba neku #nekujosh #joshneku #I guess? #tw; drugs #tw drugs #neo twewy #ibispaint x #ibispaint #my art #silvalart #owlyart

[ofcxnsequence]

Head empty just thoughts about book Ray and show Ray and the common thread that the entire community was hellbent on his fall.

Thinking about how both his parents are in jail for drugs and solicitation and how his brother is being actively framed for Dayna's show only hit and run . ( though the dialogue about his other hit and run is, uh, confusing. Because the show never states that he hit the other dead girl, just that he found her on the side of the road and then drove away from the dead body. The show immediately contradicts this once we get back to the cops saying that he was in jail for that hit and run, but both Luke and Ray's dialogue in several episodes state he was in jail for dealing. so. *le shoulder shrug*.)

The other thing that gets me since Book Ray is just...kind of there. he's a big dumb dog and is easily coaxed by Book Dodge into some very severe harassment and borderline murder. so we're just going to shove the one dimensional bully out of the window. if we don't write characters with the complexity they deserve, especially when you mention more harmful aspects of homelife ...just no. I'd rather book ray be mean because he's a stereotypical high school bully. I don't need to know anything else about him if that's the author's goal.

Also all his friends are the community's outcasts. we establish very quickly that this is a very religious community, especially since Jesus crucifixion ( not just the depiction of the cross) is literally everywhere. His established friends are the trans person, the lesbian, and the drug dealer. All of which the show handles with an air that you aren't supposed to root for them. they actually get tossed out of the show fairly quickly. Background watching them is literally my favorite thing about this trashfire, especially in the first challenge where Ray is yelling fatphobic insults at another player and you see our trans person tell him to stop. you can see Ray tell them sorry in response, but never apologizes to the person he was screaming at.

it's a little thing, but Ray does take care of his inner circle. and the fact that Luke is also welcoming to Ray's friends says a lot too.

#tw; drugs #tw; incarceration #tw; domestic violence #tw; homophobia

[quiet-kunoichi]

[ Hazardous | @suck-my-tomato | tw; drugs, alcohol, sexual content ]

After an afternoon of wallowing in self-constructed misery, sifting through a shoebox of their old memories and scrolling through text messages, pictures and videos of a happier version of her past.. Kimiko wiped her tears and said ‘Fuck it.’ If Sasuke was insistent on fucking around with other girls and celebrating his single life mingling with horny strangers at stupid house parties.. Maybe she ought to let loose a little, too. So she had wiped her tears, touched up her makeup with a fierce black wing on her eye, and dressed down into something far more revealing than she was usually comfortable with. 

This time, she’d be sure to find a party that he wouldn’t be attending. It took a little longer to get there, and a little sleuthing over social media accounts of the seniors from last year, but Kimiko found herself at a true college party. Somewhere that no one would recognize her; she could be whoever the hell she wanted to be. And tonight, she wanted to be fun, reckless, and dedicated to seeking out some true pleasure. 

It was only an hour in, and Kimiko was having an absolute fucking blast. Each song that pumped through the speakers was better than the last, the drinks started mixing together not long ago and she was starting to forget about him. In fact, she was actually dancing - which is typically unheard of, but her blood is buzzing and her skin feels hot and tingly. She’s bubbly, giggly and feeling a tad flirtatious. She’s entertained the attentions of a select few different men, though admittedly their faces were beginning to blend together. Whatever. She doesn’t have much to lose, and to start feeling concerned now would only mean missing out on all of the fun they’d been promising. They brought her the drinks, offered her hits of home-rolled spliffs, and didn’t seem to mind sharing her with one another. What did she have to worry about? Little did she know that a couple of these men were stragglers of the Akatsuki crew. Ones she’d never met, and probably for good reason. Hidan in particular had recognized her the moment she walked through the door. Without the Uchiha holding her down, Kimiko seemed a lot more fun to play with - and he’d been scheming to take matters into his own hands, considering she clearly didn’t realize who he was or how he knew her. As it was, she was dancing with him right now. Large hands slid over the curve of her figure, slender fingers dipping into the front of her hips and pulling her backside against the stiff front of his pants. He felt incredibly different than Sasuke by his very nature: there was something about him that felt acutely dangerous. Unfortunately for Kimiko, that only served to pique her interest even more. Lips tickle the shell of her ear and she flinches with a giggle before listening to the hum of his words. “Want some water?” As soon as he mentioned it, she realized that her mouth was in fact very dry, her tongue a swab of cotton and stuck to the roof of her mouth. She nods, and he slips his grasp around her wrist to lead her out of the crowd and towards the kitchen. Ears ringing now with the absence of music as it faded to the background, Kimiko pulls her fingers through her hair and catches her breath. Hidan has his back to her, pouring a glass of water for his Little Red. Kimiko thinks to rummage in her shirt for her phone, but he turns back around fast enough that she forgets about it. Unbeknownst to her, the phone opened up Taka’s contact from her previous trip down heart-break lane, and began to dial up her old flame. “Here babe, drink up.” Hidan offers the glass and as she takes her first gulp, he presses up against her front, pushing her back against the countertop. She hardly has time to set down the glass before his fingers start to tease up the front of her mesh shirt, lips ghosting over her throat. “That tickles,” Kimiko giggles, writhing under his looming stature. “Does it now? What else will tickle you?” He purrs, and Kimiko slurs a playful warning, “Don’t even try it. I feel funny.” He chuckles, “Aw, and I thought you were fun.” Lips start to kiss at her neck, and Kimiko shudders. “I am fun.” She huffs, petulant and dizzy as she tries to blink away the swimming kitchen light.  “Are you ready to really get this party started, then?” He hums, the sounds of his kisses trailing toward her collarbone. She only replies with a little sigh, and he pulls back with a wry grin, pulling a little baggie from his back pocket. Inside were small little pills, and Kimiko had to squint to make them out. “What’s that?” She asks, but he cups her face and runs a thumb over her lower lip, tilting her chin toward the ceiling. “It’s a little pill that’s gonna make you feel like you’re on cloud nine, babe. Be a good girl, open your mouth. Unless you wanted to call the party off so soon, ne?”

