#cw implied drugs

[st1mmywimmy]

davesport but they’re getting wasted in the safe room together stimboard

🍊absolutely WASTED davesport stimboard🍆

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[m0th-gh0st]

found some drawings from an old aggie.io I don't think I ever posted

[awetfrog]

respite

[fudgecake-charlie]

to my IRL(s) who keeps sending me disco elysium memes despite the fact i haven't played it in months THIS IS BECAUSE OF YOU. HELP ME. If people have ideas on this AU feel free to have fun with it considering I. have only a few!

[d4k0t442]

I forgot if it was mentioned what the color of the tea was, or if it was even mentioned Dx I'm too lazy to check ;;

[arch-aeology]

he may be a mass murderer, but he pays his damn child support

(tumblr I am begging you not to eat the image quality)

[mildharm]

the b-17’s in superstar (2025) ☆

[butterflyriley11]

I want to be c0ke skinny 😩

[crescenthistory]

heh-the anon who said i js sent my first ask and now this is my second!!!!

ok so....is there anything from the 2K event YOU want to write/expand on? like smt YOU wanna do.....cause this is me telling u to do it <3

i love everything youve written so far and i think you should write smt that you kinda wanna do....if that makes sense....not saying ur not happy abt ALL of the asks-i can tell u love ur readers-but js, smt you want to do yk?

this is SO sweet of you my dearest anon, thank you so so much<33 hahaha it's silly but you make me feel seen, thank you for daring to send asks! proud of you. in general, i want to write more drabbles for the valkyries, but i've also had magical!dealer!remus on my mind lately, so that's what we're going for !

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i will EXPLAIN magical!dealer!remus

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: kind of drugs but it's mostly magical, systemic injustice, wizarding war without casualties

remus who can't get a stable job seemingly anywhere in the wizarding world because he's a registered lycanthrope

despite the fact that he essentially helped save the entire wizarding world with the rest of his friends – most of which were offered honorary positions in the ministry for their efforts

not remus

he was dirt poor, burnt out and pessimistic about life and institutions

james and sirius tried to various extents to help support him financially, but he would not accept it unless he physically had to

he lived with sirius without paying rent but tried his best not to think about it – especially because after the war he couldn't really stand being away from his friends

still:

"i'm not your charity case, prongs, you have a kid to look after"

"i don't want you to use me to pay off your sins sirius"

"i can take care of myself"

i think he would angrily say "fuck this shit" for a while and work in a muggle bookshop in london while

and maybe he would even enjoy the reprieve

but he would quickly feel isolated

in the wizarding world, he feels that he is not fully understood because he's a werewolf, but in the muggle world he has to even hide the fact that he's a wizard

he winds up applying to random jobs in wizarding london again, everything from shopkeeps and waitressing to pharmacies

throughout his life, remus has used a lot of different medications, ranging from potions to muggle medication to various ~herbs for pain relief

and at hogwarts he always made sure he did as well as physically possible to "make up" for being otherwise highly unemployable

he particularly excelled in DADA, potions and herbology, for obvious reasons

at some point when struggling to pay for the super overprized ingredients he need for the next full moon at an official apothecary that had rejected his application weeks prior, i think a bulb would go off in his head

he would more or less run home to sirius and they would have this conversation:

"if i were to start a business, would you sponsor me?"

"i've been trying to shove money down your throat for years moons, you already know this"

"would you be willing to get your money dirty?"

".... go on"

remus pitches this: he opens a "chocolate store" on the outskirts of diagon alley to serve as a front for him dealing various magical and non-magical herbs, potions, medication, drugs. etc.

everything and anything that unconventional wix could need to get through life that's hard to access

whether that be other werewolves, other "half-breeds", those with permanent magical injuries/conditions that the ministry ignores, those with ptsd from the war, etc.

you need to show registrations or prescriptions to get most lycanthropy potions, pain remedies, etc. which makes it hard to get for anyone flying under the radar or too poor for medical documents

not with remus – anyone can come in and ask for anything

thus, a form of dealership

his intentions are 1) be anti-establishment and say f u to the minister 2) supply the people with what they need without the hellish and discriminatory bureaucracy of the ministry

(unless kingsley becomes the minister in this au, in which he would begin working on the problems from the inside while turning a blind eye to remus' endeavors)

i think remus would also have a designated section for helping treat addiction of different sorts

his pitch stretched on for forever but sirius was with him from essentially his first word

"hold up, i need to rope james into this"

james immediately suggests that the front store should be called "moony's delights"

