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2-rustywings-2 · 6 months

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He does not have the energy of a person with good coping habits

I’ve been doodling a lot with rake brushes and I think it has a pretty neat effect

#pannacotta fugo #vento aureo #golden wind #jjba #jjba fanart #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos bizzare adventure fanart #don't smoke kids it's bad for you

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aramora · 2 years

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I miss smoking so much. Rn i would give both of my tits for just ONE cigarette.

#well don't even like my girls that much #but plssssssss i need a smoke #don't smoke kids it's bad for you #but its neutral for me

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deerabigailhobbs · 6 months

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A headcanon I'm still on the fence about:

Abigail smokes. Not excessively, but the stress in her life is too much and she needs something to calm her nerves, and smoking does that. She'll have at most one or two a day, and it's a habit she can't seem to break

#abigail hobbs #hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal nbc #wouldn't be caught dead with a vape tho #don't smoke kids its bad for you

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sealrock · 2 months

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SCOLDED.

ask meme

cw: depiction of corporal punishment

(ty for the ask @abalathia!)

The unnatural humidity clung to his hair as he sat by the riverbed. His clothes unpleasantly stuck against his skin, meaning he would have to take a long bath afterward. The now lonely moon peeked through the canopy every now and then, its white glow illuminating an old pipe held between shaky hands. The trees were silent. He scratched at the still-healing tattoo near his cheek. The evening song of cicadas, crickets, and toads grew louder as the minutes passed. Thirsty mosquitos bit into Achille's bare arms and exposed lower legs with vigor, leaving behind swelling welts as he contemplated in solitude.

No one's around to see me, it's ok.

Everyone else's doing it.

Nel and Nilo'ya keep making fun of me. They call me a bloody altar boy. They piss me off sometimes.

If this was so bad, why do adults smoke it? Seems to be pretty good, I'd imagine.

A warm summer night such as this, especially deep within the southern parts of the Shroud, should be spent listening to bard tales around campfires with friends and family—on any other day and not in the aftermath of an apocalypse, not hidden away in the thicket of the forest alone... Alone. That's how Achille spends most of his nights recently. His foster father, Chiron, began working evening shifts at the mines after they moved to Boughbury roughly a few moons ago to escape the permanent winter that fell upon the lands when Dalamud fell. But Boughbury was not home—home was up north, in the crisp, open space of Coerthas. Besides his two only friends, Achille hated Boughbury—and the feeling's mutual with the older locals.

Chiron wasn't due home until late into the night. Achille was independent enough to make his meals and look after the cottage, and Chiron trusted him not to make a mess of things now that he was older. Achille had his chores to keep him busy—clean Talona's pen, feed Talona, scrub the floors, wash and fold the laundry, and inventory the food stores. But menial tasks led to boredom, which quickly led to mischief, and Achille found himself leaving the relative safety of his home to partake in youthful disobedience—such as drinking, stealing, and smoking.

Achille considered robbery immoral, and drinking dulled the senses. He tried a mug of ale once, it was disgusting. His peers, those he tried to integrate with, would hurl all kinds of names at him for his perceived self-righteousness, and Achille would respond with harsher insults and physical violence. But Chiron raised Achille with concrete morals and beliefs, like a true monk he once was. Chiron refused to indulge in these activities; to indulge in the base excesses of man would be to sever the connection to the Destroyer. He raised Achille to follow the same beliefs: he must never drink, smoke, or use violence for the sake of violence. Chiron had broken the creeds in the past, and he toiled every day to make up for it.

Unfortunately, this would make Achille the target of social pressure; as the new kid on the proverbial block, Achille was an outsider looking in. Nel and Nilo'ya, fellow outcasts in the tumult hierarchy of adolescents, saw Achille as a kindred soul. They, too, followed the rules set by their elders... When they were being watched, of course. Nilo'ya, a rambunctious Keeper boy with a blinding smile, gave Achille the initiative after snatching his grandpa's smoking pipe and tobacco for Achille to try out.

While Nilo'ya tends to snort the stuff as dried snuff, he considered this to be "too easy" and that "the reward must equal the risk." Achille was reluctant at first, but after watching Nilo'ya make smoke rings as effortlessly as he skipped stones across the water, Achille was quick to change his mind. Alongside Nel, a lively Duskwight girl as tall as Chiron, they taught Achille the know-how of pipe smoking. His heart hammered in his chest with excitement, but Achille's stomach rolled with anxiety. He drew in a few deep breaths to steady his hands; Nilo'ya would cry if he were to drop his grandpa's pipe into the water and lose it. From his front pocket came out a tiny pouch of fresh tobacco; it reminded Achille of mulch.

