#cw suicide and drug mention

[7roaches]

warmup doodles

[yapporium]

finding out the drama around T.O.P is that he smoked weed has made me wanna watch squid game out of spite like ???

knetz need to get a fucking grip like you bullied a man to the point he tried to khs because he smoked weed ??? be soooo serious right now

i understand the cultural differences and that weed is heavily stigmatized in korea but goddamn y’all act like he killed someone

[ask-codeearasure]

Do you think Ink has/would have self harm tendencies? Based on how he ripped his soul out of sadness and all

The basic definition of "self-harm" is to hurt oneself deliberately. But that's what Google says and I've met people who have performed self-harming behaviors without really knowing that that's what it actually was. The "deliberate" part is not always here nor there.

Given Ink doesn't remember that they technically committed suicide to escape their AU, I don't think they'd ever deliberately hurt themself for reasons as agonizing again, unless you happened to read my thread with @talonsirgo. But that is an extreme hypothetical, I have to stress that because Ink's reasons for doing what he did there are bound to be mostly circumstantial and entirely devastating. He was quite literally pushed to the edge.

But outside of extreme situations like escaping a meaningless life or having his very purpose stripped away, I don't think Ink would have any of the stereotypical, obvious, or purposeful self-harming behaviors, and if he were to partake in anything that counts as such, I doubt he was even looking to get hurt in the first place. I doubt he'd think of that result if he say, has to hurt himself to make an escape and fix it later or forms a drug addiction (because Comyet said before he'd probably do the latter if I remember right).

And I'm not talking about his paints, those are his equivalent to regular medication, shit that he depends on to live.

So through many words,... I'd say yes and no. I think Ink does have self-harm tendencies, but that depends on what they're doing and the reason(s) why. He's the kind of dumbass that gets himself hurt on accident, if it's necessary to save his own figurative skin, and/or out of pure reckless and impulsive fuckery. None of these things are inherently self-harm, but can be under specific causes.

EDIT: I was wrong about the drug addiction thing. It was a joke made by Comyet and I did not know that. Sorry for the inconvenience.

-- Sarco

[skele-bunny]

Whats the worst thing the ghouls have done?

Ooo

CW - Medium descriptions of cannibalism, torture, drugging, physician-assisted suicide, mass death, and gore

Long post!

Dewdrop - Ate Omega and killed his previous pack at the command of Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil. Won't talk about it.

Aether - Let a sibling die by their pleading requests. They were terminal, and Aether granted their wish and euthanized them. Legally, it's documented as they passed from their illness

Rain - Accidentally severed a brothers arm. They were rough housing against general concern and advice, and Rain's claws pressed in just a bit too hard. That brother lost his arm permanently, Rain severed it too much.

Phantom - When he got used to his possessor/mind control abilities, he started manipulating a few siblings to do what he wanted (his chores, getting him things, stealing, etc.)

Cirrus & Cumulus - Ate a few sisters outside of the blood moon which could get them killed if ever found out. They buried the skeletons deep in the woods with Mountain's help.

Mountain - Read previous. Also intentionally poisoned a few higher-ups when they were visiting, as he was on kitchen duty. Overheard them shit talking the abbey and his Papa. Wasn't lethal, but definitely put them out of commission for a few months.

Swiss & Sunshine - They were fucking a brother that wouldn't stop making advances towards them and killed him in the middle of it, suffocation. There was no remains left to burry as they burned the bones to ash.

Aurora - Stole one of the guitars and broke it on purpose beyond repair to get revenge on Swiss so he couldn't play at one of the rituals and could only use his other instruments. Unfortunately, there's always extra guitars on standby.

Special - Experimented on newly summons just for him while trying to figure out how to perform elemental changes. Forced organ transplants, forced cannibalism, sticking and poking. Pure torture. Accidentally assisted in the Papa's deaths.

Cowbell - Killed 3 humans separately for different reasons. He won't talk about it, and doesn't fully remember 1.

Doves - Nicknamed the Missionaries as they carried out outside assassinations for Sister Imperator. They've killed multiple "threats" and innocent people who unfortunately were at the wrong place at the wrong time. They've also made some scenes look like murder/suicides or mass execution.

