#TW drugs

[blanc-ci]

Doodles of a bunch of things that me and my roomies have talked about / done ourselves that I drew as the triumvirate

These ones are Not Sober

[arfiend]

Or people trying lasagna after garfield

[isat-comic-studio]

Title: compilafrin

Poster/Creator: @syrupyy on Comic Studio

Date: December 13, 2024

Text transcription in ALT

[elderwisp]

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?: Copperdale, are you FUCKING ready?!

Dan: [ grumbles ] You said that the last three songs.

Icarus: Dan? 

Dan: Hey red.

Icarus: [ chuckles ] Are you here alone?

Dan: Unfortunately.

Syx: Wanna join us? Ares said he was gonna meet us out here after the show. 

Dan: Yeah- Actually. I’ll be back actually, there’s someone I need to find first.

Icarus: You gonna make it back in time?

Dan: I will. Don’t think Ares would forgive me for ditching his set.

-

[ plastic crinkles ]

Atlas: [ internally ] I’ve been here before. No, we’re not talking about being locked in a stall taking a bump off my finger. What? Did you think I’d do it off the toilet? I’d like to think I respect myself. Sometimes. It’s the inevitable route to disappointment. So what did the first time teach me? I remembered running. 

[ footsteps echo in the distance ]

Atlas: It was the most important night of my life so why was I alone?

Rowan: Bunny.

Atlas: [ internally ] But you weren’t alone, were you? [ outloud ] What do I do?

Rowan: Nothin’. I’m gonna make it better.

Atlas: [ internally ] Is that what he said? Doesn't matter. Even if you tried to remember, the past’s no help to you now.

Gum: [ microphone feedback ] Hey, uh, we’re Valentina. [ clears throat ] Cool. Ares, would ya mind starting us out?

Ares: Sure thing.

[gothoffspring]

okay I didn't realize she was so large... I guess I'm a pothead pothead now 💀 but I love my paraphernalia it's all so cute

[justaragdollysblog]

The Sauce That Makes You Stupid

wanted to do a fic about a concept i’ve seen a few people talking about! this fic will contain mentions of drugs and dependencies

if you ever need assistance w something like this or someone to talk to, (800) -222-122 is a hotline! pls stay safe <33

TW: Drug Dependency, Anxiety, Mentions of tripping, Hurt/comfort

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4 days, 96 hours, 30 minutes and 20 seconds.

That’s how long it’s been since the fast food adventure.

That’s how long since Ragatha got the sauce in her eye. How long since she rubbed it in.

She hadn’t been able to relax since.

Sure, relaxation was hardly common in the circus anyways. There was always a slight urgency and alertness, even in the late hours of the night. No one really truly was safe.

But, after the effects wore off, Ragatha told herself it was a one time thing. No big deal. She’d move on, and the whole experience would fade to the back of her mind like all the rest of them.

Then why couldn’t she stop thinking about the sauce?

She was currently in her coquette bedroom, fiddling with her red yarn locks. Her foot was tapping against the floor quietly. She needed to stay moving; but she had no idea why.

Her mind drifted as she recalled the adventure. It was all hazy after that mannequin demanded the burger. The sauce. The sauce that makes you stupid. The sauce that makes you feel like you’re made of electricity when it’s gone.

Ragatha’s eye then drifted to her closet. Truthfully, it wasn’t gone. She had smuggled a bottle in, opting to explain it as ‘horseradish sauce’ to Caine. He didn’t see a problem with it.

She eyed the handle. No, she couldn’t think like that. There was no way she’d look at the stuff again. She was mean to her friends and basically useless on it.

No way. Nope.

Ragatha moved before her mind could catch up with her. She walked over to her closet, and opened the doors. Behind a few dresses sits the bottle.

Just a little, then she’d be done. Just a little bit and she’d never do it again. She shakily reached out for the bottle, holding it as she stared at it.

She raised the bottle over her head, aiming for her eye. She was about to apply pressure, when-

“Ragatha!”

She yelped in surprise and scrambled to try and hide the sauce. The voice belonged to Pomni, who was standing in the doorway with a nervous and concerned expression.

“Pomni! What a surprise! What are you doing here?” Ragatha spoke a little too quickly and a little too frantically. Some of her red yarn hair was sticking out in places.

Pomni eyed her worriedly. “Um, the theme’s about to start. Have you…slept at all?” She asked, uncomfortably shifting her position.

Ragatha blinked. It was already theme time? “Oh, I’m fine! Right as rain, Poms. Just didn’t sleep, you know how it is here!” She forced a smile.

Pomni didn’t miss how her hands seemed to grasp on to anything to fidget, and how her closet door was open. “Right…uh, why’s your closet open?”

Ragatha internally cursed herself for not closing it. “Oh! Just…getting ready for the day. Hard to get prepared without proper clothes!”

Pomni shakily nodded. She knew something had to be up. Ragatha was never this frantic and skittish. However, she surmised, it wouldn’t be solved right now. The gang was waiting and the theme wouldn’t complete without them.

“Well, I guess we better head out to the stage. Maybe we can try to hang out later after the adventure!” She suggested, managing a hopeful smile.

Ragatha hesitated, eyes darting to the closet and back quickly. She could feel something terrifying stitch itself in her threads. Something horrid.

She shook her head, dispelling the thoughts. “Yeah, let’s go.”

She headed out with her, closing the door behind them. She’d be okay. She didn’t even really need it.

She just had to wait until the evening.

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Hi guys! I wanted to try and tackle a different subject matter in this fic! i hope i did an okay job :)))

pls don’t hesitate to reach out if you’re struggling!

reblogs are appreciated! see you guys next time!

[d3vdgrll]

is it bad that i’m sexually attracted to my weed pen

[bisexualenbyblueberry]

DUDE

Ok ok ok so i have so much to say about the parallels (both obvious and not so obvious) and the symbolism and how i want a third arc more than ever and just pretty much everything but i'm basically on the verge of sobbing into my computer screen so all i have to say is that that cake was 100% laced with LSD

[loop-lover-central]

Looplet betrayal

[st4rg1rl1777]

So high I don’t remember taking these at all

[wu-sisyphus-gang]

Weiss: Want a beer?

Jaune: Only water for me. *Drinks from the bong*

[ghostgirlskinzz]

i need moneyyyyyyy :((((

[question-marked]

"I wonder if Roman takes molly, he definitely looks like someone who does. He's all energetic and shit...either that or cocaine."

[cool-retro-term-official]

MDMA For Robots™ side effects might include: 6 bit video adress, 4 bit palette, slowly decreasing register size, 4kb ram, 2kb rom, 4khz clock, and widening in screen's physical depth.

Nah, won't do shit on me ! I'm already hardware-wise older than the CT-80 ! ← clueless robot girl about herself actually running on a 64bit 5GHz 32 cores CPU that's recent as fuck, last NVIDIA gpu with custom manually written driver, 128Gb of RAM, and 1Tb in and NVME disk.

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