#some kind of (illegal) stimulants

[tesco-finest-aromantics]

#caique posts #i cannot stress enough that this is a joke #but also it does genuinely feel with the chronic fatigue + adhd combo that we are not going to make it through a-levels without #some kind of (illegal) stimulants #i just hate that i cannot do anything no matter how much i want to do the thing #we’re at our wits end trying not to burn out and our teachers are at their wits end trying to make sure we leave with decent a-level grades #none of them are disabled so they wouldn’t understand #and we haven’t told them about what’s wrong with us because the awful waiting lists and apathetic doctors mean we have no diagnosis to show #we could say ‘hey we barely do anything outside of lessons because by the end of every day we’re too tired to stand up’ #but have no medical evidence to show for it because every GP we’ve gone to about it has said ‘there’s nothing i can do to help’ #and the adhd waiting list is about 8 years so no chance we’re getting that diagnosis before march #honestly drugs seems like the easiest way through this #vent #tw drugs

[the-maddened-hatter]

Some Hazbin Hotel death symbolism theories/headcanons

So yeah this is gonna be darker since the show literally revolves around characters in hell

Tw for drugs, suicide, murder, cannibalism, mentions of racism & and idk what to call it like in-character cultural insensitivity (if anyone knows how to tag that better lmk) , and various forms of abuse under the read more

Also I know these will probably get disproven within like 5 minutes once the show comes out, but I think they'd still be cool for an AU or something!

Vaggie: I'm gonna start out with a potentially controversial theory here: Her death X eye could be more symbolic than literal, with her choosing to "turn a blind eye" to something in life that eventually lead to her committing suicide out of guilt, and her moth features symbolizing her having been focused on a certain goal or priority to a selfish or harmful degree in life like a "moth to a flame". Putting these together, maybe she allowed something to happen either to someone directly or in such a way that they ended up being harmed/killed in the pursuit of a goal or belief and once she realized the scope of her actions she committed suicide. Maybe once she's in hell she's all but forced into a career of a bodyguard for the ruling families of hell as some kind of ironic punishment (though in her particular case it ends up working out well for her since she and Charlie fall in love)

Since her moth features are much less pronounced than Valentino, perhaps it serves as a reflection of how she realized the harm her selfish focus caused before she died.

Speaking of him, Valentino's highly pronounced moth features could suggest that his selfish focuses were much worse and more self-serving than Vaggie's were (unsurprising given his character) and his addictive smoke powers could mean he died in a fire (my theory is he went into a club that he ran during a fire to retrieve a stache of money and drugs he had hidden inside and perished due to smoke inhalation (meaning he 1 has no visible death x, 2 has a death x on his chest that we haven't seen yet, or 3 his death x shows up sometimes in the red smoke he breathes).

I wrote a fanfiction about a headcanon for Sir Pentious's backstory But the main takeaways from it are I think that he worked with poisons, became paralyzed prior to his death by them, his drug addicted son killed him in a fit of withdrawls with a shattered vial of snake venom, his death X is on his chest where he was stabbed and is hidden by a large fake eye that he wears over it. The other eyes across his body are because he became paranoid after becoming paralyzed. He knows his son went to hell along with him so he's continually searching for him, but doesn't realize that his daughter did as well several years later.

With Niffty, I theorize that her mother died when she was relatively young and she was expected by her male relatives to take up the duties of a housewife and surrender any degree of ambition she may have held about school or a career (even those that fell within the limitations of the time period). Her one hope was that if she was able to get married she'd at least be able to have some degree of freedom from her abusive controlling relatives. Given as many housewives commonly used stimulants that would be considered dangerous and illegal today to increase their productivity and lessen their desires to eat, it's hardly a stretch to think that Niffty would have tried (or been pressured into trying) them as well. It's my belief that she died due to a heart condition that was made much worse by taking the stimulants and her death X is over her heart (and this is why she has speed related abilities). Her large cyclopic eye could be symbolic of her feeling like she constantly needed to be vigilant while still being aware that there were things she wasn't getting to see in life Perhaps her small size is due to her being younger when she died (roughly 18 to 20) and that her death name is taken from the brand of the stimulants.

With Cherri Bomb her cyclopic eye that is functional despite the X may be because she, like Vaggie, chose to allow people to be harmed when she had the power to stop it, but her connection to it was less direct than Vaggie's was (perhaps she created weaponry for an extremist organization, but she didn't realize civilians would be harmed). Within this theory, she may have died sabotaging the organization, perhaps blowing up a bomb within their headquarters o unsuccessfully attempting to dismantle one on the civilian site (with her cause of death being the shrapnel impaling her). She is not ashamed of her death X, and chooses to wear clothing that implies its location.

I headcanon Vox as having been a corrupt journalist in life, overlooked due to a severe stutter in childhood and left with something to prove, he was willing to write false (but convincing) news reports for people about their competitors (ranging from small-scale businesses to political candidates) and come up with convincing doctored photographs. He wanted to quit the lifestyle and settle down with a lady he had convinced to be his fiance (she didn't really love him, but she had a daughter to care for and he genuinely cared for the both of them), so he accepted "one last job" that he believed would leave him with enough to live comfortably in anonymity. The job ended up being a set-up by someone he had previously wronged or their friends/family and was drugged, beaten, and left for dead in an alley. In his final moments he weakly tried to call attention to himself but was unable to get anyone to notice him due to a display window full of new televisions drawing a crowd and drowning out his pleas for their notice.

He has no visible death X due to dying of internal bleeding, but he still bears marks of his death with his eyes always appearing mismatched from three red lines that frequently appear in the lower left corner serve as his marker no matter how often he changes his features. Deeply saddened he was unable to be a father to his fiancee's daughter back in life, he views Velvet as an adoptive daughter. He waited hopefully for many years to see either of them again and his both relived and distraught that they seem to avoided hell.

With Alastor I'm like 99.99% certain this is already fully incorrect, but fuck it this is a headcanon post (also this one is long bc unlike Sir P I didn't get around to writing out the fic before now: Conceived through wealthy white man's abuse of a cook he employed who was of mixed race, meaning her abuser was fully unpunished for his crimes. Though unmarried and in poor health, she kept Alastor, viewing him as proof and hoping he would one day deliver vengeance upon the people who wronged her. He grew up in the care of his ailing mother who, sadly viewed him more as her poised dagger than as her son, and his grandmother who loved him dearly, but lived primarily in her own memories and passed away by the time he was 10 years old. Before she died would tell him lengthy stories about the family he'd never gotten a chance to meet and he would listen, enraptured by the rich tapestries of lineage she described, with his favorite stories being the ones about the Native American man who had been in love with her father's mother, and, she suspected, was well more than just a friend of the family. She didn't know much about the man, but that only served to fuel Alastor's imagination.

Though he hated the man who had given it to him, his lighter skin brought him advantages that were not typical to those in his situation, the most prominent being that he was able gain employment at a rather prominent local radio station in the next town over, and, given time, talent, poor studio lighting, and a false last name, work his way onto the airwaves. He put up with a lot during those long years, forcing himself to stay silent and keep a smiling face through his bosses & colleagues flippant racism, promising himself that it would be worth it one day and that hey'd be "singing a different tune" once he'd worked his way up to the top. He was right, but not in any of the ways he ever expected to be.

Short version, he was found out and fired (despite a degree of public outcry, as his program was quite popular) and he found himself unemployed and, one night, drinking alone. His mother had passed away of a violent seizure a month ago to the day and he was drowning his shames of failure in both his career and of her (she'd had her high expectations of him clear from the moment he was born).

Another man came into the bar, small, tan, scruffy, limping, with some tattoos visible. He hobbled over to the bar stool next to Alastor and with evident glee recognized his voice from the radio and with a bit more effusive praise dolled out between the pours of liquor they became the fastest of friends. When the bar shut its doors, well why didn't they continue their lively chat in Alastor's kitchen? Neither of them had anyone waiting for them at home or much business to attend to in the morning. So that was precisely what they did.

Though he tried his best, Alastor could not seem to pronounce the young man's name. It sounded to him almost like the gecker of a fox (though he blamed this on the copias amounts of bourbon swimming in his brain), and after his third slurred attempt the young man waived his apologies away and said to call him Shilo.

Shilo proved to be a very good listener that evening and, as it happened, in the coming weeks. Most would have balked at the rantings and declarations of vengeance of a total stanger, but not him. He followed each word earnestly, soaking everything in until he was finally ready to make his move.

It was truly such a shame Alastor knew so little about his lineage and about his great grandfather's culture, perhaps he wouldn't have so readily accepted Shilo's claims that he could be granted power, vengeance, and justice through a "dark magic ritual". Maybe if his mother had seen him as someone to love instead of something made to avenge her he would have been harder to talk him into performing 7 so-called "rituals" of murder and cannibalism. Who's to say? End the end the decisions were his own.

