#TW; Drugs

[maiuoart]

"Breathe Me In"

Just a personal piece that always has popped up with Mutt

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

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

But, ✨magical smokes✨

[lancedoncrimsonwings]

Research Rabbit-hole Tag Game!

Another day, another made up tag game.

Rules: As writers, we all end up researching random things for our writing. Share the latest thing you've researched for your fic and tell us something you learned!

No Pressure Tags: @aintgonnatakethis @holy3cake + OPEN TAG!

I researched;

Medieval era medicinal/field pain medication

Something I learned;

Willow bark was the origin of aspirin, and it contains both a pain reliever and other chemicals that aid in reducing inflammation.

Poppies are the origin of many modern day pain meds, as they naturally contain opium.

Meds including morphine, codeine and heroin are derived from the poppy plant, even now in modern day. Synthetic versions include methadone.

The drugs formulated from the Poppy plant are highly addictive.

Those given Poppy medication could end up hallucinating, often having vivid dreams as a result of the drug use. (Poppy dreams)

Poppy seeds themselves do not contain much opium, though eating enough of them can cause a positive result if tested for opioid use, such as when they are used in baking.

"Poppy milk" or "poppy latex" is the name for the whitish liquid that comes from the seed pod when cut, and this is what contains opium.

Both the Poppy and Willow Bark are still used medicinally today.

All in all, very useful information for my whumpy as fuck fic in which pain medication derived from plants was a necessity tbh!

OPEN TAG FOR ALL

[ecorca]

Highschool AU CATG. :)

Some bonus Tweek and Craig under the cut!

[shiftingmuse]

Franco Begbie - Open Starter

It was a dead silence sitting there in the cafe, where he hadn't been planning on coming. Begbie had been set up, and he wasn't very fond of those types. His friends weren't being funny by sticking him in a place that wasn't a pub. "Ye've got five minutes, Renton, ur aam fuckin' leavin' ye on yer own!" He says more to himself, as his mate is nowhere to be seen. Making the man feel anxious while he was out of place in such an establishment.

"Fuckin' druggies."

[ajokeformur-ray]

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

[fxckingmoran]

~ @id1eyouth || ❛ am i just high? or am i dying, man? ❜ / from Zach! ~

Sebastian's brow lifts, eyes turning to look over at Zach. He blinks, pulling himself up and moving over to practically straddle the other man. Fingers trace down his jaw, landing on his neck and checking his pulse point. "Relax -" His head dips, drawing Zach into a slow kiss. "You're just high." Free hand drags through Zachary's hair, tilting his head back so he can kiss him again, murmuring against his lips. "Just breathe, you'll be fine."

[ememmerson]

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

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

[ladyimaginarium]

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

this is indigenous intergenerational trauma.

[autobot2001]

Painful Death

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[angelbeamz]

What do you MEAN he shoots up heroin?!

@/anonymous

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

[retrocognizantrecreant]

This is the Quinlan vibe for tonight.

Champagne

Cocaine

Gasoline

And most things in between

[streetlegal1978]

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

[blustering-old-fool]

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

[streetwisetemptress]

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

BOLD all that applies to your muse.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

• SIBLING(S): sister | brother | none

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

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

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

Tagged by: @ocxanbound 💜

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

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

[wrentherainfall]

Look man, it was too perfect not to do, I was obligated to make this-

Anyways another drawing for my little series of dumb doodles, gotta keep the fandom well fed💪💪