"... i'll think about it"

the front store would serve as a regular chocolate shop to the average bypasser, so there would often be children stopping by getting chocolate

remus would sell regular chocolate – that i imagine marylily help bring to life – to regular customers

but his real services were to the non-regular wix, for which he's got stacks on stacks of alternative chocolates, in addition to his shelves upon shelves of ingredients and potions

i imagine remus fetches most of the ingredients and brews most of the potions himself, utilising all his expertise

for once, he allows his friends to join in because in his mind they're not just helping him but also the greater good

lily becomes his partner who helps with both chocolates and potions

molly prewett/weasley grows some of the herbs lol

sirius and james supply both any legal patents they need to put down to get a shop and then they preemptively set up a team of top notch lawyers for protection

by the time remus gets around to this, one of the best educated lawyers is their dearest order-member emmeline vance who is more than happy to help out

i believe frank longbottom could be her apprentice

the order of the phoenix remained close friends and kept an "it takes a village" mentality to everything, whether that be getting friends back on their feet or raising the little baby phoenixs

(because they fought way too hard to keep this village to not utilise it to its fullest extent)

it takes a while to get the shop up and running efficiently, of course

at first it's something you need to have heard about from a friend, but as it surges in popularity, more and more wix know where they need to go if they need a fix of any kind

within the "underworld" of the wizarding society, i believe word spread the fastest

and perhaps the knowledge that "moony's delights" sold potions and herbs specifically for various "half breeds" may be contained to just this underworld

while more everyday wix know that they can get general pain relief or help chilling the fuck out

there are so many reader insert ideas i have within this au that could be requested

customer!reader would be fun, but so would business partner!reader who is brought in by lily or emmeline and eventually falls in love with remus

in general i think little punk remus lupin would 100% open a semi-secret dealership while the marauders and co protect him

[an-albino-pinetree]

Warnings: Carnival!jax, blood/gore, implied use of painkillers, ‘squeamish’ content: (poking around inside an arm wound)

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He’s very proud of his experimental drug cocktail, be nice /j

[devilboycomic]

The prettiest sinner 🌼

[deadboystims]

ᯓ★ ┊ fluttershy stimboard with related stims and a neutral color scheme

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[rwac96]

So jaune how you get paid yang and neon for being a designated driver

Jaune: "In Lien and snacks."

Yang: *drunk* "Jaunnnne! VB!"

Jaune: "Yang, for the fifth time, I won't let you blow me."

Neon: *high as a kite* "Jaune, I don't wanna scare ya--."

Jaune: "Neon, there are no talking snakes!"

[whumpdrivethru]

Hi can I gut uhhh…whumper getting sick of whumpee’s fighting spirit and drugging them w smth that’ll leave them dazed and euphoric?

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Cw: drugging, captivity, mentions of death, minor sexual implications

Whumper sighed. They hated this. But they had to. They simply had to.

Whumpee's behavior was getting out of hand.

When the two got together, it wasn't much of an issue. In fact, the prospect of having their own little personal serial killer was rather exciting, and they made sure to do everything right.

Whumpee would never hurt them. They knew this. A yandere would kill anyone who hurt their beloved.

But it was clear they were getting closer to that line each day. Each day that went by where Whumpee would try so desperately to escape, to book it out the front door once Whumper got home, weapons somewhere on their body.

Perhaps Whumper needed to rethink this relationship to begin with, but… they couldn't bring themself to. Whumpee was perfect, absolutely stunning, and their capacity for violence was a little endearing considering it was always always out of dedication to their relationship.

They had notified their friends as well as Whumpee's boss that Whumpee had simply come down with a nasty illness that Whumper was taking care of.

As they watched Whumpee kneeling by the reinforced windows, looking out like a lonely dog… they weren't exactly wrong.

“You're staring, darling,” Whumpee said without even looking away.

The blush spread quick, “Sorry…”

Whumpee looked up at them, longingly. “Just one day. I'll be good, I promise. No killings-”

Whumper rolled their eyes, “We both know that's a lie.”

Whumpee glared at their lover with a scowl. “I will get out at some point or another. You can't contain me forever.”

Whumper looked down at them, “You will get out, that's true. You'll only be getting out once I’m certain that you won't kill Friend over the disagreement we had a month ago.”

They'd learned pretty early to keep their complaints low. Whumpee could respect most of their wishes, but sometimes their nature would override their need to keep Whumper happy.

They would only complain about petty things where Whumpee wouldn't waste their energy, or if it was something serious where they really didn't care if the person lived or died.

They'd slipped up a bit ago. And now they had a rabid dog in their house, clawing at the walls to get out.

