#<- for the mention of oding

[sw-x-rm]

this feels like every dph overdose I've experienced multiplied by 10 holy fucking shit

minus the crippling anxiety but like it's still bad

[chrisrin]

THIS HAS TO BE REFRENCING THE CURSES LAST LIFE ANIMATIC RIGHT!!

(third paragraph!!)

WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT

[the-forestry-system]

you're immune from ALL reblog bait now

[incorrectly-quoting-murderdrones]

Lizzy: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river.

Uzi: Wrong. I look like a cool rock star who just OD’d in their own pool. Big difference.

[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

the wonders of an adhd: i still regularly forget my qpp's birthday despite knowing her for almost two decades, but 10+ years ago i memorized the lyrics of the ode to joy in german (i language i don't speak) and i can still sing them at the slightest provocation.

[pistachi0art]

doesn’t matter anymore 💊

[starry-bi-sky]

catch me looking up nightingale symbolisms for tales of the passerine. if danny's using the name of a songbird for a hero name, regardless of familial connections, i will utilize the symbolism tied to the bird. Anyways general gist of the nightingale symbolism i've seen, other than what wikipedia told me, is that nightingales were frequently symbolisms of spring renewal, loss/death, love, etc. catch me about to incorporate music into Danny's character

[statementlou]

I don’t understand why the hotel didn’t call an ambulance, the first time Liam came down acting erratic and passing out/convulsing. that’s clearly a medical issue?? like I know it was drug and alcohol induced but that’s still a medical issue and they should have called whatever the Argentina equivalent of 911 is. I wonder if they would have handled it differently if he had been sober and was still passing out/acting strange. it makes me think it’s some stigma thing surrounding substance abuse. so sad and tragic and could have been prevented in many different ways

I agree; both that they should have handled it SO differently (and treated it as the medical issue it clearly was at that point) and that the stigma of intoxication was absolutely why they didn't. It's so fucking sad.

[dumbnotstupidfuck]

my fave way to put the canon dynamics of husk & alastor and val & angel into a human au is alastor and val stepping into their respective situations and essentially saving their lives

alastor steps in when husk gambles away his money and fails to repay the debt he owes a mobster and val finds the disowned black sheep of a mob family coked out in a gutter on the verge of an od.

instead of any kind of literal contract, angel and husk just have to live with the fact that these two horrible people saved their lives and will hold it over them forever

[driftbit]

I was talking to a professor on the train home this week and asked her if she was reading anything interesting, and among the things she listed she said, “A book by a german book reviewer from the 1800s; I’m unfamiliar with everything he’s reviewing, but he has such a captivating style,” and I KNOW we all joke about online needing a 1-4 hour long video essay on a topic we know nothing about on a piece of media we will never consume and we think that sounds ridiculous but IT’S SO NOT!!!! THAT’S STYLE BABY!!!! if someone’s style of speaking captivates you and entertains you, that in itself is entertaining and FUN AND GOOD!!!!! this weird little experience, it isn’t a lonely internet one, however much it might feel like that in our little echo chamber. others do the same thing, not everything has to be engaged with on an intellectual level, not everything has to be an essay or a debate, sometimes things can just be STYLE BABY!!!!

[morgsdrew]

**long Rp entry**

Yes, Morgan has asked for him to come over. And yes, he's promised that he was on the way. He's also promised to look after Morgan. But sometimes, having the double identity as a superhero, means that you have to push back promises a little. He even thought about texting Morgan that he'd be late, or to apologize for canceling. But judging by the time, he could reasonably claim that he got held up by traffic, or by an attempted train robbery.. Whatever sounds more believable in Gotham yeesh.

All this to say, Conner knew he was late. But he was here *now* and he was planning to make the most of what time they have left of the day, to be honest, he's still not sure what's really up. That cryptid request from Jacyn sounded more serious than a twisted ankle, or maybe Tim's paranoia is just rubbing off on him.

Conner knocked on Morgan's door. And waited. And waited. And knocked some more. "Mo?" he called from outside. "Morgan? I'm sorry I'm late, I got heldup on the way. Can you open the door?" he asked again, louder this time. And nothing. And suddenly, Conner had this sinking feeling, and twisted the knob open himself, with no care to the finger-shaped dents he left behind.

"Morgan!?"

@conner-kent-central

Morgan’s tired.

She had never been tired like this before and Morgan doesn’t know what to do. Things happened, more issues were formed, and everything just started to spiral down too fast, she couldn’t control it.

And Morgan threw out her meds out impulsively. She doesn’t need it. It doesn’t work.

Running away and going out as Carnival was her form of escape. When she twisted her ankle, she lost that.

At worst, she thought she might fall back into bad habits. Not feel empty as she sat in her bedroom everyday. Morgan had never felt so trapped in her own safe space before and it was the worst feeling she could feel, she wished to scratch it away.

And sleeping was getting harder to reach.

Ani and Vice were over at some point, Morgan thought they could ease her. It wasn’t help but it was company while Jacyn her moms were away. It didn’t help. Conner was her last try, he was supposed to come over like Jacyn promised but he never came like Jacyn did.

It wasn’t intentional, she supposed. One pill to help to sleep. One more for good measure. But sleep never came. And Morgan was tired, she just wanted to rest and she was desperate.

By the time Conner came, Morgan was far from conscious and her heart beat was too slow.