As instructed, Achille carefully packed the bowl with at least three pinches and packed it down with his thumb. He tested the draw once, twice—it was just right. All that was left to do was light it. He took a glance behind his shoulders on the off chance there was someone nearby who could spot him. He had walked a suitable distance away from the village, and no one besides his friends knew about this particular spot in the woods. It's now or never.

He clutched the mouthpiece between his teeth as he struck the match, watching the flame sway in the light breeze of the night. His hand was still trembling as he watched the flame dance across the top layer of tobacco. He could hear Nel in his ear telling him not to inhale the smoke as soon as it hit his tongue, just let the vapors roll around in his mouth before he released. Nilo'ya said to draw in small puffs to keep the embers lit, or else he would have to relight. Achille blew out the smoke slowly. It disappeared into the night air.

Achille took another draw, and before he knew it, he was smoking as if he'd done so for years. The flavor was something to get used to, however. It had a bitter taste as it sat on his tongue, and it almost put Achille in the mind of Gysahl greens. How did Achille know what Gysahl greens tasted like? He ate some on a dare once; he had to clean up the vomit before Chiron came home.

Thankfully, Achille didn't get hit with a sudden wave of nausea. The tobacco, or at least the thrill of smoking, calmed his nerves and settled his stomach. Achille couldn't find any reason not to smoke now that he was doing it, displeasing taste aside. But, like all things, Achille would get too bold and disregard consequences. Thinking himself a master, he drew in a deeper puff he wasn't ready for. The smoke reached past his mouth, slithered deep into his chest, and burned his insides. Achille dropped the pipe as a coughing fit overcame him, his eyes stinging with tears the more he hacked and wheezed up the smoke, his throat crackling from the dryness. Desperate for relief, Achille took a few gulps of river water, careful not to let the pipe roll away from where it fell into his lap.

"Who goes there?"

Achille nearly jumped out of his skin at the voice—he knew that voice. He tried to speak, but his throat was still raw. A flurry of coughs spilled from his lips instead, thus making the voice come closer to his location. In his blurred vision, Achille could make out a large and dark figure in the low light, and it carried a small ball of light that swung from left to right with every footstep. Achille rubbed at his eyes to see Chiron standing before him, confused and shocked to find him sitting here in the dark. Soot and dirt dusted Chiron's clothes, and the lamp he carried cast a deep shadow across his face, revealing a drained appearance.

"Achille? Seven hells, what in the world are you doing out here this late at night?"

Achille couldn't answer. His foster father must've got off early, of all the nights. He could feel his face burn from embarrassment, his ears drooping from being found out. Achille tried to hide the pipe from sight, but he couldn't conceal the lingering stench of tobacco.

Chiron sniffed at the air. He narrowed his eyes, "What are you clutching?"

Achille hummed in ignorance. Chiron set his jaw.

"Show me. Now."

Chiron's tone of voice was something not to argue back to. Achille had only heard it a few times in his life, and he could count on one hand how many instances Chiron was this cross with him. Unable to talk his way out of this situation, Achille shamefully gave the pipe over to the now greatly disappointed man before him. Chiron's shoulders sagged as he inhaled a steady breath, his nostrils flaring and eyebrows pinched. Achille awkwardly rubbed at his neck, his mind flailing to find an excuse, an apology perhaps. But no amount of pious posturing would make up for this latest act of rebellion.

"Achille," Chiron started, voice low, "I raised you better than this. I've tolerated your behavior because I can understand what it's like; becoming a man in this world, especially the world we have now, is not easy. A boy's coming-of-age is full of many trials. But this crosses a line that I cannot accept. You have disrespected me, my rules, and my teachings. We monks must keep our bodies and minds unclouded, and we must be diligent in our pursuit to become one with the Destroyer. You have used our techniques for petty squabbles and disregarded our truths as fiction. It's dishonorable."

"But Baba, it wasn't me, it was-"

"Not," Chiron's eyes grew dark with rage, making Achille shrink back, "another word. You will go home, and you will wash off this taint... And you will prepare the salt."

