#The difference between medicine and poison is in the dose

[deliciousllamalamppandabanana]

[blow-a-kiss-make-a-wish]

[spaceoracle]

Move one inch at a time Don't make shit rhyme Would it be easy to repeat the first line? My mind's not a well; It won't run dry Just keep drinking water and you'll be alright This is paralysis with no time at all to let go

Well don't call me by my full name And all this is temporary It feels much better to know that you won't feel a thing Well don't talk about it; Write it down but don't ask for help I can't be honest with even myself Did you ever wish you were somebody else?

Accomplishments are transient They pulled me in unremittingly Just lasting this long I feel relieved to let repetition save me

Well don't call me by my full name And all this is temporary It feels much better to know that you won't feel a thing Well don't talk about it; Write it down but don't ask for help I can't be honest with even myself Did you ever wish you were somebody else?

Move one inch at a time You'll be just fine Move one inch at a time You'll find… They pulled me in but accomplishments are transient They pulled me in but accomplishments are transient

Well don't call me by my full name And all this is temporary It feels much better to know that you won't feel a thing Well don't talk about it; Write it down but don't ask for help I can't be honest with even myself Did you ever wish you were… Did you ever wish you were… Did you ever wish you were somebody else?

[a-fix-of-muses]

Currently Listening To: "The Difference Between Medicine And Poison Is In The Dose" by Circa Survive

[tragicc]

Source

[littlegoobus]

I feel so deranged I can’t even listen to my playlist anymore without my brain finding ways to make the songs fit the magisterium …… im posting way too much today but I reread iron trial so I’m in the mood idk

[poodledeer]

im serious about listening to cockroach waltz there's serious gender magic imbued in it

[choppingportals-archived]

tag dump (pt. 1)

[nibbelraz]

ive been thinking about the 'mqf finds out sqh is god' thing you said and honestly. i think the best way for it to happen is that someone completely random tells him like 'maybe you should ask sqh for a cure seeing as he made the plant to begin with'. everyone who knew kinda assumed he already did too. this is news to him. tf you mean the most pathetic little meow meow of a martial brother is god. horror violin chord. sqh is already running. adios compadre he knows that the difference between medicine and poison is the dose and believe you him he would make another cure if he could but even 'gods' gotta eat mu-shidi!!!

I AGREE Actually think everyone at An Ding Peak knows very well Shang Qinghua is a God either that he told them or they just worked with him long enough that they went "Hey he DEFINITELY isn't normal" which then spread around towards everyone else and somehow left poor Mu Qingfang out of the loop.

He's unfortunately god, and I don't blame him for what he's going to do to Shang Qinghua once he finds out.

[fandomxo00]

The Grand Delusion - Part 1 - Logan

character: 2014!Logan howlett!AU x human!plus size!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none?

March 10, 2027

Logan was officially moving away from the mansion, he was glad that everyone was back, that they could work as a team. But he wanted more, he's been an X-Men for over 20 years, and though he's lived hundreds of years. These are the years he's going to remember, the most formative and intense two decades. It was a pipe dream to settle down, the few times he had fallen in love, it wasn't reciprocated in the same way. He saw a future with these women and all they saw was a pawn or a toy. He wouldn't be moving far, but rather back up to Maine, only a few hours away and if they needed him there, he would show up. The love he cared for Jean stayed strong all of these years but when he saw her again it wasn't the same. Logan didn't want to do this with someone who didn't want him back. This place gave Logan a lot, a family he thought he would never have, but now it was time to leave the nest, at 155, he was going to try and settle down.

Though fear rushed through him, thinking of Kayla, someone he had forgotten for a long time. Someone that he loved dearly and gave him everything, but she always kept him at arm's length. Letting him in to just push him back out, and she seemed like the perfect women. Could he handle that heartbreak again? He wonders what would happen if she survived, if she would've stayed with him. He doubted that she would've, especially with his memory loss, but a part of him hoped she cared as much for him as he did for her.