He chose people adjacent to his mother's abuser (Shilo was clear on this point, that he mustn't yet strike his target directly, that the ritual was about "absorbing the lights in his life to let you see beyond and leave him blind in the dark". Alastor took down

His uncle (his father's brother) first (a horrid man who, in Alastor's defence, reached for his pistol solely in response to his approaching him)

The house's head butler who had turned out Alastor's mother for "causing trouble",

His own half-brother (he took more pleasure in this than he cares to admit even now, knowing so little and so much separated their respective fates)

His half-brother's fiancee, as she became a convenient next victim

His father's bank broker

His father's chauffeur (for suspecting and confronting him).

And finally, the cook who replaced his mother. That's where things went wrong.

Shilo instructed Alastor to take the body of the victim into the woods once night had fallen, and he complied as he had each time before, but this time as he ate he became overwrought with the guilt of what he'd done, to murder someone fully innocent, whose position was nearly identical to his own mother's all of those years ago.

Shilo was furious when Alastor began to plead to back out of the ritual, insisting that he could well have his vengeance for it all, that once he slit his throat with the so-called ceremonial blade of bone he would awake a spirit of vengence, brimming with all of the power of his ancestors. He tried to press said blade into Alastor's bloody and shaking hands, but he swatted it away as waves of bile doubled him over and he purged most of his night's kill from his stomach.

Alastor watched Shilo's easygoing facade melting away along with his human form, morphing into a snarling canine with a mouth of sharp fangs that dribbled bloody foam. Interwoven between the creature's rage filled huffs and undercurrent of a fox's chitter slipped the words "Oh, Al. You really shouldn't have done that."

He ran for hours through the forest. Shilo, or whatever called itself that anyhow, kept pace at his heels, sometimes overtaking him and ripping away a fresh chunk of flesh or snapping a bone with its massive jaws before falling back to keep the chase going.

Horrifically bloodied and mutilated but somehow still moving he eventually managed to attract the attention of some hunters, who seemingly managed to scare off his pursuer with a few warning shots. Needless to say, Alastor collapsed the moment the beast was no longer on his heels.

One could argue that they meant well, doing what they did. He was very plainly in agony, with his neck and limbs lolling grotesquely, and they really could do virtually nothing to care for him. He wouldn't even let them touch him to try and staunch the bleeding (though for pain or delirium they couldn't tell), doing his best to strike out with a broken appendage or, when one of them tried to at least stabilize his neck with a folded coat, bit down on his would-be-healer's arm and kept locked on until he lost the strength to continue.

He regained a bit of sense for those last few seconds. He saw that horrible beast's wicked eyes and gleaming teeth lurking in the edges of the firelight and he saw one of the hunters kneeling beside him and promising it would be quick and everything would be over in just a moment as he readied his handgun.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel fan theory #fan theory #hazbin vaggie #hazbin valentino #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin niffty #hazbin cherri bomb #hazbin vox #hazbin alastor #cw drugs #cw horror #cw abuse #(idk how much I need to tag in the tags since I did a cw at the beginning with a read more but lmk if I need to)

[triviallytrue]

[ankiebitez]

ngl as someone with adhd im wondering if they have adderall or vyvanse in hell bc they need to get beelzebub on that quickly. i mean the word "drugs" is literally on the avisos uniform they gotta have some kind of stimulant that releases dopamine out there.

alternative thoughts:

bell has super adhd and is just immune to medication atp

since he's been alive for so long and obviously done a fuckton of drugs his dosage would be so high that they cant even legally perscribe it

he refuses to take it bc he would end up doing work (tbh fair)

he does take it but it doesn't fix his impulse control so instead of doing work he focuses on side quests (i do this constantly tbh)

he was on it once but kept forgetting to call it in after he ran out so he just quit taking it

he only takes it when he's in avisos bc why would he carry around adhd meds while wondering????

he made it illegal so he wouldnt have to do work

follow-up thought: since paradise lost literally has the ability to just swap someones sex entirely, revive someone and make people switch bodies, couldnt lucifer literally just snap his fingers and get rid of any kind of mental illness/disability caused by a lack of/low levels of something in the brain? (note im not sure if im phrasing this right, i mean like how when the brain doesn't produce enough dopamine causing adhd or serotonin causing depression, just wondering about this honestly bc i have both of those and it would be great if i could just *poof* that away and not have to take meds lmao)

#what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad? #whb #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad? #whb beelzebub #whb bael #whb lucifer

[k-rising]

6th house

What's the 6th house?: This house is ruled by Virgo and represents health, routine, hygiene and work.

𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

People with Sun in the 6th are ambitious and practical. They're focused on working hard to achieve their goals and are able to make sacrifices to get what they want. They like to learn new skills and teamwork is very important for them. These people tend to perform several tasks at the same time! People with Sun in the 6th house may habe a particular bond with one of their uncles and/or a co-worker.

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

These people aren't known for having a routine, since it is usually very chaotic. There is a tendency here to delay plans and often change jobs. They're also emotional imbalanced.

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

People with this position are nervous. They work so hard that it can cause them a lot of stress. These people need a job that stimulates them mentally and they tend to look for jobs where they can help other people in any way. Writing can help them deal with stress.

𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

These people are organized, responsible, realistic and helpful; they want to feel useful. People with Venus in the 6th are perfectionists that show love with actions rather than with words. They want to be with someone who can fit into their routine and it can be hard to change their minds. They also don't like to spend time with pessimistic and negative people.

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

People with Mars in the 6th are energetic and competitive. They are attracted to jobs where they can spend a lot of energy and show their skills. Normally they work with sharp elements. They usually have nervous problems and anxiety, but they recover quickly. This position may also indicate heredity problems.

𝐉𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

These people seek for personal and work improvement. They like to help others and tend to have a lot of knowledge in health matters. They need a lot of freedom and mental stimulation in their work. People with Jupiter in the 6th tend to drink and eat a lot! They may have many job opportunities as well as a quick promotion.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

These people may experience many frustrations and challenges in the work environment. They are workaholics. They may feel dissatisfaction and discomfort at work, which is why they tend to show how capable they can be. People with Saturn in the 6th May also have experienced a chaotic childhood as well. Diets and lifestyle changes can be difficult to follow here. They are often vulnerable to health and this can have serious consequences, as they can lead to long-term chronic diseases.

𝐔𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

These individuals tend to face many obstacles when it comes to getting what they want. They may like a job related to science and technology, and they also look for a job that allows them personal freedom in some way. People with Uranus in the 6th don't have a routine and if they do it's very chaotic lol. They often suffer from strange and unexpected diseases, so they should take care of their health. They don't trust their co-workers and their desks are usually a mess.

𝐍𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

These people find it difficult to be realistic and find it hard to deal with practical matters. They tend to get sick a lot and can present diseases that can be difficult to cure. Also they may be sensitive to dr*gs. People with Neptune in the 6th overlook details and ignore their responsibilities. They want a job where they can help people. These individuals have o be careful about dishonesty, illegality and betrayal in their work. They also tend to live in messy places.

𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

People with Pluto in the 6th are obsessed with their routine and get irritated if their routine is interrupted or that there is some kind of change in it. They may experience many power struggles in the workplace and they don't react well to criticism. These people may be intimidated by their co-workers or the other way around. These individuals tend to experience constant changes at work and can be good at being their own bosses.

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾　𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔! 　☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

#6th house #astrology houses #astrology #astro observations #astro notes #astrology notes #astrology observations #sun in the 6th house #moon in the 6th house #mercury in the 6th house #venus in the 6th house #mars in the 6th house #jupiter in the 6th house #saturn in the 6th house #uranus in the 6th house #neptune in the 6th house #pluto in the 6th house

[powderblueblood]

Hiya hiya!! I am a massive fucking fan of your writing it is so stimulating for my little distracted brain. On the topic of hai I would LOVE to know more about Lacy's part-time gig at The Bookstore!!!! How often does she work there? Does Lacy get to set up displays and recommend books? Do Eddie or Ronnie ever hang out with Lacy there? (And subsequently does Ivana threaten to perma-ban them from The Bookstore for being so goddamn loud and distracting her best employee???) I am so fucking curious and would love to see it explored a little more 🧡

LEE!!!! thank you so much for your kind kind words and THANK YOU for giving me an excuse to touch upon one of my favorite little elements of the hellfire & ice universe-- THEE BOOKSTORE

i'll be the first to admit that i don't know a goddamn thing about the TARDIS but what i do know is that it's bigger on the inside. same logic applies to the bookstore. place is an intricate network of atriums and ventricles separated by bookcases that are so overstuffed, they seem like they're going to keel over like dominoes any second. it smells like warm and dust and it's always semi-dark in there, with lamps seemingly having sprung from the ground in the most strategic of places. wall sconces sprout from the woodwork, supported by dodgy, illegal wiring. you take your life in your hands any time you walk in there, essentially. but you'd never know it! because it's serene and it's peaceful until--

lacy starts working there. and for some reason, it seems that lacy, eddie, ronnie and chaos are a package deal. eddie and ronnie use the darkened corners of the bookstore to the full extent of their danger, playing endless games of 'who can scare lacy by hiding in the world history section' which has earned more than one heavy biography of ferdinand magellan being aimed at eddie munson's head.