[likeorpheus]

Francis’s hands hover over the mess of scattered sheet music on the coffee table, trembling as they clutch a pencil. The lines and notes blur together, the smudges of graphite trailing like ghosts across the paper. Nothing fits. Nothing makes sense. Every attempt to piece the melody together ends with another crumpled page flung toward the overflowing trash can.

The anniversary of Alexandre’s death looms over them like a storm cloud, suffocating in its weight. It’s the same every year. The relentless memories that refuse to let them sleep. The nightmares that twist their chest into a vice, their mind replaying that phone call over and over, the raw panic in their voice as they screamed for help. The feeling of Alexandre’s body—cold, lifeless—still lingers on their skin, no matter how many years have passed.

And the reanimation. Francis swallows hard, their throat tight. They tried everything. Too much, maybe. Things they shouldn’t have. Their hands shake as the memory surfaces: the desperate spellwork, the way the air seemed to warp around Alexandre’s body. And then the horrible sound, the way his eyes didn’t look right when they snapped open for those fleeting, horrifying seconds.

Their pencil snaps in their grip.

“Shit,” they mutter, tossing it onto the table. Abra’s in the other room—probably giving them space, but Francis knows she’s worried. She always is, though she tries not to show it. They hate being like this around her, chaotic and broken, but they can’t stop. If they stop, it’ll all catch up with them.

The front door creaks open, and @sunmad 's voice pulls Francis away from the endless spiral.

“I can give you some pills to help you sleep,” she says. Her tone is matter-of-fact but not unkind, her sharp gaze scanning the chaos of papers and Francis’s disheveled state. “They aren’t healthy, but this—” She gestures at them, at the mess. “This is even less healthy.”

Francis lets out a hollow laugh, running a hand through their hair. “What’s the point? Sleep doesn’t help. It just ...puts me back there.”

[mrsmarlasinger]

BRO THE SEROTONIN

[the-existential-bread]

I think I'm watching someone I follow on YouTube attempt suicide in real time

I'm scared for them and have no clue what to do

Edit: it looks like they decided to try and keep living, and take a break from the internet, but from what I can tell they tried to OD recently

I'm not gonna give any names, but I'm still worried

[lowpolypony]

buttons set #2

geocities area 51, have ham explorer, have a smile, i hate macintosh, i hate microsoft, jerma985 middle finger, legalize it now, low tier god (you should kys) now, made with my own two paws, marijuana mind explorer

[palin-tropos]

in an entirely warped parallel to harry’s colleagues not believing he really was suicidal, it must have actually been… kind of wack, actually, to be nilsen, knowing that mazov really did shoot himself, but it becomes the true believer stance to say he did not, that it’s all a capitalist lie. they need him to be a martyr. and yet. your dearest friend beloved? took his life and the people you and he led don’t think your grief is revolutionary enough to be part of the narrative. even if nilsen himself helped spread that narrative, although it could have arisen on its own. either way, no wonder he got hooked on amphetamines

[revenancy]

impossible fires | L4

so let's talk a bit about this wip.

warnings for mentions of suicide, drug use, and religion;

marley haight is a thirty-year-old dropout who's never quite moved on past the 'dropout' phase. she can't hold down a friendship, let alone a job. she's depressed, irritated by the people around her, and dependent on synthesized highs to get her through the day.

jacín rial is a priest who doesn't believe, who inherited this church and this congregation from his father. he was going to play baseball. get famous. move to L2. and instead he's been put on this pedestal of holiness since he was eighteen years old and expected to deal.

nile whist – the fake name, easier than the real one – killed himself thirteen years ago. then he woke up in the arms of a gospel that understood him. he sees the sideways looks; let them blaspheme. silence is a small thing to ask in exchange for certainty. purpose. identity.

what they have in common:

they're trapped on L4, the most populous level of the generational spaceship where they were born and raised. they share a mess of humanity, a crush of breath and filthy hope, the heat of three hundred thousand people forced to coexist –

and the same ghost haunting their past.

[kinkshame-the-courier]

Trying to drag my ass into posting more of Chaye’s backstory!!

Chaye has only been in the Mojave for so long, arriving from a long wander in the western wildnernesses and various settlements in California only just after the first battle for the dam about four years pre-canon. One of the first people they properly met upon arrival to New Vegas was The King.