This time he was different though, he'd been through a lot, but he had a life to look forward to now. Jean was able to find a cure for the adamantium poisoning that he starting to suffer from. Something that brought the two closer again but even as Jean moved towards him, he couldn't kiss her. This Jean was his Jean, Charles helped regain the memories of this timeline, but it just seemed like a movie rather than his life. So, he rejected her, something he hadn't been able to stop before, but she respected it and continued to help him with treatment. The medicine did stunt his mutation, but if he skipped a dose, he would right back into being normal, though he would start being poisoned again. But it will have given his body enough time to heal as the drug was actively protecting his skin, organs, and muscles, that the time between doses would be painful the longer he waited.

Even though there was hope ahead it was hard for him to stop his thoughts. So, he moved, he started building a house. It took almost a year for him to complete the cabin, getting help from some of the other mutants, and having his friends from his job at his new construction job. Though he'd been saving for years for this fantasy of him building his dream house in the woods, and he finally gotten what he wanted.

But what he truly wanted was a partner, someone to settle down with him. If he had to wait over a hundred years though, would he find her? Or would be bound to spend the rest of his life alone and drunk. The drinking slowed, especially when the timeline changed, but there were still nights where he clutched the bottle. Especially on the nights where he thought about being alone forever. It'd always be a pipe dream, to find a real woman who didn't just want to use him for something. To fill a fantasy, a void, to manipulate and fool him. Logan slept around, don't get him wrong but he made his intentions as clear as day. He knew what it was like to led on and he wasn't going to consciously do that.

November 26th, 2027

Just about halfway through building the house, he had some of the X-Men come down to help him. He'd been camping on the property he bought but it wasn't much for guests, so he took them into town to a local restaurant. The place was nice, it was famous for their burgers and gouda mac and cheese.

Then you walked up to the table, a tablet in your hand as you greeted the table with a smile that reaches your brown eyes. As he looked up at you, he had to do a double take because of your beauty and aura. You were quiet and polite but radiated confidence and happiness, a glow exuding from your face. Your eyes like golden pots of honey that made something stir in his chest. Your waitress outfit, had a name tag, with your name "Nel" and your pronouns, she/her. His eyes trailed down as your outfit clung to your waist and your full hips, he instantly wanted to get to know you. When your eyes landed on him as you were about to take his order, he watched you blink a few times as you swallowed before smiling over at him. God, he could get use to that smile.

Logan had gotten into a routine with his life, going to work, doing chores around the house, taking up different hobbies to fill his time, and coming to eat at your restaurant. He wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable, so held back on the flirting. You blushed when he called you, "Doll." Though it had been a slip of tongue, if he hadn't said that, he wouldn't have known if you would like him back.

Logan had always had confidence, especially in his looks but he didn't know how to just ask you out. He came every so often, though he started coming in on the days you'd happen to be there. But he also learned about the days you didn't work. He felt like a creep, having some crush on a girl much younger than him.

Then again you didn't seem to mind, but maybe you were being polite. When Logan came in on a Thursday evening he expected to see you but he only saw your boss, Ruth and your other coworker, Ashley. Ashley came over to the table with a pin pad in her hand. 

"Is Nel not working today?" Logan asked, not looking at the woman as he questioned but met her gaze afterwards.

"She's out sick." Ashley replied, a smile curving on her lips. "Ya know she's got a big crush on you."

"Does she know?" He smiled. 

"Yeah and she's not gonna make the first move." She continued.

"You know her well?"

"She's my best friend. Don't tell her I said anything she'll kill me." Ashley grinned.

"My lips are sealed." 

"Now what do you want?"

[1donteat1restrict]