one even made contact, and eddie insisted that lacy stand there holding an ice cream sandwich to his 'poor brutalized' head because he 'couldn't move his arms' due to the 'concussion'.

ivana, the owner, our beloved ivana, hates these kids. even if eddie is convinced that she's trying to take him as her next controversially young husband-- her fifth. ivana hates them, but never actually follows through on her threatened lifetime bans because ivana also occasionally drinks at the hideout.

a moment for ivana: ivana is so, so fucking cool. ivana used to sell fetish mags in brown paper bags back in the 50s. ivana once lived in new york, and according to legend, threw an olive at norman mailer (eddie: "who?" lacy: "don't worry about it") and it bounced off his head and into andy warhol's drink. ivana is approximately four hundred years old with a platinum blonde beehive, a list of lovers longer than mae west's, a voice like a cement truck and she will never die.

lacy wants to be exactly like her when she grows up-- only, not living in indiana, of course.

ivana has lacy on weekends and some evenings; basically, if her spidey sense tingles and she figures that girl could use something to do. lacy, inflicted with the pathological need to be the best at fucking everything, is a good worker and the best kind of salesperson a place like that could have.

which is to say that she's kind of snooty and derisive of people's pedestrian tastes. it oscillates from customers storming out to customers buying whatever she tells them to, in some misguided attempt to impress her.

precocious and pretentious eighteen year olds have this effect on people. many such cases.

one person it does not have any effect on is eddie munson.

he watches lacy put like, painstaking effort into her staff pick of the week! (she always fights for three) or her display of russian literature ranked by themes of romanticism v nihilism! (the brothers karamazov sits on the top of the display like an angel on a christmas tree)... and then he fucks with it. swaps out a room of one's own with are you there god? it's me, margaret, even if that does prompt lacy giving eddie a keynote speech on the importance of judy blume's forever.

"... and yeah, it's about as thrilling as a slice of wonderbread, but that book is probably why i'm on the pill."

this seems to give eddie pause. "... you're on the pill?"

"what's that look?"

"no, uh-- no, just. good. decision. smart, responsible decision-making. good to... know."

#powder room talk #bastardstevie #THE BOOKSTORE!!! THE BOOKSTORE!!!!! #THANK U LEE <3 #hai brainrot #eddie munson x reader #l. doevski by powder

[transmutationisms]

hi caden you’ve talked before about enjoying using stimulant drugs i am interested from the pov of someone who isn’t going to be like “they cured my symptoms <3” what they did for you. i’m considering getting an adhd diagnosis bc i think i could benefit from the meds even though i don’t think the classification itself is useful

finally, a medical advice question i can answer. i will cut to the chase here: i basically just like being mildly high on amphetamines. if you ever like, drank a shitload of caffeine all at once, that's kind of a shittier and weaker version of how it feels when an rx stimulant kicks in. they make you feel more energetic and awake (good for me because i am eepy), they can produce a mild sense of euphoria, they generally just sort of heighten your arousal / attention / alertness. for me, i pretty reliably experience this as being more confident / lively / interested in things (tho it's not uncommon for many people that this can also feel like heightened anxiety, so ymmv). i can use this boost to like, get work done, or just for recreational purposes lol. often both! i actually used to have short-release stims as my rx, and a lot of times i would snort them, again sometimes purely recreationally and sometimes more prupose-driven. if you're going to do that there are some additional health risks lol so i wouldn't necessarily recommend it casually, but ya know. (i have kinda soured on the short-release ones anyway because i tend to forget to keep re-upping them and then i get terrible crashes coming on and off them. the long-release are a little kinder in that respect, you just won't really be able to mess with the dose to the same degree.)

there's a lot of mystification around rx stimulants from psychiatric and pharmaceutical authorities who are trying really hard to differentiate their products from more stigmatised, illegal uppers. this really appealed to me when i first got dxed with adhd lol, but is basically horseshit, pharmacologically speaking; uppers are uppers and some people like them. for example, i also enjoy coke, but it's expensive, doesn't last that long, and comes with the risks of any black-market drug, where i'm not able to know for sure how much it's cut & with what, &c. so, i don't really think of rx uppers as being different categorically to black-market ones, but all drugs have different considerations and you might like one over another for any number of reasons.

anyway yeah: i like adhd drugs, and although i can and do use them to accomplish certain things (like, it is true they make it easier to sustain focus, eg on work or boring chores or whatever), i do also just like the feeling of using them. i don't feel like i need to justify either of those reasons for using stims lol, and also, separating the two is basically impossible in practice and imo is really just a fantasy of drug moralisers who don't want to admit that a it's, like, ok to enjoy substances. obviously, if you want to look into uppers, i would also strongly recommend keeping an eye on potential side effects and long-term risks, of which there definitely are some (particularly some cardiac things to keep in mind, and risks go up if you're using higher amounts, and/or mixing with other substances esp downers).

[compassionatereminders]

one last ask but even fentanyl right now is an example of what happens. because of increased awareness and testing, illegal drug makers/dealers have had to resort to using fentanyl analogs. an analog is nasty stuff — it’s basically the drug *slightly changed* molecularly so it doesn’t appear on testing. unfortunately, doing this in this way for this reason to drugs mean they are unstable, and untested. these can cause side effects and god knows what else. there have been anecdotal reports of these analogs causing increased anger, irritability, mood swings. and the more those are figured out, the more analogs they create, or switching to something more potent per milligram. which the user may not even KNOW, and probably doesn’t.

the same thing happened with stimulants like amphetamines, there are SO many nasty analogs that can trigger psychotic episodes much more easily than usual amphetamine abuse.

drug dealers are not your local friendly weed guy or kind of alright drug addict. this is a serious, uncontrolled capitalistic business, with serious profit, and people will do whatever they want to keep making profit.

All true and I really appreciate your knowledge on all of this. That being said, it is only in specific corners of the drug market that "clients regularly dying due to bad drugs" is considered good for business. I'm definitely not saying that the whole market isn't dangerous as fuck, but in some contexts the fact that it IS a profitable business makes them less likely to deliberately kill their customers. Not that it doesn't still happen and that the risk isn't real

#chat with kat #drugs tw #fentanyl tw #health risk tw #speed tw #psychosis tw #capitalism tw #addiction tw #opiods tw #overdose tw #crime tw #weed tw

[the-bird-and-the-flute]

Ikegen - Yoritomo - Night attendant event

warning: NSFW, don't interact minors

the event name is this one -> 夜伽契約～過激に寵愛されて～

Bruh I was expecting sth completely different ahahah

I thought yoritomo's story was going to be fucking savage and they were going to fuck nonstop, but that was not the case 🙃

Actually, yoritomo was really sweet to MC (although obviously he did make her suffer from anticipation in some moments)

The plot was interesting. MC is an apothecary and she works for a lord who requested her to make a poison to kill someone. But MC refused.

Then the lord locked her up. While he was nagging that she fucked up his plans, he decided to offer her to yoritomo as a 'gift'. If she does her job as a night attendant well, he will free her.

Later, we see her already in Yoritomo's room. He was kind to her since the beginning. He was amused to see her reactions each time he kissed her lips or earlobes. MC didn't know what was going to happen to her, but she had sth to say to Yoritomo. She didn't know if he'd believe in a night attendant, but she tried anyway.

She told him her lord was maybe doing something illegal. Yoritomo told her he invited her to this room because he knew she was hiding something. He let her tell her story, but at the same time, while she was trying to explain the situation, he kept touching her boobs and neck. He was having such a good time hahahahahaha

MC managed to concentrate to finish her story. She told him that her lord was maybe committing fraud. Probably that was affecting the shogunate. But it was never clear to me what was the real connection between the shogunate and MC's lord. Yoritomo told her he couldn't do much yet cuz he needed more pieces of evidence to confirm what she just told him.

Shogun told her he'll keep her as his night attendant for the time being because if he gives her back to her lord, he might punish her or something. MC was happy to see that she was safe for now and that he believed in her story. I don't think they had sex that night tho.

On the next day, Yoritomo told her the good news. He talked to her lord and lied that she did a terrific job last night so he wanted to keep her a little longer hahahahha. I wonder if he actually said that or if he was just teasing her to see her reaction lmaoo

According to him, the lord has some servants in the palace right now, so they need to pretend they are having a good time as the servants supposedly are hearing their convo right now (he whispered that to her).

Then he tells her to fake some moans ahhahahahaha. His face asking this was so funny. Why he is like that? My taste for men is questionable

MC moaned last night when he was touching her but it seemed very realistic hhahahah

But she is not in the mood, you know? lol So he stimulates her by touching her body. Then she proceeds to do her 'fake moans' to his delight. He made sure to tell her that her 'acting' was really good

I deadass think he was lying here when he said there were servants listening to them, but who cares? I loved it. Want more of that.

