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talenlee · 7 months ago

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Getting High In Cobrin'Seil

This is more talk about Drrrruuuugs! More stuff about DRRRRUGS! You should avoid this if you don’t want to hear me talking about drrrrrruuuuuuuugggggs. In the context of a D&D setting. You know, that kinda thing. You won’t get any real or cool tips about that stuff just D&d Dork Stuff.

The first time I tried this article it wound up three thousand words long and barely talked about actual drugs. It was mostly about drug regulation, about the ways in which governments and systems recognised the existence of drugs. But we’re not done! Because this isn’t even necessarily a list of cool fantasy drugs (you can probably find those written by other people better for the task than me) but instead I want to talk about the material realities of how different peoples regard different drugs!

Glossary Note: Conventionally, the term used in D&D for this mechanical package is race. This is the typical term, and in most conversations about this game system, the term you’re going to wind up using is race. For backwards compatibility and searchability, I am including this passage here. The term I use for this player option is heritage.

Okay, something real quick about real world biological science: drugs are things that more or less work consistently for all humans more or less. The idea that humans as large groups have really consitently different reactions to almost all but the finest stimuli, divided on common genetic lines is a bit of race science that sits underneath the architecture of D&D. The idea that different groups of humans have major fundamental reactions to stimuli is root to a lot of medical racism and it’s complicated further by there being real things (like the way that lactose intolerance and types of anemia are distributed across some population groups) and then completely nonsensical things (like biological testing for supposed IQ rates).

In the context of Cobrin’Seil, while there is room for communities to have, for example, genetic trends towards handling a type of alcohol or drug better than others, the differences between any given person and the baseline is not meaningfully, predictably different to their population’s deviation from any other large group. That is to say, for any given individual, their responses cannot be meaningfully predicted based on the groups they’re from within that group. It’s much more likely to have a regional trend, like people with a lot of cow farms are more likely to be able to drink milk, and if you can’t handle that odds are good you move away.

Why then do I care about drugs across populations?

Because Cobrin’Seil, and most D&D settings, is actually like the thing that Race Scientists of the 1800s and therefore Gary Gygax believed in: A place with multiple biologically distinct species. In the context of Cobrin’Seil, the reason Elves and Orcs can have half-children with humans is because they’re (effectively) ring species to one another, with humans still in the middle of the ring. But there are also much more distantly related genetic groups and that means that there are characters with wildly different biologies even if they have reasonably similar phenotypes.

To look at things as a cladistic biologist would, there is a Common Prehuman Ancestor for Orcs and Humans, and if you look at that as a starting point, that ancestor forks down into Orcs and Humans, half-elves, halflings, tieflings, the entire wing of creatures known as Erd (things like ogres, hobgoblins and the like), the Kyranou Genasi and other niche heritages, who all share a reasonably similar response to drugs. Bonus, Elves try to emulate that. That means there’s one major biologically close bloc that even if they can’t interbreed (keeping genetic material from crossing into one another) are all meaningfully built on the same biological architecture which you can detect by how they react to diseases and stimulants. In the context of drugs, then, there are a whole wing of drugs that you can classify in a way that they affect this group in a predictable way. Since these groups represent one of the most widespread collections of people, the things that affect this group is a reasonably useful ‘drug’ category for commercial operation.

There are two other major threads of biological relationships for the major cultures; there’s the Beastfolk thread, which are related upstream to some kind of sapient event, and the Goblins. Goblins aren’t actually representative of many different species of culture, because Goblins are so flexible within the category of ‘Goblin.’ Basically, all Goblins can have Goblins with other Goblins even the ones that look wildly different. This doesn’t have a lot of interface with the drug stuff though because Goblins are so resistent to drugs, they’re only really affected by drugs that are explicitly magical.

That makes two large, major, predominant forms of nervous system that drugs can interface, the Common Prehuman Ancestor group and the Beastfolk Group. These groups are both linked by being mammalian tetrapods (which incidentally puts minority cultures like centaurs outside of it), and so there is some overlap between them. There’s also the wildly diverse Dragonkin, who are hexapod reptilians and their relationship to drugs is even more niche.

What this means is that drugs in general work the same across all of the heritages of Cobrin’Seil, but not specifically. For example, most Beastfolk don’t respond to something best compared to Catnip, but Gnolls and Abilen do. What these groupings tend to highlight is particularly rare inter-related commonalities, and create niches for specific community consumables. The more specific a community is, the more likely there is one specific way they can get fucked up but also that way is probably not commercially interesting and therefore widely known outside of that community. Abilen smoke on their hookahs all the time and people can tell that they’re smoking, but they don’t have to know exactly what they’re smoking, as the ‘doing drugs’ part of the situation is well handled by the obvious participation.