AŃA/3D songs

put your songs in the comments

note: some of these songs are explicitly about 3Ds

1. skinny by rebzyyx

2. blood on my docs by h3artcrush

3. hip bones by punkinloveee

4. thigh gap by ratrace90210

5. carmen by lana del rey

6. sippy cup by melanie martinez

7. orange juice by melanie martinez

8. creep by radiohead

9. restoration of the neglected by rebzyyx

10. i hate my emotions by rebzyyx

11. black bathing suit by lana del rey

12. 4 morant by com truise

13. 13 by h3artcrush

14. i luv being skinny by zeija

15. reality tv by punkinloveee

16. beauty’s pain but im gorgeous by horrormovies

17. nothing lasts 4ever by rebzyyx

18. yellow by coldplay

19. girl of my dreams by guti

20. things to do by alex g

21. sextape by deftones

22. pretty when you cry by lana del rey

23. 4st 7lb by manic street preachers

24. she is suffering by manic street preachers

25. you get me so high by the neighborhood

26. transgender by crystal castles

27. void by melanie martinez

28. no one here by kensuke ushio

29. the difference between medicine and poison is the dose

30. pretty cvnt by swrslt

31. cigarettes out the window by tv girl

32. nintendo 64 by alex g

33. diet mountain dew by lana del rey

34. i don't hate my body im just afraid of it by mallrat

35. precious by Depeche Mode

36. diet coke by leanna firestone

37. pennyroyal tea by Nirvana

38. ugly by the smashing pumpkins

39. you're no one by somburd

40. let me get what i want by deftones

41. let it go by the neighborhood

42. hunger by Florence + the machine

43. skeleton appreciation day by will wood

44. cynical skin by get scared

-omg i didn't think people would see this again 😱-

[miharuki]

May I request, Dark Link with an reader who is like Shinobu from (Demon Slayer?)

Ah! I feel like watching Demon Slayer again! Just a reminder, my English isn't perfect! (It's not my native language) Anyway... Your wish is my command!!

(fight, mention of fighting, poison, and dink being a "pervert")

𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕷𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝕾/𝕺 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖔𝖇𝖚

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍

Knowing Dark Link, I believe if he had a significant other with Shinobu's personality, it would be quite different to witness.

He's practically a being of shadows, a demonic entity made from the negative aspects of the original Link, so having someone with a "calm" personality would be quite novel.

Let's say he gets easily irritated, with your "calmness" and intelligence, it would be a bit easier to persuade him, as he would see you as someone innocent, pure would be the right word, especially if you maintain the calmness and have Shinobu's personality.

If you had Shinobu's fighting skills (especially with a sword), he would likely find it quite interesting. Certainly, he might deliberately put you in the midst of monsters just to watch you fight.

I believe he's a bit sadistic and masochistic, so fights between you two could happen, obviously followed by reconciliations. It would be like a sword fight where when both of you end up on the ground, there's already a hint of romance.

Talking about romance, I firmly believe that Dink would be a kind of half-pervert, not in the cliché sense, but in the sense that he could look at you lasciviously at any moment, as if ready to pounce, like prey, and when I say any moment, I mean any moment!

Imagine you're in a fight, and he's watching, or maybe you're both fighting. He might think, "Damn, she looks so sexy like that; it's a shame I have to hold back."

If you had Shinobu's medicine, I imagine Dink would be interested only in the poisons. I think he would add small doses of poison to your wine for both of you to drink. It might be something romantic from his perspective! Just imagine, drinking poison with your lover while having dinner and wine – it's simply "romantic" in his view!

I think he desires your loyalty. In the poison scenario, if he suspects betrayal or any wrongdoing, I can imagine him putting a larger dose of poison in your cup than usual, waiting to see what happens. Remember, if you were a traitor in any sense, whether in the relationship or siding with the so-called "despicable" green hero, he would be quite vigilant.

In summary, Dink would highly appreciate an S/O with Shinobu's personality, especially if you have something against heroes. However, if your opposition is directed towards demons... let's just say it would be more of an "Enemies to Lovers" situation rather than a straightforward "Lovers Turned Adversaries" or a rough romance, call it what you will.

Ahem... your legs would be sore after the fight... ahem... and not because of the battle... marks on your neck, love bites, bites, and... you all beaten up... ahem... he would love to make you a bit foolish... ahem.

[lullabyes22-blog]

Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO - Ch: 27 - Progress

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"She is no such thing." Silco’s half-smile shades. "But thank Kindred she has good taste."

Thank Kindred, too, she hasn't a taste for patricide.

The past weeks, she's kept Silco on tenterhooks. His bruises and blows were all but healed thanks to a dosage of Shimmer. But his private life was a wreckage with no end in sight. After the disastrous confrontation with Vi, Jinx had barred him entry into the Aerie. Stayed holed up there day and night, with Magnus guarding the staircase. The workshop door was always bolted. Her path seldom crossed Silco's. If she deigned to communicate with him, it was through the rare stickynote left on the kitchen counter. On the rarer occasions they were together for a public engagement, her smoldering glares made for dark quarter hours and darker quarters. Sometimes Sevika would subtly interpose her body between father and daughter, as if to thwart an assassination.