Achille's eyes grew wide in fear. He shook his head in a panic as he began to plead and beg, but Chiron grabbed him by the scruff of his collar and ordered him to walk. Achille only experienced this punishment once when he was younger; he acted particularly ornery one day and said something he shouldn't have. Punishment was swift—kneel in a line of salt until his kneecaps bled. The monks in Ala Mhigo used this against new initiates to fortify their resolve, a type of thick salt that could cut through flesh. But Achille broke down after ten minutes in tears and wails. It was an experience he wouldn't forget for as long as he lived.

The second time around was worse. Achille had done what Chiron requested: he washed away the stench and prepared the salt. The whole while, he willed himself not to cry. His fifteenth nameday was approaching, and men did not cry. Chiron sat at the kitchen table, his face stoic and hands clasped on top of the wood surface. Dressed in his smallclothes, Achille stared down at the salt before he lowered himself on top. The pressure from his weight allowed the sharp salt to pierce the skin almost immediately.

Achille bit down on his tongue to keep from crying out. His back stayed rod straight, and his hands were clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. His face started to turn scarlet from the pain, but he kept his eyes on Chiron with an unwavering stare.

"I hate to make you do this," Chiron had a tinge of guilt in his voice now, "but you know the rules, my son. You must endure it, embrace the pain."

My son. Spoken with the unconditional love of a parent. They weren't related by blood, but Chiron never saw Achille as anything else.

Achille wanted to cry. The more the crystallized salt dug into his bleeding wounds, the more Achille's resolve shrank. He felt himself double over, his nail-bruised palms flying out to keep him from falling facefirst into the hardwood. The fringe of his red hair kept his watery eyes hidden, but the tremble of his shoulders gave him away. The sob that threatened to spill from his lips caught in his throat; it was getting harder to keep his composure.

The dam finally broke when Achille adjusted his legs to keep the numbness away—the overwhelming pain was too much. His forehead met the planks of the floor as he wailed, tears and snot and drool staining the wood. Achille lost track of how long he stayed on the floor, but he wanted it to end. He screamed himself raw:

"Make it stop, Baba! Make it stop! Please!"

Before he knew it, Chiron lifted Achille into a tight hug, the air of the room cutting into his bleeding wounds. He openly sobbed into Chiron's shoulder much like he used to do as a child—he still was a child. Chiron shushed his sobs as he walked to the bathroom to clean and treat the wounds.

"You're alright... You're alright, my son. It's over, it's all over."

Achille continued to cry, breathless and wracked with exhaustion. He felt Chiron's hand card through his hair, making Achille curl into his chest in shame. Chiron held him close; he said nothing for a long while until he whispered:

"You may think me cruel and even hate me for this now. This seems fun for your friends, and you think I'm being too hard on you. But please understand, my son, I made a promise to someone when I found you: I promised to keep you safe. Don't give in to the temptations of man, for you will be lost. I wouldn't be able to live with myself watching you go down the path of wickedness. You will overcome this, I have no doubt."

Achille had calmed to sniffles as he listened, his eyes swollen and face splotchy. His head throbbed. He let the words of his foster father—nay, his father, sink in. He didn't have the energy to talk.

"Everything will come together in the end. I'll be right here with you. I love you, son."

Achille felt his heart stutter. He swallowed back tears and buried his face into the fabric of Chiron's work shirt. His words were muffled and small, but the message was clear.

"... I love you, too, Baba."

#inbox #abalathia #a glimpse into achille's teenaged years with this one and his relationship with his dad. it wasn't the best during this period #but they got better over time. achille was dealing with stuff as most teenagers would #like i mentioned once before: achille got into a lot of trouble before he eventually ran off to ul'dah (probably when he was 18/19)#he was straying from the path so chiron had to set the record straight more than once. but this is the only time he truly got angry #so it may be extreme to some but so would any parent's reaction to finding out their kid has done something wrong #chiron had lost one son (during the rebellion mind you). he doesn't want that to happen again either way #chiron basically lives a straight edge lifestyle. it's why achille never drinks or smokes as an adult #it may be the sleep deprivation talking bc icr but i don't think achille has ever said a curse word in his life #moral of the story: smoking is bad stay in school #writings.#q.

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virriancosplay · 2 months

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While we're at it let me clarify a few things and set some boundaries.