A few days passed. MC's lord invited her for a chat. He wants to know if she said something she was not supposed to. When she asked what exactly he was talking about, he pinned her down saying that he can't understand how someone like her could caught shogun's attention.

Yoritomo slammed the door once he heard her screams asking for help. He said he was not an idiot to allow his woman to visit her lord alone. Also, while they were in the lord's place, he gathered enough evidence to condemn him for fraud.

I love that in this part she questions herself if Yoritomo was acting or not. I can't blame her cuz in several occasions in this event I was not sure either if he was just playing games or if he was being honest. But in this moment I can guarantee he was worried about her a lot.

PREMIUM

MC is once again in Yoritomo's room. She asks him if this is going to be their last night together as Yoritomo said before she would be free once this was over.

He tells her once again that he likes her a lot. She has a good heart and he is not bored when she is around. I thought Yoritomo got a liking to her so fast in this event XD

The shogun asks her if she wants to be his mistress. She accepts it.

I didn't read the sweet/normal yet. Need more points :D

#cybird #otome #ikemen genjiden #ikegen #yoritomo

[poke-muns]

Different types of trainers/battles

Underground battles. You know how people say pokémon games are just fantasy dogfights? You know that one scene in the Detective Pikachu movie? Yeah. That. No human input, just let the pokémon in an arena to go all at it. Likely illegal since lack of regulation would lead to serious injury. I like to imagine some pokémon enjoy this kind of battling as a real release.

Freeform battles. Make up your own moves! Inspired by TCG having unique moves, not in the games. Especially great for mental stimulation!

“Intimidation” or “Fools’” battles. The pokémon go through each other to attack the opposing trainer. Again, very likely illegal to organise this. It’s like duels, kept alive by people deciding their pride is more important of admitting they were wrong.

#pokemon oc #pokémon oc #oc scraps #pokemon worldbuilding

[rabbitcruiser]

World Cocktail Day 

Host or attend a cocktail party and try out some new flavors, or perfect your hand at mixing any number of drinks, from a White Russian to a classic Cosmo.

“No party is complete without cocktails! My friends all have different tastes when it comes to their drink of choice, so I like to maintain a well-stocked bar with different kinds of alcohol to keep everyone happy.” ~Khloe Kardashian

One of the best ways people get together and bond over life is through drinking. For a fun night out, cocktails provide a wide arrangement of scents and flavors to keep everything exciting and have a long history of becoming a steady staple in people’s lives. So, let us dive right in and see what World Cocktail Day is all about.

History of World Cocktail Day

In 1806, The Balance and Columbian Repository coined the term “cocktail” as a stimulating liquor with a wide variety of sweets, waters, and bitters. Originally, the Oxford English Dictionary defined the term with a different set of connotations, describing it as a horse with a tail like a cock’s, with its tail cocked up instead of hung down.

Cocktails as a drink, however, started as a British invention in the 19th century and has since become an American innovation when a Connecticut-born bartender Jerry Thomas wrote the book “The Bartender’s Guide.” The Bartender’s Guide basically broadcasted an encyclopedia of how to mix drinks and recipes on some of the best combinations of drinks and flavors.

During the 1920s American prohibition, many cocktails were mixed into existence that remain firm favorites today. With not much high-quality alcohol available, cocktails were the perfect way to make that smuggled rum, gin or whiskey just a little bit more drinkable. Enter the cocktail; rum mojitos, the Sidecar, and the Tom Collins all flourished at a time when recreational alcohol wasn’t legal.

The ‘Bee’s Knees’ cocktail was actually created to mask and sweeten the taste of illegally brewed bathtub gin. The roaring twenties took the cocktail and shook it up into some of our most popular modern-day cocktails. Drinking didn’t stop during the prohibition, people simply went underground. Many illegal speakeasies popped up, serving cocktails in jazz-style locales.

Post-prohibition saw the invention of drinks that still grace the pages of your favorite cocktail bar menus. 1954 saw the mixing of the Pina Colada in Puerto Rico when Ramon Marrero created the delicious pineapple treat at the Caribe Hilton hotel. 1988 saw the much-loved Cosmopolitan enter our lives, thanks to Toby Cecchini and his desire to share a drink with his fellow bartenders in San Francisco.

A constant throughout the cocktail era in America was the Rainbow Room. Opened after the prohibition in 1934, the Rainbow Room was a high-end club where New York A-listers could celebrate in style with post-prohibition cocktails. The Rainbow Room was revived and renovated in different forms over the years, being closed during WWII and for various restorations.

The 1987 reopening saw emerging mixologist Dale DeGroff create a pre-prohibition list of cocktails that revived some firm favorites and spearheaded the modern cocktail mixing revolution that made the cocktail bar increasingly popular.

The holiday itself is held annually by Drinkaware, a United Kingdom-based charity that brings awareness to the effects of drinking and aims to reduce the harm that drinking can have on people and families. The website provides facts and information about drinking, alcohol poisoning, and alcohol abuse. The World Cocktail Day page that Drinkaware hosts have events all over the world that you can partake in, a blog you can follow about your favorite recipes, and how you can drink safely while also having fun.

How to Celebrate World Cocktail Day

If you’re up for a night of fun drinking, then host a party at your place and mix up some of your favorite drinks for your friends. If you want to spice things up, check out a new recipe on some of your favorite blogs or newsletters, and make your kitchen or bar into an experiment place for you and your friends.

If you’re feeling confident, you could create your own home bar and serve some of your favorite fizz-fuelled cocktails, or make your own cocktail creations with a fresh twist. Give your bar a theme and add your own unique names to your new mixers. Treat yourself to a cocktail bible and teach yourself how to make the perfect passionfruit martini or rope in your own bartender friend for some mixology advice.

If you are creating your own home bar and are jumping in as a novice bartender, you could start with a classy cosmopolitan or cheeky sex on the beach. Why not take a theme to a whole new level and take your new bar theme to a party level. Whether you’re making a sneaky speakeasy or a chic cocktail bar, making it your own is the perfect way to celebrate World Cocktail Day.

You could even avoid doing the work yourself and enroll in a cocktail class for you and your friends. Learn from the best shakers and master mixologists. Don’t want to leave the house? Why not use an online video or order a beginner’s pack right to your door. Or splash out on an inhouse mixing masterclass (calling all bartender friends again).

You might be more of a cocktail connoisseur than a master mixologist. Why not get some of the good stuff mixed for you, so you can sample some delightful cocktails without having to actually make them yourself. Put on a cocktail-themed film, sip your mojito and feel like you’re in the summer sun.

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#Jalapeño Margarita #Dark 'n' Stormy #Jungle Bird #Strawberry Margarita #Habanero Margarita #Mojito #Caipirinha #Portugal #The Mermaid #Silver Lining #Ginger Cosmo #World Cocktail Day #don't drink and drive #USA #Canada #travel #vacation #summer 2022 #restaurant #original photography #13 May #WorldCocktailDay

[koropukgoro]

I wrote a silly thing teehee runs away

“…So, what is it?”

“I’m not sure myself—but it’s worth 500k, and that’s enough for us.”

Spike’s nimble fingers twiddled the device around, tracing its edges and weird patterned ridges. It was small, with almost illegible symbols, and clearly looked important, even in its insignificance. 

“Does it even do anything? Or perhaps there’s something inscribed on it—maybe if we bother Ed enough, they’ll do some digging.”

Jet scoffed, “you’re not the only one curious, but sometimes, given our record, it’s better to not poke the bear’s den, Spike.”

To that, Spike flipped the device up like a coin, catching it in his other hand. He smirked when Jet’s face briefly lit with worry. “But where’s my fun then? Cowboys like me gotta get some action outta a job… babysitting is boring.” 

“Boring is going to pay for next week’s groceries. You can afford to be bored once in a while.” Jet was right, even if Spike made a face that suggested otherwise. So, he shrugged his shoulders, and carried the device over to the next room, waving his free hand along the way. 

“Sure, sure. Maybe this time we’ll actually get some beef… and maybe cheese. I can go for a homemade deli sandwich right now…” 

“We don’t get paid in advance, hold your horses.” Jet’s voice was fading as Spike navigated the interior of the Bebop, slipping through the sliding door into the hallway. If he was gonna be bored with this gig, might as well spend it watching television. 

As usual, Spike was doing exactly what Jet would have quipped him for—carelessness with the prize. It wasn’t like Spike was clumsy; Spike had been known for his crafty fingers, and knew when to be delicate, but nothing could stop him from stimulating his brain like tossing the device up and down, between hands. 

 It wasn’t until his foot caught on the carpet did Spike miss a toss, letting out a shout as their prized possession tumbled to the floor with a click. 

Wait, a click? Did something open on it? Spike crouched to the floor, gingerly swiping up the object of desire for examination. Indeed, a small hatch had opened, with the cowboy pressing it close to his vision and squinting to get a better look inside. 