He quickly took them under his wing, under the promise that they’d do a few errands for him. (Really, that was Chaye’s stubbornness, they’d only accept his help if they felt they were doing something in return.)

What started out as a simple favor became many, Chaye taking on their Mojave Express status and continuing to use the name “Six”, having told nobody their real name since escaping their vault.

They and King became fuckbuddies pretty fast after that, continuing an intense relationship even in Chaye’s many weeks away at a time taking packages to Hopeville.

However.

Chaye’s intense struggle with CPTSD and various other mental and physical health issues drew them further and further toward extremely unhealthy habits, starting with alcohol and slowly devolving into chems, especially those that could kill their pain or blur their thinking and memory. Along this road they encountered Red Lucy, who would pay well for a dangerous set of tasks.

Bringing her Deathclaw eggs, as well as the spawn of other hostile animals.

At first it was a simple trade of goods for caps, supplying their everyday as well as the growing addictions. But Red Lucy began to take a fascination with them, leading her to coax them into her bedroom.

In the beginning of that particular arrangement, Chaye didn’t really care either way. They were still paid and the sexual aspect was appealing. But the ringmaster quickly became possessive of them, and payment in caps quickly became payment in sex and chems…

And when they started to try and pull away, she began to threaten them. She found their link to King and was furiously jealous of him, and would tell them she would bring him to harm or death if they refused to return to her.

And she stopped taking no for an answer.

Chaye would often return to King late at night, bruised and high and exhausted, unable to find a way out when they were afraid for his life. Promise after promise for safety if they just stayed with him never convinced them, thinking it safer to comply to Red Lucy’s increasingly aggressive and degrading demands.

This of course continued to worsen their already failing mental health, their only real anchor to keep fighting being their deep love and want for King.

But they ended up being incompatible by neither of their fault. Chaye is and was a deeply romantic person, wanting to build a life with him… and King was ever oblivious to this, having no interest in romance at all. He said something to the effect of rejecting a few of the women he’d slept with, stating he “doesn’t really swing that way. Or any way, really.”

Of course this broke their heart. They had placed so much hope into the idea of a future with him. They didn’t breathe a word of their still-concealed affections, and ended up leaving Vegas entirely, planning to only commute between Hopeville and the various Mojave Express outposts from then on.

But that fateful package utterly destroyed what little they had left, and that led them into a deep suicidal spiral and Benny’s trap… and the subsequent loss of their memories.

[twisted-desires]

A shitpost I made based on the miasma event in Fear and Hunger

[kantocamping]

bro has a shrink 💀

You're right. That's embarrassing. I'll just start doing coke and being suicidal again

[starsaught]

Something to think about, a darker solution to the problem she's currently facing.

Octavia only gave one canister of the happy pills to Stolas. There's a whole box in the storage room. Octavia is not on speaking terms with her father, nor the rest of IMP for their parts to play in dismantling the family home.

Do I think Octavia would use them for herself? Probably, but not in a way to end her existence, because if she were to die, Andrealphus keeps the power that's owed to HER & let's be real, Paimon would most likely step in before we reach that conclusion. She's an heir, why waste her potential after all.

The pills offer a chance of escapism. A means to just relax & forget the shitty things happening around her. If things get worse before they become any better, it's her only solution to not feel anything at all.

[cormorantcolors]

My dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called "the flattering truth of sleep"😳 you’ll be zonked out of your gourd 💯 Me: yeah whatever. I don't feel shit. 5 minutes later: dude I swear I just saw my lady finding me dead My buddy Romeo pacing: I should kill myself

[yodaddysobipolar]

Any day I can get high and listen to music is basically a win in the overall ledger of the shitshow that is my life. It has diminishing returns though.

I feel like I’m totally fucking up my life in nearly every way. It’s a swirl of relationships and symptoms. Marriage. Career. Burn out. Drug addiction. Impulsive behavior. Reckless spending. Neglectful and Emotionally unavailable father. Mental health. Etc etc

I am seriously struggling to just make it to work. To get up. To be a parent to a special needs child. To be worthy. To feel worthy. Is anyone worthy? Maybe that’s an impossible feeling. Or, to simply continue living as best you can in your unworthiness. Is that what others are doing?