There’s also questions of just sheer bulk and metabolism. An Orc and a Halfling are, from the perspective of a genetic mapping trend, as close to one another as a dhole and a wolf, and they respond to drugs almost entirely identically, except the Orc is literally as much as eight times as much mass as the halfling. What gets an Orc modestly toasted could put a Halfling peer well into the realm of what medicinals and apothecaries would classify as ‘proper zooted.’ This also plays into the economics of such things; Halfling dealers famously espouse the power and potency of Orcish weed but it’s more that Orcs grow lots of it and sell it in huge quantities. They grind it down more finely and pack it more tightly, just because it’s pragmatically a size difference.

Thing is, there are also thresholds! From the perspective of a human, Orcs tend to take ‘more’ drugs and they tend to be more potent but don’t tend to have a notable impact. Halflings can consume with Humans pretty much piece for piece up until the point the Halfling drops unconscious, but the Human is pretty well on the way out the door at that point too.

Finally, there is just plain magical nonsense. The big one in-setting is Opprobrium; it’s essentially, magical cocaine. A stimulant that sharpens your senses and heightens your ego and activates latent magical ability (supposedly) and also, guarantees that it’s not harmful or addictive because of how it uses transmutation magic to make your body repair itself. This common belief about Opprobrium is completely not justified by any expert in the field, and if you ask almost any skilled magician if you should be using consumable magical items that explicitly claim to cast spells on your brain, you’ll probably get a consistent reaction of ‘no.’ And even if there are those who are okay with going ‘hey, yeah I would trust my skill to make that’ then you ask them if they’d be okay with consuming it when it was made by someone else and explicitly they would have no way of knowing who did it, and suddenly the number of experts interested in using this stuff goes way down.

In the category of magical nonsense, I want to highlight that the Eladrin, specifically, despite being very politically important and internationally relevant, are not only not common enough to really have a meaningful drug culture, but also, they’re not entirely organic creatures. Still somewhat Fey creatures, the Eladrin can huff, you know things like the dreams of a butterfly, which means that not only are their drugs extremely hard to commercially produce and distribute but also they might be getting high off something that you think is entirely G-rated and not telling you.

What we get then are these broad categories:

Drugs For Almost Everyone

Drugs For Beastfolk

Drugs For The Humanfolk

Just Plain Magical Nonsense

Within that category, then, some cultural notes because I mean I feel like I’ve barely scratched the surface here and … what’s our word count at, oh lord, 1400 words, okay, moving on from that concern, here’s some stuff about how cultures are commonly perceived to relate to drugs from within them, which is to say, not how people stereotype them doing drugs.

Kobolds are big on synthetics. They have access to magical synthesis tools and distillation of chemicals, which means if you’re thinking like LSD, or other forms of ‘make it in a lab’ rather than ‘grow it in a field ‘stuff, chances are Kobolds make it. They also tend to think of it as a thing you take very precisely, which means they tend to think of doses as personalised, not shareable. Like, if you have a Kobold drug dealer, they come to your place and they get you high. They’re very expensive.

Orcs are enormous people who get keyed up very easily, don’t like difficult cultivation methods and have enormous open spaces. Typically Orcs favour either stuff that heightens how you get keyed up (so short-term stimulants, like imagine a root you can chew to get a high-power caffeine spike), and stuff you can partake of for a long time doing nothing (so, weed). People call Weed ‘Green’ because it is an Orc association.

Humans are the booze nerds of the drug world; not exclusively by any means but specific, niche forms of alcohol are almost all going to be linked to some human settlement or cultural space.

Abilen and Gnolls both partake of catnip, which the Abilen pay people to cultivate and make as a cash crop, and which the Gnolls just plant in their path at celebratory/sacred spaces.

Goblins don’t get high off drugs but they do consume them as food stuff, and have very clear opinions of which ones taste good or don’t, and most drugs do not taste good. They tend to like Orc Green, because it’s kinda minty and nutty, but they don’t like it as a smoke.

Elf communities are druidic, which means that there are regular drug experiences as part of religious rituals, and the druids can even magically grow specific ones.

Dio Baragh know every kind of mushroom you can consume and get stonky wonky, and the funniest part of that is that Dio Baragh are extraordinarily tough, which means that their recommended doses for enlightening experiences instead render smaller or less hardy peoples completely hammered. Orcs and Dio Baragh swap drugs a lot, especially as people who don’t tend to engage with capitalism by default.

The Tjosen reputation for being both extremely comfortable with contact and interested in staring at the stars is perhaps directly related to their common cultural practice of distilling MDMA from a type of plant root.

Aaaand…

I think I’m done.

Thank god.