Another click, then a sharp pain—enough to make Spike wince and drop the device again. Something had pricked him, with evidence to boot as a tiny trail of blood left the side of his finger. “What the hell?” He thought out loud, realizing the prick was beginning to feel numb. Shit, poison?! His mind tried to keep up as he shot to his feet, leaving his prize behind to go seek out help. Jet would have been where he left him in the living room, and Ed—oh, Ed could have been anywhere on the ship. They weren’t one for standing still. 

 Only Spike didn’t make it to the door, even. The numbing feeling had snakes up his arm to his entire being, and his bones were beginning to ache in the joints. What’s worse, Spike felt himself breathing hard, like he was fighting the urge to vomit. His eyelids felt heavy, with his fingers attempting to grasp at the door’s controls before he slammed into the floor, knocked out cold. 

*** 

The first thing Spike took note of was his crushing headache. Lazily opening an eye, he let out a groan, covering his face with a hand. Why are the lights so damn bright? His mind wandered to what he last remembered before shooting up in his seat. That’s right! Stupid fuckin’ gadget had poisoned him. Well, so he thought. Aside from his migraine and aching joints, Spike certainly didn’t feel poisoned. Maybe nauseated—but who would make a device that just leaves you a little stomach sick? Not with that kind of price on its head. 

 That was a question that’d have to wait. Right now, Spike needed to assess his surroundings. He should have still been in the hallway, if memory served, but as he peered around… this definitely wasn’t the hallway. First off, those lights were too fucking bright—beaming above him like headlights. He could almost hear the hum of the electricity in the bulbs, like an annoying buzz in his throbbing eardrums. This made him rub his head, groaning again at his migraine. Next thing he took note of was how wherever he was, stretched on forever. The sleek, metal floor and walls that seemed so far away kept going and going, almost infinite in his limited field of view. That in of itself was definitely not terrifying, making Spike’s stomach lurch again with new nausea. 

 Just gawking was not going to solve this. The cowboy rose to his feet steadily, testing his sense of balance as he did so. Spike proceeded to feel his pockets, only brushing against a few spare change and his empty cigarette box. Where did the device go? Spike bit his lip as he remembered dropping it, but as his eyes darted around, he couldn’t see the likes of it against the floor. What he did see was something in the distance of the infinite expanse, a bit out of his range of vision. Squinting, Spike couldn’t get a better look from his position—only that it was big; he began taking a small walk, picking it up as a jog to close the gap. 

 It was a ship of some sort. Definitely not as big as his Swordfish II, but definitely big enough to squeeze one pilot inside. Brushing his hands along it, Spike tried to get a good look into the cockpit, taking note of the circular design, almost like an oversized dinner plate. It was sleek, like some of the newer ships he had seen in a few browsing magazines—new age stuff, with the highly advanced technology only those with lined pockets could buy; something a cowboy like him couldn’t begin to dream of owning. Besides, those sleek engines just weren’t tasteful. Spike might have had rough fixes with his Swordfish II, but at least it built character. 

 But why was it here? And where was here, anyway?! If his headache wasn’t drilling holes into his brain, maybe Spike could stop and entertain theories. All he did was sigh, slumping against the side of the circular ship and wishing he had one last cigarette to help him through this situation. Digging into his pocket, Spike fished out his phone. Maybe he could get a signal—Nope, that hope was dashed before it could even exist. “Stupid junk,” he muttered in frustration, tossing it to the floor and watching the plastic snap off its side. He could get a repair later, he thought. If the cockpit didn’t seem sewn shut, he could have maybe attempted to fly this dinner plate, too, but alas. Clearly the thing had a set of keys that was necessary—Spike felt out of luck. 

 As he kicked at the floor with his heel, trying to vent out his frustration, Spike heard a sound. Immediately he pressed his back to the ship, sinking down into a crouch and peeking over the side of its circumference. 

 Nothing… odd. As he turned to move his position, a large shadow interrupted him. No sooner than Spike snapped his head up did he meet a large, black, and…wet object. Wet and cold. It was spewing like a loud vent, too, sucking in hot air and exhaling enough to make Spike’s hair fly. Then came the large, even wetter sheet of pink—slathering Spike head to toe with… slobber? 

 Swearing and shouting, Spike pushed away as fast as he could from his assailant. The stench of dog breath stained the air as he coughed and sputtered, wiping the humid saliva off his face. Cracking an eye open, the cowboy almost doubled over in shock at what he had to crane his neck to see. 

“Ein?!” 

BARK!

 Spike slammed his hands over his ears, shouting back at the oversized Welsh corgi. As if sensing the man’s discomfort, it whined, lowering its head in an apology. Spike’s heart was pounding in his chest—he was struggling to wrap his brain around it. The damn dog was huge! Bigger than the Swordfish II, hell, bigger than the Bebop for all he knew. Dogs don’t just grow to the size of damn buildings—! Unless? Spike slowly turned back, eyeing the ship once more. Of course. Why didn’t he think of this sooner?! 

 Not that it made any sense, but he had nothing else to really go on—the only logical leap (and trust me, it was a leap) to make was that somehow… Spike had shrunk. The device that pricked his finger with that poison was the ship he found his back to at the very moment—it had shrunk him. 

 But… how? Spike was starting to feel his nausea creep back, feeling his body quiver at the very idea of what his reality had become. No wonder everything was so bright—so loud—he was just small! He didn’t want to contemplate how small at the moment; what mattered right now was how to fix this, and he clearly wasn’t going to be able to do it himself. 

 So, with a deep breath, Spike finished wiping the dog drool off his jacket and straightened his stance. It felt uncanny, having to crane his neck back to stare up at one of the shortest dog breeds, with his hands on his hips and refueled determination.

  “Ein!” He spoke in a commanding tone, “listen up!” 

 The dog tilted its head as if to indicate it was doing just that. Spike grinned, “good boy! Now, I need you to give me a lift to Jet!” Ein watched as Spike walked up to the dog’s front leg, confidence in his step. Making sure his sleeves were rolled up and ready, Spike grabbed onto two big handfuls of fur and began to pull himself up. Thankfully, Corgis were one of the shortest dog breeds, making the trek much quicker if it were otherwise. Once the man got a sure footing on the dog’s back, he gave Ein’s neck a pat. 

“Alright boy, now get going!” 

 Ein decided shaking was a better idea. Spike immediately lost his grip, letting out a cry as he was thrown right off the dog and slammed into the floor. His side exploded with pain, making Spike groan and struggle to sit up. 

 “What the fuck was that, you mutt!” He shouted up at Ein, who simply trotted over to stare down with a big panting grin. If Spike wasn’t in immediate pain, he would have given the animal a flip of the bird and a lecture to boot. Ein wasn’t done, though, and before Spike could scramble away, the dog’s snout lowered itself down, jaws open. Somehow, the animal knew to be gentle with its package, grabbing Spike by his jacket’s nape and hoisting him up into the air. He had been scruffed, like a damn kitten! “Put me down! You fuckin’ dog I said put me—“ the animal began to walk, making Spike’s squirming for freedom quiet down. Last thing he needed was to double down on his new injuries and break a rib… It wasn’t like Ein was ignoring him, at least.

 In fact, Ein was doing exactly what Spike had requested; Ein was going to bring Spike to Jet. 

*** 

#Txt #gt fic #Gt writing #writing tag #cowboy bebop gt #cowboy bebop #UM!!!! I haven’t written smth in fucking years. #I’m crazy!!! And starved #gt #giant tiny

[madnessismylover]

Decided to make my own pinned post because I actually have stuff to link now. 

My name is Anna. My most used username is CrimsonAdri (Youtube/Twitch/AO3) and so I also go by "Crim". She/They but still consider myself as cis and not nonbinary. Demisexual Pansexual. (Though maybe more accurate phrasing would be Demi-Sexual and Pan-romantic?) My Ko-Fi.

DNI (Do Not Interact) List

The list includes but is not limited to:

Anti-LGBTQIA+ of ANY kind even if you are one of those letters, Any kind of “phobe” if it pertains to another person whose business is none of your own, Terfs, Swerfs, Radfems, MAPs (Pedos or apologists), anti-abortion, racist towards ANYONE, See full list here.

AND Do Not Interact with anything of mine that says 18+ on it if you are UNDER 18.

I’ve made the bulk of this post under the read more.

Below you will find links to my writing, masterlists, gifs, videos, and possibly other things I haven’t thought of yet.

ROTTMNT Gifs

(always give credit when using someone else’s gifs and only if they say you can. You can use mine but only if you give credit.)

Episode: Mystic Library - Donnie's Rap (above is 1 ver.), Raph ready to punch the mirror,

Episode: Mind Meld - Leo drowsy on phone,

Episode: Breaking Purple - "Hug it out" thought bubble,

Episode: Hot Soup: The Game - Mikey jumping around,

Episode: Pizza Puffs - Raph reacting to Mikey,

Episode: Late Fee - Looking at Donnie's arm screen,

More to come...