Hey! My name is Brian, But I prefer that people who aren't my friends to call me Virrian, I am 16 years old, I am a cosplayer and in my free time a photographer, I am multifandom but right now mostly in the madness combat fandom.

I am autistic + adhd, I also have other mental health issues but that's none of anyone's concerns, But for god fucking sakes please be patient with me.

⚠️ Babying = blocked ⚠️

I might be 16 but I don't like when people act like they know me and treat me like a fucking baby, Don't. It's fucking cringe, And no. I'm not your son, Piss off. (I don't feel comfortable with strangers virtually adopting me, Only if I know you very well)

Simping for me is also fucking weird, I don't know you and you don't know me plus I am still a minor, You only know a few things about me because I tell you some things about myself online, But I might as well have 11 toddlers in my basement and you have 0 idea because I'm putting on some persona, Just no. I will also block you.

Misgendering me on purpose or calling me "it" on purpose will also result in an instant block, Fuck off.

One more thing

I don't want anyone coming on my page and acting all concerned with me and some of my choices, I know what I'm doing and I don't really like people treating me like some small dumbass child, I know that I shouldn't be roasting marshmallows with a lighter at 3 AM, But I know what I'm doing, Don't copy the shit I'm doing that may result in anyone getting harmed, I don't wanna say I'm a trained professional but I'm professional enough with fire and that types of shit and how to safely handle that type of shit.

Political stuff= also blocked, No debates nothing, Fuck off I genuinely don't give a single shit.

Cosplay boundaries:

Do not copy my props, If you are inspired or do wanna make the same general idea as me then that's fine, But copying them spot on is a big no-no (like my Quackity axe, It's all made up by me)

I'm fine with being used as inspirations for drawings, Hell I'd be honored, Just make sure to tag me cuz I wanna see

Do not use my pics as pfps that's just scary.

#i might smoke but I'm trying to break this habit #if that's an issue then my friend I have bad news that kids my age smoke weed but I don't touch that shit #and some kids my age even have fucking sex #if you have concerns regarding my boundaries feel free to shoot me an dm

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barkingangelbaby · 2 months

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okay last rb inspired me to Overshare with y'all so! fun fact about me! my older sister and I were Bad Kids and one day we literally smoked an entire pack of my dad's cigs (I feel like there's no way we were actually inhaling tho?? I hope lmao) while he was napping with my baby brother. like using the burners on the stove to light them, then we ran out of his cigs so we tried lighting socks on fire (didn't work), then moved on to papers we found. she had me hold them & told me when to blow them out but didn't tell me to SO my hand literally caught on fire and I got second degree burns. much later in life I learned we were burning fucking BILLS omg.

ANYWAY. that's the story about how I developed asthma at 5 years old babeeey

#my poor dad dude!!!#mans was exhausted watching a toddler and two Bad Kids while his wife was dying #idk why I'm sharing this but! i think it's kinda funny #my life is a joke and im the punchline #omg that also reminded me in middle school my friend gave me a pack of cigs and i literally smoked one in my bedroom #with the window closed.?? then ran ariund the house trying to make it not smell bc im a fucking idiot #i somehow don't have asthma anymore but phew what a dumb life #but omg can you imagine youre taking a nap with your 2 y/o & wake up to ur kid on fire????#i should probably delete this lmao #rAMbles

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lokilickedme · 1 year

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ELDER SPEAKING AT FIL’S MEMORIAL SERVICE TODAY: Bob was a good man, a righteous man who was loved by everyone who knew him -

ME, SITTING IN THE FRONT ROW THREE SEATS DOWN FROM MY MIL AND STARTING TO FEEL THE 10MG OF THC I INGESTED ON MY WAY TO THE SERVICE: *snort*

LADY I DON’T KNOW WHO SHOOK MY HAND SYMPATHETICALLY AFTER AND TRIED TO HUG ME: I’m so sorry for your terrible loss, Bob was so wonderful, you must miss him terribly

ME, SUCKING ON ANOTHER 10MG AND READY TO POP A THIRD WHILE LITTLE RUNS CIRCLES AROUND ME WHIPPING UP THE HEM OF MY DRESS: Eh it’s cool, I can send my kids to their grandma’s now. Thanks tho

MAN TALKING TO MIL AS EVERYONE IS LEAVING: You’ll see him again very soon, you’ll be together in Paradise forever, we have God’s promise of the resurrection