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a-pretty-nerd · 5 years ago

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Dance (Dean Taylor x reader smut)

Request: "Hiyaaa! First off I just wanted to say I’m a huge fan of your stuff and secondly can I request a smut x reader with any Devon character (I suggest dean taylor from the entitled) where it’s like a strip tease or the readers giving them a lap dance and then they do it (omg this is so bad I’ve never requested anything like this before dhdjehyfrhbfbf) thanks!" ~ Anonymous

A/N: Ahhh...to be young and new to the fanfiction community. And um, hi, hello? DID I JUST RECEIVE A DEAN TAYLOR REQUEST!? HELL FUCKIN YES! If you don't know who that is, he's an emo piece of shit from The Entitled movie.

This bitch.

Warnings: Sex, drrrrugs? (Cigarettes/alcohol), etc.

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The night was still young at 2am. At the very least it felt that way as you drunkenly starred up at the ceiling of the small apartment. Oh what a night you had. It mostly consisted of friends, beer, a blunt or two, cigarettes, and the occasional shot. And even though most had gone home, you were still left on that couch.

Your friend Dean, whom you had been flirting with all night, came in with yet anothet beer from the kitchen. He placed one on the table in front of you before slumping down into his seat and taking another swig of his.

"Haven't you had enough?" You giggled at him.

"I haven't had THAT much." He argued. You blew him off and started to crawl over the couch to sit closer to him. The boombox played rock music loudly as the two of you sat there alone. Then the song changed and you felt the need to dance.

"Oh I love this song!" You shouted as you turned the music up and began swaying back and forth in front of Dean, who watched with a confused gaze. He watched you back up slowly as you danced until you were directly in front of him, waving your ass at him, basically.

He left his beer pressed to his lips as his mouth hung open ever-so slightly. He watched you, and then he felt you. You had taken a seat on his lap and began swaying and grinding to the beat.

"What are you doing?" He muttered.

"Aww Cmon Dean, dance with me!" You smiled as you took a hand of his and placed it on your hip. You never really looked at Dean in a sexual way, but you had been spending more and more time with him. He was cute. Dean, while he had always seen you sexually, he never really considered you an option. You just seemed like you could have done...better? But who cares about that now? You're both out of your minds, running on pure adrenaline and desire. Dean set his beer down and held your hips and guided them as you moved.

"Fuck you're hot." He moaned. You bit your bottom lip with pride as you slowly started to feel his erection through his jeans.

"You think?" You toyed with him as you leaned your head back and rested it on his shoulder. Dean closed his eyes and nodded. "Show me then." You whispered softly in his ear before nibbling on his earlobe. He took in a deep breath and you took his hand again, you pressed it to your crotch. He began teasing you, rubbing his fingers against your jeans. Your ass pressed against him still as you rocked back and forth. He reached down your pants and began toying with you, gently rubbing your clit as you teased him.

"Fuck Y/N." He groaned as you moaned into his ear. The pleasure rushed through your system and yet you craved more. You pulled off your pants and continued to tease Dean, taking pleasure in the little sounds he made. "Ah, god-damn it," he huffed, "quit teasing me."

"Oh, you think thats teasing??" You giggled before standing again. You helped him out of his pants before kneeling and pulling his cock from his boxers. His chest began to heave as you placed it at your lips. You licked and sucked little by little as he twitched and moaned. You watched him from your seat as you took all that you could, slowly, and then pulled him back out. It was so fuck to watch him squirm. "Had enough?" You asked as you started to slowly stroke him.

"Oh fuck, cmon Y/N, give it to me." He pleaded.

"Give you what?" You stood and straddled him as you threw your shirt and removed your bra. "These?" His eyes starred at them as he reached out to grope and suck them. He pulled you in close, his cock pressing against your panty covered ass. He bucked his hips up for any sort of friction.

"Please baby, you know what I want." He moaned into your chest. You smiled and stood to hand him a condom to hastily apply, and to remove your panties. You sat over him once again, your wet entrance hovering over him as he watched you. You slowly slid down on him and you watched his eyes roll into the back of his head. "Ahhh fuuuck." He moaned.

You started to bounce and grind on him as you pleased, watching him helplessly under you as you fucked him. You moaned as the pleasure flowed throughout you, it drove you closer and closer to the edge. You started to ride him fast, your eyes closed as you arched your back and looked up to the ceiling. Fuck, you were close. More, more, faster, Faster. You bounced and his moans and the way he called you "baby" it all drove your further.

"Fuck, I'm gonna-" before you knew it, you felt yourselft tense and then release suddenly as your orgasm washed over you. You came to a slow and then stopped as you realized Dean had cum soon after you. With heavy eyes he wrapped his around your torso and rested his head on your chest.

Damn.

Needless to say your friendship was ruined. But hey, now there were more benefits! Nudge Nudge, Wink Wink!

#devon bostick #Dean Taylor #Dean Taylor x Reader #lemon #devon bostick lemon

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