#suckmytomato #kimi entering her reckless phase #hope sass is ready aaaaaa #tw; drugs

[angelbeamz]

What do you MEAN he shoots up heroin?!

@/anonymous

"It means what it says on the box. What? Interested?"

#IN CHARACTER'S YOUR ANSWER!! #anyway please don't do drugs especially heroin okay? #I know ya'll are smart enough not to just felt like I needed to remind ya'll #ic #ask #answer #anonymous #tw; drugs

[retrocognizantrecreant]

This is the Quinlan vibe for tonight.

Champagne

Cocaine

Gasoline

And most things in between

#tw; drugs #tw; alcohol #tw; bad life choices #soundtrack of the shadows;; music #Spotify

[streetlegal1978]

every stoner I know will tell me they have to hit their wax pen immediately after they wake up in the morning but will say it’s not habit forming…ok

#I can speak on this btw this used to be me #tw; drugs #my posts

[fallenxstarsxandxbrokenxpromises]

@wingsandahalo for Anakin

Green orbs scanned the area she was meant to meet Anakin - a small clearing with a picnic table, and completely surrounded by trees and...bugs. God did she hate bugs. But she required a refill on her stash, and Anakin was the only person she trusted not to screw her over. 

Taking a seat on top of the table, she stretched her legs out - crossing her boot clad feet at the ankles, and leaning back on her hands. Her red manicured nails tapped on the wooden surface. “Where are you, Ani?” The question wasn’t asked too loudly, nor too quietly - and she didn’t expect much of an answer. After all, the only things around her were trees, and bugs.

#tw; marijuana #tw; drugs #interactions | [ the way we work together is just incredible ] #interactions; astrix && anakin

[blustering-old-fool]

"We can't even eat steaks so this is concerning... I'm still curious why Megatron learned to make meth— and why...whirl has sauce"

#tw; drugs #....dash #the hell #*tosses out meds*

[streetwisetemptress]

𝐶 𝐻 𝐴 𝑅 𝐴 𝐶 𝑇 𝐸 𝑅 𝑆 𝑇 𝑈 𝐷 𝑌 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑇𝑆 & 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐶𝑆

BOLD all that applies to your muse.

• EYES: blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | heterochromatic | other

• HAIR: blonde | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey / white | multi-color | other

• BODY TYPE: skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular | pudgy | overweight

• SKIN: pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored | other

• GENDER: male | female | trans | cis | agender | nonbinary | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels

• SEXUALITY: heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | doesn’t like labels

• ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels | polyamorous

• SPECIES: human | undead | shapeshifter | demon | angel | witch | ghost | incubus / succubus | werewolf | alien | mutant | android | elf | unknown | demigod/half-human | other

• EDUCATION: high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | other

• I’VE BEEN: in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot | burnt

• POSITIVE TRAITS: affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm

• NEGATIVE TRAITS: aggressive | bossy | cynical | stubborn | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | territorial | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative | overly protective

• LIVING SITUATION: lives at sea | lives with parents / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children

• PARENTS/GUARDIAN: mother | father | grandmother | grandfather

• SIBLING(S): sister | brother | none

• RELATIONSHIP: single | crushing | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated

• I HAVE A(N): learning disorder: dyslexia | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder: generalized anxiety disorder (gad) | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability | non-applicable

• THINGS I’VE DONE BEFORE: had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fistfight | gone to hospital | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill me

Tagged by: @ocxanbound 💜

Tagging: @halfformedsculptures @fallowfinality @hellsmayflower @waitlifted and anyone else who wants to do it

#come see me dance hey what can it hurt (dash games) #tw; torture #tw; abuse #tw; self-harming #tw; drugs

[idcnticxl]

@mcsaiccfmuses​ sent: 

     “ you said you needed a distraction. “                                                                       “ so… where is it? “      “ you’re looking right at it. 

Nova stared at Eddie blankly for a moment. He was the distraction. “Yeah...” she said with a sigh. “No offense but... I was thinking more like... beer? Or we could get high?” 

#v; Welcome To Hawkins #mcsaiccfmuses #tw; drugs #drug mention