My Writing Masterlist(s)

(I have many side blogs for most fandoms I write for, but there’s a few I don’t and that stuff goes here but side blogs are linked further down.)

All characters depicted and/or mentioned are 18+ unless stated otherwise.

All of my writing is also on my AO3 (but you need to be logged in to see it).

💜🧡❤️💙🐢TMNT🐢💙❤️🧡💜

(T-c*est DNI)

All 4-1 Challenge:

January: Embarrassment (Rise!Leo x F!Reader)

February: Romance (Bay!Donnie x F!Reader)

March: The Joys of Spring! (Bay!Mikey x F!Reader)

...

Charming Shadows (Magic!OCs: Maeve & Calcifer & Circe) - to be added

Seeing as I've posted TMNT stuff on this blog already I'm going to put this fic here instead of on doll-in-the-walls which is where the other two fics with these OCs are posted. This is a Multi-Chapter WIP. This fic is up on AO3 as of rn but I'll post it here at some point.

✈️Far Cry🦈

(These are posted on my sideblog: candles-are-now-illegal)

Little White Planes (John/F!Rook)

Headcanons for The Seeds (&Rook) having a streamer s/o

💗Detroit Become Human💗

(This fic - sans the first chapter - is posted on my sideblog: danieldeservedbetter)

Rhodonite - (row·duh·nait) is a stone of compassion, an emotional balancer that clears away emotional wounds and scars from the past, and that nurtures love. It stimulates, clears and activates the heart. Rhodonite grounds energy, balances yin-yang, and aids in achieving one’s highest potential. It heals emotional shock and panic. - A fic about a young woman who gives out little stone hearts to androids. Will either be x Simon or X Daniel by the end.

Side Blogs (Where I also post writing things. Links are to the Masterlists.)

doll-in-the-walls  - Horror/slasher (i.e. Lost Boys, Stranger Things, etc.) [There are 18+ Works - Minors DNI]

Charming Eternity (Poly!Lost Boys x Maeve)

Strangely Charming (Eddie x Maeve & Steve x Calcifer)

reddeadrevival  - Red Dead Redemption 2 related works. (I no longer take requests but I have a bunch posted.) [There are 18+ Works - Minors DNI]

realworldhobbitimagines - Where all my Hobbit imagines are. Kinda like a what if the company was transported to the real world and this random OC and her brother have to deal with it. [There are 18+ Works - Minors DNI]

avengersageofimagines - All my Avenger themed works. [There are 18+ Works - Minors DNI.]

"____ as Unus Annus" Videos

(I've made quite a few of these)

Far Cry Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Obey Me

Red Dead Redemption 2

Rise of the TMNT Part 1, Part 2

(Moon dividers by firefly-graphics)

#masterlist #my writing #guess who finally started using the 'new' post editor look at all the pretty colours #tmnt #far cry #DBH #fanfiction #gifs

[violenceviolence-rp]

Totally Mundane Human AU Wally that I'm itching to properly doodle now, have some thoughts about Wallace the Entertainer:

Voiceclaim: if Genesis P-Orridge was a heavy smoker, because Throbbing Gristle means the world to me

Height/Body type: short for a dude but not where it matters to him, "petite" bone structure, wiry lightly-muscled frame of a stimulant addict

A shock-comedy "performance artist" born in Cheshire, England, Wallace Punch's Variety Act has been described by the few critics brave enough to stomach its entirety as "a one-man pantomime of The Aristocrats"--to paraphrase the sex-shop owner in Se7en, "the sort of guy who pisses in a cup on stage and then drinks it". Lots of prop-based humor and dead baby jokes, once landed himself in the hospital with salmonella after biting the head off a plucked dead chicken, another time was banned from the premises for bleeding all over the place when he pierced his nipples with safety pins. He has a small but dedicated fanbase of edgy groupies and is notorious for being mediocre in the sack whenever he does bed them; while this version of Wally isn't implied to be an outright rapist his incel energy is OFF THE CHARTS and if he starts joking about roofies that unfortunately means he likes you. Surprisingly not a drinker given his hair-trigger temper, Wallace prefers club drugs and is very casual about being hooked on amphetamines, definitely not above buying adderall from teenagers despite being 30-something--very "Hello fellow youths" at whatever party he's crashing.

While not a remotely capable puppeteer, Wallace's favorite prop is an antique, one-of-a-kind ventriloquist dummy that he found for dirt cheap in a Midwestern pawn shop--for whatever reason, the dealer was eager to get rid of it, probably because its lifelike venom-green eyes and chipped red smile are incredibly creepy. The fans love when he hauls out Jude Wood's paint-splattered trunk because that means things are about to get extra vulgar--one legendary show that may still circulate as a grainy recording on weird websites veered into x-rated territory when Wallace, high on ecstasy and having just hit an audience member's meth pipe, used Jude's hand to masturbate to a spectacular finish (and applause). Ever since that performance Wallace has felt an attachment to Jude that surpasses anything he's felt for a possession, animal, and honestly most people--"agalmatophilia" isn't a word in his vocabulary but that's precisely what it is; MDMA is a funny drug. Because he acquired the puppet while on tour across the pond he gives it a "stupid Yank accent" (a raspy, poor approximation of my Jimmy's voice) that he only seems to be able to do when he's actually holding Jude; regardless of in-universe gags if I ever actually write something terrible with this man, Jude is a completely inanimate object* being subjected to one-sided conversations and Wallace should probably lay off the ketamine (which he regularly stores inside of Jude, along with other drug paraphernalia, a skin mag and a balisong).

Being Mundane Human AU, while a transgressive, ornery, destructive, nasty bastard, Wallace Punch is not a murderer, doesn't pose any particular threat to animals (outside of yelling at his flatmate's dog Jamesy whenever it gets in his room) and will actually take "no" for an answer (which happens a lot). Other than the Obligatory Puppetfuckery and likely exhibitionism (as is the case with everyone who pursues fame) I'm not sure what he's into, nothing illegal or deadly though. In another departure from the usual bullshit he doesn't have any body-image issues or particularly weird ideas about gender roles, you know, beyond typical male misogyny--sometimes he wants to wear a fuckin dress because it's cute, doesn't make him anything other than a dude in a dress. He also has shitty stick-n-poke tattoos and self-done piercings but I haven't decided what those are yet.

Is this just an excuse to explore an explicitly British and extra-pathetic version of Wallace? Probably.

* Although. Wouldn't It Be Funny If this actually takes place in the same Unfamiliar timeline where Jimmy ends up besting Slappy, who goes permanently dormant after he dies as intended, and Wallace Punch really is Mr Wood reincarnated as a human with no memories of his past life, forever fated to seek out the custom-built partner unable to return his affections. That's such an unnecessary tangle in the narrative lemniscate. How fitting for a hagfish. Sure why not.

#not exactly #meaty wally #wallace the entertainer #an au for an au? sure why not! #character notes #self indulgent as fuck #this whole premise is hilarious to me i do kind of want to write something extra awful #out of character #doodle

[1apiwe]

‘Slaves, be obedient to your human masters with fear and trembling, in sincerity of heart, as to Christ.” — New Testament, Ephesians 6:5-8.

Somewhat improbably, slavery is in the news: the Dutch prime minister has apologised for his nation’s role in carrying it out, and the state of California is considering paying reparations to the descendants of enslaved persons. Do such things have meaning for South Africa and South Africans?

Just before Christmas 2022, Mark Rutte made news (probably the first time in many years that a Dutch prime minister has made international headlines) when he offered a formal apology for his country’s “slavery past”.

In so doing, he acknowledged that the legacy of slavery continued to generate “negative effects”, even if the Dutch had officially outlawed slavery in their possessions in 1863. Slavery had ended in the Netherlands itself some years earlier.

In his apology, Rutte said: “For centuries under Dutch state authority, human dignity was violated in the most horrific way possible… And successive Dutch governments after 1863 failed to adequately see and acknowledge that our slavery past continued to have negative effects and still does. For that, I offer the apologies of the Dutch government.”

Rutte offered his thoughts in a speech at the country’s National Archives, in response to the 2021 report, “Chains of the Past”, issued by the Dutch Slavery History Dialogue Group.

“For centuries, the Dutch state and its representatives facilitated, stimulated, preserved, and profited from slavery. For centuries, in the name of the Dutch State, human beings were made into commodities, exploited, and abused,” Rutte went on to say. 

He added that slavery must be condemned as a “crime against humanity,”  — a view very few would disagree with in our own time — even though it still persists in various forms, in practice, if not with de jure legal protection. Even now, it persists in the shadows in various Western nations, despite its officially illegal status.

Rutte acknowledged he had experienced a personal “change in thinking” about slavery and that he had been wrong to have thought the Netherlands’ role in perpetuating the practice was “a thing of the past.” 