Silco didn't pretend Jinx wasn't a ticking timebomb. But he couldn't blame her, either.

He'd tried countless times to talk to her. Lurked by the Aerie, hoping to waylay her when she came out. Left her favorite dishes outside. Passed envelopes under her door. It made no difference. Jinx never made an appearance. The food stayed untasted. The envelopes were returned. Her room at the penthouse suite remained empty.

She couldn't forgive him for keeping her in the dark about Vi. Treating her like a child. Worse than that—a jinx to be sidelined, suckered, hoodwinked.

Lied to.

Her initial shock had, in the passing days, blackened into rage, and then hardened into a bitterness so profound that it verged on cold war. The first week, she'd been possessed by those sharp-toothed childhood chimeras that, for so many blessed weeks, had stayed dormant. Burned half the furniture in Silco's study: three Ionian paper lamps, a month's worth of cigars, and a reading chair he was particularly fond of.

Subsisting on nightmares, she no longer slept, and instead covered half the walls in his headquarters with a tiny, jagged script he recognized as presaging a psychotic break: LiArlIArLIarlIaRLIarRIeliAr. He'd found her, eventually, on the rooftop, smudged in glowpaint and streaked with tears. He'd dropped to his knees beside her. But Jinx had screeched and shrunk away, huddling into a ball.

When Silco touched her, she lashed out—protectively, spitefully, aggressively.

The crew weren't spared, either. For playing complicit cogs in Silco's scheme, they'd each been given a dose of the same medicine. Sevika's brand-new arm had malfunctioned in a shower of sparks two days after the incident. Lock was hit with a bout of violent food poisoning that turned out to be barium salts; he spent the rest of the week getting his stomach pumped. Ran came home to find their apartment overrun by a horde of sump-rats. Dustin was struck out of nowhere with a brick that nearly split his jaw; as it was, he was lucky not to lose any teeth. Lockjaw followed within a few hours.

They could each laugh about it now. But beneath the humor, they were terrified. For months, Jinx's moods were on an even keel. Now she'd relapsed into violent mania. Silco knew they dreaded the worst. That she'd turn on them all, tear apart the entire operation.

Destroy everything they'd rebuilt.

Silco dreaded it too. Mostly: he mourned. Jinx’s breakdowns were his personal failure. And the more she suffered, the more he suffered in turn, a sense not just of unworthiness but worthlessness.

Because they are family. All the family each of them has.

Then Vi ripped them apart with a single blow.

AO3 - Forward, But Never Forget/XOXO

FFnet - Forward, But Never Forget (XOXO)

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[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

A YO chapter 2 just dropped HAPPY IDES OF MARCH 🔪🔪🔪

I hope you'll love it as much as I do 💖

God help me I haven't slept for 34 hours

Chapters: 2/2

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Valentino/Vox (Hazbin Hotel)

Characters: Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Valentino (Hazbin Hotel), Velvette (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne | Morningstar

Additional Tags: Angst, Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Recreational Drug Use, Character Study, Light BDSM, Love Confessions, Misscommunication, Demon Sex, Nasty evil men, Power Play, Switch Vox, Switch Valentino, mentions of abuse, Panic Attacks, References to Depression, they are not dating, Vox's backstory, Mental Breakdown, they are in love your honor, Valentino tries his best, He's still a bastard tho, Weird saliva and smoke stuff, Valentino & Velvet & Vox Friendship (Hazbin Hotel), Vox is Bad at Feelings (Hazbin Hotel), Valentino is okay at feelings?, Velvette needs a break, They Are In Hell For A Reason, Trauma, No beta we die like Adam, Alastor & Valentino relationship, Alastor is in Hell for a Reason (Hazbin Hotel), Blood Kink, Erotic Electrostimulation

Summary:

The difference between poison and medicine is in the dose.

How close Vox can get to Valentino before it kills him?