#dont mix drugs

[nevelk-13]

Color Theory, a Recollection, and a Terrible Lesson

We walked around the neighborhood, as colors played in my periphery. The world was green. Everywhere, there was green. Even more vibrant than it had been before, and in places where it had never been before. Bri's hat was practically phosphorescent. The moss on the trees was waving hello, reaching out to pull me in. I was green too, in that moment. I was part of the big green world.

It made sense, right then. I was all the same as everything else. I didn't even need to speak to know that I was being heard. We all got it. We were all in the green...

Until we walked into the red. I looked at Ace and he looked at me and we both knew something had changed, that we had entered a new terrain, where the rules of green no longer applied. We were in there together. We didn't stay for long, only travelled through.

The park was unbelievable brown. We laughed and laughed and laughed. It was supposed to be beautiful. Not even in our awe-stricken state could be discern an ounce of beauty. It was so ugly, so contrary to our expectations that there was no other reaction. Only the laughter. We bounced around the concrete plaza, in disbelief of the park and ourselves, until we orbited back to one another and decided to return to the yellow of our apartment, the space we had with each other.

On the way back, there was blue. A blue corridor that stretched on and on into a single point. The trash cans stood in for the sky which was bleak and gray and relentlessly cold. There were no clouds, only the impression of the atmosphere reflected on the cans in on the houses lining the blue alley, which we wandered down until we found our way home.

My friends are colorful and vibrant. Bri is green and Rachel is blue and Toby is also green, and Ace is red. You'd have to ask them about me, but as far as I can tell, I'm yellow. Like a yield sign. The color of caution. Of jaundice and disease. But it's the color of the stoic cow, and the paint on the wall when the sun is rising. There are two sides to every color.

I was back in the red after everyone else had left the colorspace. I shouldn't have tried to go there alone. I guess I didn't really try to go there alone, but I should have known I was toeing a treacherous line. I should have heeded my own caution, and Toby's caution, but I couldn't reckon with the impending gray. I had a terrible feeling that the color was draining from the world and I just wanted to keep it there for a little bit longer. I wanted the green again. But I got the red. Full force.

There are consequences to fear, and greed, the bitter side of green. I hit my head on the pavement and had a long, red, dream. I came up for air, lungs burning, and tried to convince everyone I wasn't on fire. I fell down again. Face on the concrete once more. It was cold afterwards, but while I was down there it was all heat. Searing red, while an epic saga burned a hole in my skull. There was one more moment of clarity, when my eyes were open and blue, or maybe black, and then I passed out on the stairs. The war was reaching a fever pitch, ringing and blaring and singing. I was living and dying. The dream seemed never to end, and in the crimson haze I felt all of it: The joy and the sadness and the orgasmic understanding. It's the greatest dream I've ever had and I remember none of it. All the details evaporated back into suffocating gray smoke even as I desperately struggled to remember them, moments after coming to.

The color was gone after that. After I broke something that can't so easily be put back together. Vibe killed, night over. And all of us were beige again, like the sacks of skin we're doomed to writhe in forever. At least that's how it felt in my terrible state. Like the rods in my eyes had all fallen out, and I was scrambling to fill in the blanks, to paint the room as it once had been. But the sun had set, and everyone was drained and tired. Bri was less green, and Rachel less blue, and Ace less red. There is an ebb and flow to the colorspace, to the energy that fills up the space between people, and between molecules. It cannot flow forever. It's simply not sustainable. After a certain point you are exhausted by the effort to understand.

Toby stayed with me because they had to, because I was coming down from a terrible vision and they live with me, and all we had anymore was each other, and a desperate will to communicate despite the walls that were and always have been between us. Walls of sinew and neurons and language. A confusing flurry of color that we are destined to interpret and reinterpret forever.

Today was a new day, and the sun rose again and painted the walls once more. I know that Bri is green, and Rachel is blue, and Ace is red. Toby is still green, too. Are they the same shade? Who knows. Probably not. As for me, I suppose I am what I have always been. A confused and distorted hue of something hard to articulate. Yellow, or maybe pink, or maybe it depends on who you ask. It's true that we all see color differently. Perhaps it's better to think of color in relative terms, rather than absolute. Everything is changing all the time, after all. If you ask me, I would just say that today I feel a little bluer than I was before.

[balkanradfem]

I wanted to let you know, that in a roundabout way, you keep me off drugs. I keep a balcony garden, but the conditions are not ideal, so my plants weren't thriving. But then you mentioned using diluted pee to fertilize them. So I started doing that and they bloomed so much that I got compliments from everyone and I keep it up to this day.

So now, whenever I'm at a party or bored at home, instead of smoking weed or taking pills, I think no, that will come out in my pee and hurt my plants, so I find some other way to occupy my time.

So you should honestly start a $2 patreon, because your advice is out here making lives better.

I am sobbing I was so embarrassed to admit that I use pee mixed with water for fertilization and it ACTUALLY HELPED YOU GET OFF DRUGS. I am so proud of you, you have no idea. You did that, you found a way to prioritize plants and it worked for you too! It really works, there's so much nitrogen in our pee and plants love it. Trees and plants in general love us so much bebause we're walking nitrogen dispensers, we make sustance for them just by living.

I'm so happy for you and your garden. Will be thinking about you all day. $2 is nothing compared to the happiness you brought to me.

[sleepyminty]

These two games are detrimental to my mental health

[almightyhamslice]

Queen Bouncelia redesign!! I might sound like a broken record here but I feel like the bros rlly missed a lot of potential with her! She presents herself as a kind angel of a character, but she's the Naughty Ones' mother and she was a part of Sir Dadadoo's conspiracy-- she was aware of his plan and was ok with raising her children to be an army. I think that's so interesting but she's just a plain good guy who dies in the game!!! not fair. Maybe someday we'll find out she's not rlly dead n we'll understand what her deal is?