Whumpee practically growled. “I don't want to hear that bitch's name ever again after what he called you.”

Whumper let out an exasperated sigh. This was not something they were willing to entertain again. Instead, they walked off to the bedroom to leave Whumpee to their sulking.

They picked up a bottle that was for emergency uses only. Usually only when they had wanted to spice up bed time. The liquid inside would make the person who drank it rather pliant, more easy-going and dazed.

Normally, it was just for when they had agreed to try something new but the one on the receiving end was tense.

Now…

They looked at the bottle.

There wasn't really any other way to keep Whumpee happy.

Whumper sighed. They hated this. But they had to. They simply had to.

Making their way to the kitchen, they started on dinner. Whumpee snuck up behind them, startling them a bit with a hug from behind while they watched their love cook.

They had to shove Whumpee off with a laugh so they could take it out of the oven once it was done.

Whumper looked at the cups that had yet to be filled, “what do you want to drink?”

“I think just some milk will do for me.”

They nodded, “Okay I'll get you some. How about you go pick out a movie for us to watch tonight?”

“You got it,” Whumpee responded before giving them a small kiss, picking up the plates, and happily going to the living room.

Whumper took a breath, filling one of the cups with milk and adding in some of the drug. This would be the first time it was ever used without agreement.

They poured themself some water and sat down next to Whumpee on the couch. They put the milk down on the coffee table.

Whumpee pressed play before taking a swig of their milk.

They blinked. They made a weird face, before it turned into a slightly relaxed smile. They drank a bit more before putting it down and picking up their food.

Their eyes were slightly glazed.

“You know, dinner's really good tonight…”

Whumper turned their attention to the movie, “Is it now?”

“Yeah…” Whumpee responded. “It's almost like… I'm floating. I really like it here.”

They saw their chance. And they took it, “And you won't keep trying to escape?”

Whumpee thought for a bit. Then shook their head. “No. I really like it here… I really like you,” they gave a dopey smile.

Whumper looked down at their glass of water, “Well I should hope so.”

Their eyes trailed over to their lovely little serial killer.

A sad smile split their face, “We're dating after all.”

You have been served by Anath :]

[gappyswife]

I like to view modern Ramsay as a more extreme male manipulator type who doesn’t even cleverly mask his actual psychopathic tendencies, just charms his way out of being outed on it, and Theon as his dumb ass apologist friend who’s so much of a doormat to him that he just lets him go unchecked, taking abuses directly from him too. Theon would let Ramsay take things so far that it doesn’t even occur to him anymore that what’s happening is wrong, like when he gets him too drunk at parties through encouragement alone, hauling him back home passed out in the backseat.

The only time it ever dawns on Theon that he’s gotten himself into a difficult-to-escape toxic situation through Ramsay’s mind games is when he’s just trying to hang out with the guy, but he keeps insisting on taking drugs together & never seems to be as high as Theon is. The only comfort he really has in that situation is Ramsay’s nonchalant excuses for the (probably laced) weed he’s coerced him into smoking, ‘you’re probably just greening out,’ and a ‘comforting’ hand on his back that slides weirdly lower down his back as the drug puts him to sleep.

Theon’s got no clue what Ramsay does during those hours he’s passed out for, but all he knows is he’s sick of Ramsay trying to get him high all the time for whatever reason & he just wanted to come over and play COD (or whatever young men play these days) and he’s got a weirdly intense case of cottonmouth when he wakes up.

[queermentaldisaster]

Rumor has it that the Riley family is cursed. First, their youngest son, kidnapped under mysterious circumstances. The nephew? Hit by a motorcycle that just happened to roll off the road. The oldest and his wife? Crashed into a tree that was in the middle of the asphalt. The father? Murdered in his hospital bed. The mother? Overdosed on pills she'd never had.

Task Force 141 knows the rumors. Who in the UK doesn't? One day, 141 is sent out to help a team in Las Almas called Los Vaqueros. Apparently, the Las Almas cartel is having a territory dispute with the neighboring city's cartel, the Zaragoza cartel. While Los Vaqueros is handling the Las Almas cartel with Gaz and Roach's help, Price and Soap go to handle the Zaragoza cartel. They go undercover, and discover someone with brown eyes and blond lashes, wearing a balaclava, being passed around like many of the blunts in that room.

Soap manages to get his hands on this person, who's clearly out of it. After some finagling, he manages to get them outside, wrapping them in his coat to provide them with some decency.

When they wake up, they're in a bed in the Los Vaqueros base. Soap asks them for their name and pronouns, and he introduces himself as Ghost.