[its-gettin-weird]

"People are creatures who cant live without loving someone. But since they're creatures who can't love something that's strange or revolting, then by process of elimination, they can't live without loving something they can love."

It's her. The meat woman.

tbh, I don't really know anything about her asides from the stuff that I read on her wiki / Birth of Authority from Wish document and stuff that people in the fandom have said about her, so idk how accurate this would be to her lol but I think I have a gist for what her deal is XD

For Capella, I was going for a kind of butcher aesthetic, but with some touches of demon / dragon elements because iirc she transforms into a dragon at some point (also I think she already has a demonic vibe to her + just... how she is in general), and she 'butchers' people's bodies into grotesque shit. That's also the reason why her weapons are meat cleavers, to go with the whole 'butcher' theme. I also wanted to have a sort of clashing of cutesy / risqué elements in her outfit to go with the contrast of her appearance versus her personality, hence the ruffles + bows in her outfit paired with the latex top, gloves, and pencil skirt. I had no idea what to do with her at first, because her outfit in canon is literally just. A bikini. And some other shit. Aside from a color scheme I had no real 'theme' to go off of, just scantily clad outfit. I was at first gonna go for something like a mad nurse / surgeon vibe cause of how she alters people, but being a butcher just fits so much better for her and goes with her vibes really well. Also I think she's been called 'meat woman' in the LN or WN before so it makes sense lol XD

The authority from a wish document basically says that she wants to be loved by everyone and believes that people only love someone's appearance / looks are all that matter, so she wants to make everyone else around her look disgusting so that they only love her, and says her 'wish' is to turn others into something revolting, so that's what she probably wished for, giving her the ability to transform herself and others into whatever she wants.

[antiquatedsimmer]

At last, Lucile felt she was catching her stride with the family’s fast-paced lifestyle. Her days brimmed with purpose, and her work in the vineyard flourished. This year’s garden had yielded a bountiful harvest, She couldn’t help but smile, thinking how proud her father would have been to see her now—rooted in the land, cultivating life with her hands like he did.

Lucile and Nia had built a foundation of trust over long hours in the vineyard. Their partnership deepened with each shared task, and Lucile’s dedication didn’t go unnoticed. Her promotion came as a welcome surprise. Nia granted her access to more of the closely-guarded recipes, teaching her the intricate tricks of bottling and blending.

In a bold move to expand their reach, Lucile struck a deal with Nia to sell a portion of their wine at a market stall in town. It was an exciting venture, though the first few weeks proved discouraging. Chestnut prided itself on its wine culture, yet the stall saw little traffic. Even the few customers who approached seemed distracted, their minds elsewhere. Lucile sold only the cheapest bottles, unable to garner interest in their finer vintages.

It wasn’t until Lucile finally got her hands on the weekly newspaper that she and Josephine understood what had gripped everyone’s attention.

The bold headline leaped off the page: TITANIC SINKS! The article detailed the tragic collision with an iceberg in the Atlantic, claiming the lives of over 1,000 passengers.

“Absolutely horrid!” Josephine gasped, her voice trembling as her eyes darted over the text. “Drowning—what an awful, awful way to go!”

Lucile, equally shaken, tried to console her without diminishing the gravity of the tragedy. Keeping her tone gentle, she said, “It’s horrible, truly. But if it brings you any comfort, most likely the cold claimed them first. Daddy told me when you're that cold you start to feel warm before you drift off to sleep.” Josephine blinked at her, not expecting to hear such a calm response. “That’s not better, Lucile!”

Before Lucile could respond, the sound of their conversation drew a familiar interruption. Rosemary, ever curious, appeared on the porch. “What'cha talk'in about?”

She kept forgetting how little privacy their home afforded with the children’s bedroom window connected to the porch. Josephine crouched to meet their daughter’s wide-eyed gaze, offering a softened explanation before ushering her back inside. The door swung shut with a creak, leaving Lucile momentarily alone in thought.

She rocked gently in the chair, staring out at the horizon. The house, once perfectly snug for their family, now felt cramped and noisy, not to forget this housing was only supposed to be temporary... Nia's own children would need it, and it would be sometime soon given her children were already a few years old before their kids were born.

Lucile had been saving bit by bit through the years in this house and now it was time to put it to use!

Rosemary, Aster and Daisy aged up into children!

[itshype]

Poison Control (DC x DP)

Very often, DC x DP fics have either Lazarus water be ectoplasm or have at least one story beat where a DC character thinks Lazarus water is ectoplasm. And that makes sense! They're both spooky, death-related, green glowing water!

But, you know what else is green, glowing water, and the intellectual property of DC Comics? Venom. A rage-inducing, incredibly addictive, super steroid taken by the villain Bane to give him super strength. In one arc, Batman struggled with a Venom addiction. Yes sometimes it's not glowing green but it's comics, canon is a spectrum.

I know there's a whole plot here where the Bats think Danny is on this dangerous drug but I can't think right now... So, maybe I'll come back to this one?

(Something, something, Jason's mother died due to an OD and if he's already dating Danny....something, something)

[kernsing]

the child from omelas but instead of the city’s survival and happiness being built on the suffering of the child it’s the child’s survival and happiness being built on the suffering of the city. that’s the oldest dream.

[rasazys-ramblings]

Touya: Remember when you didn't try to solve all your problems with abuse? Akito: Stop romanticizing the past.