My AU differs from canon in that Bouncelia was actually a fully active mascot in the resort, allowed to interact with the public in two character greeting areas: an extravagant castle and a trampoline park. She was very popular with young girls back in her prime. She was a very charismatic person and had a sense of warmth and comfort to her that many of the other mascots lacked.

She and Sir Dadadoo were always somewhat warm towards each other, they'd meet during evenings, between the end of Bouncelia's shift and the beginning of the resort's curfew, when Dadadoo would be active. They'd spend most of their nights together. He would often muse to her about his plans of escaping the resort and going out into the real world, and she was enthralled. Soon enough, she began scheming with him and working out a proper plan. Sir Dadadoo figured they'd need an army, so he invited Syringeon to help him create his own "subcases" (or rather, mutants). After lots of trial and error, it was decided that Bouncelia and Dadadoo should create the mutants with a combination of both their DNA, and so Bouncelia agreed. Though they were initially both very clinical about the creation of the Naughty Ones, Bouncelia grew attached to them and doted on them. They were a family after all, in a strange kind of way.

Of course, everything went wrong when Bouncelia and Syringeon were caught. Management realized Dadadoo was the mastermind and would be unreasonable and unpersuadable, so they sought to target his cohorts in hopes they'd all gang up on him (under the threat of their lives). So, they did, though Bouncelia begged and pleaded management to spare his life and the lives of their children. Management heeded her request, but in a very twisted way. Syringeon was ordered to sedate Sir Dadadoo and the naughty ones, and seal them inside Queen Bouncelia's pouch using givanium entrapment, stitching and fusing her pouch shut. The hope was that the Naughty Ones and Dadadoo would slowly suffocate and starve, but the Naughty Ones were desperate to survive and began to cannibalize each other like fetal tiger sharks do (please don't look that up if you're squeamish!).

Queen Bouncelia couldn't be allowed to know that this was meant to slowly kill her family members, so was put on a heavy dosage of sedatives while the resort was still active. The function was twofold-- the drugs clouded her mind so she wouldn't realize what danger they were in, and they kept her from jumping around and potentially ripping her pouch open by mistake. Bittergiggle, her most trusted friend, was tasked with delivering her medicine every day; however, they never knew what the true purpose of the drugs were.

Post attempted rebellion, Bouncelia still tries to keep a kind and warm demeanor, but everything is so scrambled now. Thanks to the steady supply of intense sedative drugs, she always feels half asleep and half awake, finding difficulty in telling dreams from reality. Not so much a perpetual hallucination (though she is likely prone to hallucinating as well), moreso thinking on a completely new and almost alien plane. Things she says make sense through word associations in her head, but are nearly indecipherable to outsiders other than Bittergiggle.

I love her so much. I'm going to cry if she's literally just dead in canon n the skeletons in her closet were like, accidental lol. I had lots of fun designing her especially her mask n cape! Also I really don't think the scepter is magic I'm sorry that's just jumping the shark for me lol.

[rebellum]

I feel like... Perhaps... Arguing that transphobia is defined by murder and that anything other than murder doesn't even matter... May NOT be conducive to fighting for trans rights.

Like... people want the right to exist as they are. They want to have access to hrt and surgeries and prosthetics. People want access to clothes that fit them and reflect how they want to be seen. People want access to medical care (eg. Getting screened and treated for sex-based forms of cancer can be impossible if you have the "wrong" sex listed to receive those tests). People want to be respected and treated well. People want to not be sexually assaulted and beaten and abused. People want to have access to housing and jobs, and the protection to not lose those things for being trans. People want access to shelters for homeless people or survivors of domestic abuse. People want name changes.

Acting like all of those things don't matter because at least they weren't murderered by an individual (and instead die of suicide or state violence, or survive and suffer) isn't okay.

[xxangeldustanalogx]

the v's? oh yea, i'm familiar. (valium, vodka, vanilla ensure)

[vampyretaemin]

thinking about the physical toll being tortured by armand took on daniel's body, even if he doesnt remember it. the injuries, the blood loss, the pain, the bruises and scars he was probably never able to explain. even if he didnt remember what happened, that trauma was locked into his body, and its probably in part why his life fell apart the way it did over and over again. how can you heal from a trauma that you literally cant remember ever happening? no amount of therapy would unlock it, it was magically sealed away within him. and he couldnt tell anyone about louis biting him, let alone everything else that happened to him. that fear and anger and pain were locked away deep inside of him and hes just now realizing why his life has been the way it is. armand made him forget but the impact it had on him still exists today.

[rickxation]

[ssaltlicker]

The arcane fandom is so fundamentally unserious. What do you mean the ends justify the means as long as you deem it justified. Wasnt the entire point that that logic sucks ass

[schellis]

Stop The Clock!

Made an track for Thyme's fight :] (144 bpm - fully instrumental)

[little-mimikyuwu]

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[poughkeepsies]

the emotional devastation of the cunty 911 cast pic and @butchdiaz eddie american teenager edit double whammy is sending me into shock rn someone get me a blanket

[bushmonsterr]

The crossfade experience....

[randum-famdoms]

GODS FUCKING DAMNIT WHY DID MY PARENTS DECIDE THAT A HOUSE LESS THAN 100 FEET AWAY FROM A HIGHWAY WAS A GOOD FUCKING IDEA

[intersexfairy]

me when i get out of bed after waking up tachycardic with 5 hours of drunken sleep

[ID: A gif of a white man dropping his backpack and collapsing to the carpet floor, face down. /End ID]

[bananajoeswife]