ME, LEANING AGAINST THE BUILDING LIGHTING A BLUNT: Yeah no

#I don't do funerals anymore #not since three-quarters of my entire family died untimely deaths in the space of just a couple of years #the last one I've been to was my grandmother 17 years ago #I only went to this one to support my MIL because she's got no one left but us #lemme tell ya I hated every second of being in that so-called place of worship #so much trauma and bad memories #I couldn't wait to get out of there #I had to be stoned to even go in #my kids were like Yeah mom's high don't talk to her she gets weird #and then FIL's stepson got all flirty with me and it was all I could do not to just leave #I was like Cartman when I was leaving #Screw you guys I'm goin home #pardon my behavior but I owe you people nothing #you've been blessed with my unexpected presence for an hour now blow kisses at my ass as I walk away because you won't be seeing me again #I wore a sigil of the House of Dracul and nobody noticed LOL #husband said I was gonna start billowing smoke before the first prayer was over #bless you Loot Crate you send my kids cool stuff every month and I use it to do blasphemy at my former church #that's worth the subscription price

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spoonyruncible · 11 months

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So, going into work tonight I, quite by accident did the one thing every adult (quite rightly) told me to never ever do.

I don't even know how to explain why I did this. The train had been a half hour late so I was already way behind, even though I'd texted my coworker and warned him about it. The train was actively so late that when it arrived people applauded.

So, there I am, at Union Station at midnight, hobbling down the sidewalk on my little crutch when a woman gestures for me to hold out my hand. She had a fistful of.... something. It was very dark. And I.... Look, y'all, I would be so easy to murder. I held out my hand.

"Peppermints!" she said, "For you!" and dropped about a dozen peppermints into my hand. To be clear, this was the dead of night in a very sketchy part of town.

"Thank you! How wonderful!" I said, genuinely delighted.

There was already a peppermint in my mouth before I realized I'd broken that single cardinal rule hammered into my brain from earliest childhood. I had taken candy from a stranger.

#this is not even the dumbest i have been #i also once found a man nursing a sick rat back to health #i sat down with him and found rat suitable food in my pockets #he was laying on the ground and i was worried he was hurt #i also gave him a little money because he was homeless #last night i saw a man scrabbling around on the ground and struggling to stand #and remember i have a crutch #and i instantly went to help him up #i put my hand on his shoulder and promised him no matter how bad it seemed it would be a new day tomorrow #i offered him cigarettes or water or a little bit of money #all of which he refused #but i pretty much regularly would be the easiest person every to murder except for all the knives and stuff i've got #my danger sense is pretty solid too #i know which folk to stay the hell back from most of the time #i don't even smoke #i just carry cigarettes because in my experience someone desperate enough to bum cigarettes probably needs one #and it's nice sometimes to have someone tell me i'm a good kid and the world needs a few more like me #basically whether you are a murderer or a person in need i would be a great person to come across

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percyjacksonfan3 · 2 years

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ok DONT think about Eddie smoking after, yk, with Chrissy while she rests her head on his chest

Nonny, I need you to know that I have been unable to stop thinking about this idea since I saw this ask, and, more than that, I love this concept so much that I am tempted to go back and rewrite the morning after scene I already have just to make this a fanfic reality

However, I have decided that instead I am just going to use it in a future fic for these two, because I am under no illusions that I am going to stop writing for this pairing any time soon and it's so in character for them that I want to cry

Bless you for sharing <3

#genuinely think this is canon in the edssy universe #i can just picture it so well and they're so adorable #not that i'm endorsing smoking kids because i am not #that crap's bad for you #but just... there's something really sexy about this entire idea #oop actually i've been picturing cigs in this idea but maybe nonny just meant weed #anyway doesn't matter i guess #it's a god tier concept and i am thanking them for sharing and also wondering what fic i can write to make it happen...#(if they don't mind me stealing this idea of course)#the loveliest anon to ever anon #tagging my edssy fic because i think this is related to the last chapter i posted in it where these two finally do the deed #put your lips close to mine #eddissy

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ursulanoodles · 9 months

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This Week's Chapter of Affliction is Up

Chapter 76: All My Love

Trigger warnings: Blood, irresponsible recreational drug use, and everyone being annoyingly anxious

Posting a little early today! 😘