In his remarks, Rutte added, “It is true that no one alive now is personally to blame for slavery. But it is also true that the Dutch State, in all its manifestations through history, bears responsibility for the terrible suffering inflicted on enslaved people and their descendants.” Now that is certainly not the kind of public statement one hears routinely from a nation’s leader.

‘Profited greatly’

Discussing this public apologia, CNN noted that the Netherlands had “profited greatly from the slave trade in the 17th and 18th centuries; one of the roles of the Dutch West India Company was to transport slaves from Africa to the Americas. The Dutch didn’t ban slavery in its territories until 1863, though it was illegal in the Netherlands. 

“Dutch traders are estimated to have shipped more than half a million enslaved Africans to the Americas, Reuters reports. Many went to Brazil and the Caribbean, while a considerable number of Asians were enslaved in the Dutch East Indies, which is modern Indonesia…” 

We should add to that sad litany that the first shipment of 20 enslaved persons from Africa brought to North American soil had been carried by a Dutch-flagged ship. In 1619, the ship’s captain sold his human captives to the English settlers in their new colony of Virginia.

Read more in Daily Maverick: Year 1619, the birth of America’s original sin (and the founding of the nation) 

That date has recently provided a name and core idea for the New York Times’ “1619 Project” discussing the legacies of slavery — an effort that has given rise to a growing public debate about the way American history is being presented in schools. 

And that, in turn, has merged with an increasingly acrimonious national debate over the ideological values of “critical race theory”, a stalking horse for other political agendas.

SA slavery largely ignored

Interestingly, in all the reporting of Rutte’s thoughts on slavery, virtually no media reports — internationally or in South Africa — noted South Africa’s strong historical connection to the fact of that trafficking of enslaved humans by the Dutch. 

Queried about it, a Dutch diplomat explained, “I think he started with the communities that are most represented in Dutch society and some of whom are still part of the Kingdom. Their numbers of enslaved are also greatest. Hundreds of thousands. I am sure they will turn to the east and south too, Indonesia, Sri Lanka, South Africa, etc.”  

Rutte’s statement also seems to have elided around the truth of the ubiquitousness of slavery historically — beyond that perpetrated by his own nation in the past — as something once found throughout most of the world. That observation could lead one to the question of why more governments (whose nationals and institutions were similarly deeply implicated in the slave trade) have not offered apologias for their roles in condoning, supporting or promoting slavery. 

One answer to that may well be that such statements could conceivably open the gates to waves of claims for restitution and reparations on behalf of descendants of all those slaves — or even on behalf of those societies whose members, taken prisoner, had been unable to survive their arduous journeys into captivity. (Historians estimate that perhaps a third of all enslaved persons had died en route to their destinations.)

Meanwhile, British actor Benedict Cumberbatch is now coming under pressure for a personal demonstration of remorse (and presumably reparations) because his ancestors had become wealthy by owning a plantation on Barbados in the West Indies that had used enslaved labour — and was later compensated by the British government when slavery was abolished across the British empire.

Slavery across human history

Of course, slavery was not just something conjured up by the Dutch East and West Indies Companies — or by the other European nations engaged in this practice. As a socioeconomic fact, it stretches back across human history. 

There are all those biblical references to slavery, sagas of people taken captive and then forced into lives of slavery, and even the way destitute persons sometimes surrendered themselves into slavery because of unpayable debt. 

Greek and Roman classical literature is also replete with discussions and descriptions of slaves and slavery. This even includes the relatively rare individuals who had been slaves but who had then been able to transcend their circumstances in purchasing or gaining freedom because of esteemed service to those who had owned them, or via earnings from their labour elsewhere. 

Naturally, the images of slaves (often serving as gladiators) in the Classical world has become a staple of films and novels such as Quo Vadis, Ben Hur, and Spartacus, as well as the more recent cinematic epic, Gladiator. But there have been yet more recent examples of slavery, even after the movement towards its abolition in the 19th century. 

Consider the use of slave labour by Germany and Japan during World War 2 (forcing those labourers to build weapons in underground factories or to construct roads and railways through jungle terrain), or the incarcerated millions sentenced to the Soviet prison camps, or all those persons still being trafficked across borders and illegally forced into contemporary versions of slavery as sex workers or indentured labourers in barely reimbursed, unending factory toil.

Back to the Netherlands

But let us circle back to the context of Prime Minister Rutte’s statement. 

Forty years ago, this writer visited an exhibition of paintings and artefacts from the rise of the Dutch commercial empire in the 17th and 18th centuries. One of the paintings showed the family of a Dutch merchant stationed on the small Japanese island of Deshima located in the harbour of the city of Nagasaki. Japan’s ruling shogunate had sealed off all foreign access to Japan from the beginning of the 17th century for hundreds of years, save for one trading station on that island, operated by the Dutch East Indies Company (the VOC). The trading station soon became a commercially valuable spot to source such things as porcelain and silk. 

In the picture, standing behind the family seated formally on their chairs, in the shadows of the composition, there was the family’s “servant,” a dark-skinned woman with a distinctly Southeast Asian cast to her skin and facial features. That would not have been unusual. Many VOC officials had profitable postings in the VOC’s holdings in territories that were part of the company’s rapidly expanding rule throughout the islands of what became the Dutch East Indies, prior to their assignment to Deshima. And those officials would almost certainly have had indentured individuals or slaves as part of their households.

Over time, that “Dutch seaborne empire” increasingly included trading stations and territories on islands all across the Indonesian archipelago, as well as on the islands of Formosa and Sri Lanka, trading forts in India, control over northeastern Brazil with its prosperous sugar cane plantations, various islands in the Caribbean Sea, the territory of Surinam in South America, the small settlement of what became New York City, and, of course, that refreshment station of Cape Town, as well as forts in West Africa. Those forts were for the purpose of acquiring human captives from surrounding territories, via trade for such things as iron tools, cloth (Javatex, as it came to be called since it imitated Javanese batik), copper wire, and, of course, alcoholic spirits like gin.

But beyond the Dutch presence in West Africa, there were other European slave trading forts along the African coast operated by the French, Spanish, Portuguese, Brandeburgers and Danes, all designed for the purpose of obtaining captives and sending them on to colonial territories — enforced, involuntary, and lifetime labour crucial for the success of plantations and in mines.  Stowage of a British slave ship, Brookes (1788). (Image: Wikipedia)

There was an unrelenting demand for such labour — ultimately numbered in the millions over several centuries — because enslaved persons had the habit of dying from the brutal treatment they received, from illness and poor nutrition, from punishment inflicted on them for rebellions, or simply from their succumbing to despair over their baleful and unfathomable circumstances.

Meanwhile, over centuries, a growing share of the indigenous populations of the Dutch possessions in the East Indies, most especially on the densely populated island of Java, endured what became a quasi-slavery-style existence without being removed from their homeland. 

They were compelled to raise valuable crops such as rice, pepper, and sugarcane for forced delivery to the Dutch at undervalued prices. Moreover, they were also required to provide unpaid corvée labour to build or repair roads, canals, harbours, and other infrastructure. This treatment was not quite slavery, but the difference was often more semantic than real.

Rutte’s confession about the iniquities of slavery might just as easily have been issued in the name of the successor rulers of Spain, Portugal, France, Denmark, England, the Ottoman Empire and the Barbary states along the North African littoral from Morocco to Egypt, Brandenburg, the still more complex case of the Belgian king’s personal control of the Congo River basin, and the governments of the southern half of the United States. 

But there is also the legacy of the Omani sultanates strung out all along the East African coast (more on that later). There is also the less often discussed role of African kingdoms which were, themselves, complicit in this trafficking of humanity, as they obtained captives via warfare or through something approaching a trade in human flesh and then sold their captives to the conveyers of those enslaved persons on to their dismal fates elsewhere.

The Cape

To this litany we must now add the enslavement by the Dutch of people from as far afield as Angola, Mozambique, Bengal, Madagascar, Sri Lanka, and all across Southeast Asia who were then brought to the Cape and who, over time, together with the surviving original inhabitants of the region — the Khoi-san — gradually became the people now usually referred to as the Coloured people. (That term is now an increasingly contested one, with the word “Camissa” offered in its place. Camissa is the creolised form of ǁkhamis sa, meaning “place of sweet waters,” the Khoi people’s name for Cape Town in Kora, one of the languages of the Cape.) These individuals and their descendants were held in bondage until the end of slavery at the Cape in 1834. 

The Byzantines, Ottomans and Russians

Moreover, while some European nations were not part of the African and Southeast Asian networks of capturing persons to enslave them, they nevertheless also had their own histories of human commerce. From early in the existence of those statelets that eventually coalesced into Russia by around the 11th century, the capture and transport of enslaved persons to the Byzantine capital of Constantinople or further to the East was a staple of their commerce.

This was in addition to the more usual traffic of furs, precious metals, timber, and amber. The successor to the Byzantines, the Ottomans, carried on this practice with other conquered peoples such as the Circassians of the Caucasus Mountains region, or from tribes beyond the formal reach of their sovereignty.

Once Moscovy/Russia became a more centralised political system by the 17th century, the legal position of peasant farmers was increasingly circumscribed into legal, lifetime serfdom in which labour was owed to nobility and landowners and where their status became hereditary. Eventually, this ran counter to a tendency across much of Europe in curtailing peasant serfdom, especially in areas controlled by the Napoleonic system by the beginning of the 19th century. Russian serfs were legally released from their hereditary status in 1863, but, for many, their real circumstances changed very little.  

The Americas

In the Americas, while many of the new republics abolished slavery following their independence from Spain, and even after Haiti’s successful slave revolt against the French in the beginning of the 19th century, the circumstances for the enslaved (or formerly enslaved) on the Caribbean islands that continued as colonial possessions remained bleak. 

In Brazil, moreover, where more captives had been transported to than any other place in the hemisphere, legal slavery was only abolished in 1888, over half a century after the country itself had become independent from Portugal. After emancipation, however, the circumstances of Brazil’s black inhabitants did not magically change for the better, as most black Brazilians continued to remain poor and landless.

Meanwhile, in the United States, the extension of slavery into new territories (and then the possibility of the institution being abolished entirely) became the proximate cause of the American Civil War that ran from 1861 to 1865. 

This past New Year’s Day marked the 160th anniversary of President Abraham Lincoln’s “Emancipation Proclamation.” This presidential decree said slavery in those states in revolt was now over, even though there was as yet little ability to enforce this until the territory of the Confederate states came under the control of federal troops. It was not until the passage of the 13th amendment to the constitution that slavery as a whole was abolished in national law. 

As President Joe Biden said the other day in his commemoration of Abraham Lincoln’s announcement, “The Emancipation Proclamation became an inspiration to thousands of Americans who celebrated all across the Nation that New Year’s Day long into the night. Afterwards, every Union victory became a greater sign that justice could conquer injustice, that freedom would triumph over bondage, and that the battle cry of our Nation was freedom and justice for all.”

Of course, the struggle for actual equality remains incompletely achieved, and there remain shadowy areas where conditions are not much different from indentured servitude. These include individuals trafficked into illegal working conditions from outside the country, or even legally incarcerated persons who, at least in Louisiana, are dispatched on work parties where the prisoners receive no compensation for their labours. 

Restitution

This brief, bleak survey of the history of enslavement leads us on to the question of how or what kind of restitution is now possible, given there are no individuals alive now who were specifically and individually victims of state-sanctioned formal slavery. 

But wait a minute: there is this astonishing story. A half-decade ago, the very prestigious (and very exclusive and expensive) Georgetown University came face-to-face with the deeply uncomfortable realisation that their institution had been complicit in selling over 200 enslaved persons from the school’s farm in Eastern Maryland on to the far more brutal sugarcane plantation landscape of Louisiana. The funds thus raised had staved off the school’s imminent bankruptcy. 

Confronted with this deep moral dilemma about the school’s history, and in the face of genealogists who had been tracking down the descendants of those slaves, the school’s management has been wrestling with how to make restitution to the actual, identified descendants of those former slaves and the university’s behaviour.

Now there are efforts on the part of at least one US state to move towards a form of reparations to individuals who can show direct descent from previously enslaved persons.

As the New York Times reported late last year, “In the two years since nationwide social justice protests followed the murder of George Floyd, California has undertaken the nation’s most sweeping effort yet to explore some concrete restitution to Black citizens to address the enduring economic effects of slavery and racism.

“A nine-member Reparations Task Force has spent months travelling across California to learn about the generational effects of racist policies and actions. The group, formed by legislation signed by Gov. Gavin Newsom in 2020, is scheduled to release a report to lawmakers in Sacramento next year [2023] outlining recommendations for state-level reparations.”

The report went on to say, “While the creation of the task force is a bold first step, much remains unclear about whether lawmakers will ultimately throw their political weight behind reparations proposals that will require vast financial resources from the state.”

Whether or not any such a plan ultimately is adopted by California — or by any other states — the question remains of how far such a movement for restitution or reparations could extend to the larger African diaspora, or others taken into involuntary servitude elsewhere (as in the case of South Africans, the descendants of the entire population of slaves officially manumitted in 1834). 

How would such a broad international movement be managed? Who would pay for it from among all the nations involved in the slave trade, and who would qualify? And what should or can be done about any complicity of African states which had sold captives to those who had transported slaves to their destinations from West and East Africa, even as some of their own populations were being similarly treated?

Mozambique, 1910

I want to offer one final personal observation. A dozen years ago, I was contracted by an international humanitarian relief agency to go to the far northern part of Mozambique to document the devastating impact of a series of massive tropical storms. I travelled overland from the regional capital of Nampula to the small city of Angoche, located on the Mozambique coast.

Beyond the storm damage, the town had also suffered from the depredations of a long-running civil war. Once there, however, I discovered Angoche had also been a slave entrepôt — run by a branch of the Omani trading families that had, until the late 19th century, ruled Zanzibar. 

A shocker was that it had been the Portuguese colonial army that attacked and conquered Angoche from its Arab rulers in order to end that traffic in humans — in 1910. Presumably the last fighting to end the international slave trade based in Africa. 

Portugal, of course, was the same nation that had forcibly transported hundreds of thousands of people on to their agonies in Brazil or to plantations on some of the islands in the Atlantic. They, the Portuguese, certainly had not participated in those naval patrols by Britain and the US that had acted against the slave trade, along the West African coast in the 1830s, 40s, and 50s.

Ending slavery in all its manifold forms was (and remains) a moral imperative, just as the vociferous anti-slavery campaigner, William Wilberforce, had asserted to the British parliament over 200 years ago, saying of his conviction, “So enormous, so dreadful, so irremediable did the [slave] trade’s wickedness appear that my own mind was completely made up for abolition. Let the consequences be what they would: I from this time determined that I would never rest until I had effected its abolition.”

Nonetheless, dealing with slavery’s aftereffects and the generational impacts on the African diaspora — and the places their ancestors had been forcibly wrenched from — remains contested space. Even now. DM

#critical race theory #slavery #dutch history #reparación #reperations #mark rutte #netherlands #holland #california

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gotta be honest with y’all i don’t completely agree with the canon for the ANARCHY BERYLS, because they were obviously another way for k.en p.enders to wiggle drug mentions in the comics like he did before ( like for example giving charmy a bestie that died of DRUG OVERDOSE ).

directly from the wiki: the 'downer' after effect of anarchy beryl after its 'boost' is not unlike the effects of powerful real-life illegal stimulants; a massive burn-out that leaves the user helpless.

if i remember correctly there was also something about how they can be ADDICTIVE ( but that might have been a fandom depiction ), but what they do is for sure leave some sort of physical repercussion on the user, which i once again kind of eyeroll at because it pushes the narrative that oooo moebius is evil, and i’ve already said how much i disagree with that. m.ewtwo vc i see now that the circumstances of one's birth are irrelevant it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are and all that.

while the anarchy beryl CAN have an ‘addictive’ effect, it mostly depends on the individual, and is psychological, NOT physical, due to the POWER BOOST they gave to the user. let’s remind everyone the climate moebius is in and how everyone feels utterly POWERLESS and DESPERATE, and you can understand why some would LOVE THE POWER TRIP. however, there are REASONS why the anarchy beryls aren’t widely used in moebius:

THE MINES THE BERYLS ARE LOCATED ARE CLOSED TO THE PUBLIC AND UNDER MASSIVE SURVEILLANCE. of course the king would want his supply preserved, in case anything happens to the storage he has close to him. doing that also completely locked the anarchy beryl market which in a way was a good thing, but the principal reason behind this decision was to CUT ACCESS TO THE PUBLIC.

NOTHING MUCH IS KNOWN ABOUT THE BERYLS. if the chaos emeralds are considered a more ‘ancient’ power, the beryls were just recently rediscovered, since there had been NO NEED FOR THEM for decades. this is also why moebius is full to the brim of them -- because the mines weren’t known by anyone aside the king, and the mines haven’t been exploited for a very long time.

and because not much is known about the beryls and the access to them is so restricted, PEOPLE ARE SCARED OF THEM. seeing those who used it for too long and seeing their state is a warning enough for those less informed to not use the beryls, ad so they are deemed DANGEROUS, and rightfully so, since no one knows how to properly use them. no scientist has done research on them, nor are there any records on them.

while i will have to consult with my brain on that one, i do believe that the anarchy beryls could have the same effects of the chaos emeralds, they just HAVEN’T BEEN USED CORRECTLY since no one knows anything about them. they need a different method of usage than their mobius counterpart but, again, because of lack of research and information, NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO ACTUALLY USE THEM, not even scourge himself. the beryls have the potential to be good, JUST LIKE THE REST OF MOEBIUS CAN.

#𝐌𝐎𝐄𝐁𝐈𝐔𝐒. ✧ ( worldbuilding. // headcanons. ) #𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗻𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗻 ✧ ( ooc. )