#in universe drugs

[archeo-starwars]

Star Wars (1977) Issue #23

[zorangezest]

more of this shattered glass au!

here’s the high guard! elita, bee & orion together overpower D pretty easily and start frolicking through the city laying waste to everything, so they side with D to help him make a stand against his ex-gang and….they have a big fight or something??? i dont know!! but it’s cool to draw!!

Orion, bee, and elita still ultimately end up killing alpha trion through the power of friendship, but thats a comic for another time!!

[lavenderprose]

I see we're talking about Emmrich and substances again. I am thoroughly entertained by the idea of Emmrich surviving through Mourn Watch Grad School on a carefully balanced diet of Fantasy Adderall and rarebit. Emmrich also definitely had a cocaine phase, which Johanna witnessed in excruciating detail, and it's why they're Like That about each other. Emmrich became the main character in Johanna's life right around the time that she saw him snort a line off the blade of his own staff, flinch violently, scream, and then do an about-face and corpse-whisper a sixty years dead Mortalitasi to ask his advice on focusing fractal energies in the fade.

That being said, Emmrich hasn't touched any of that stuff in about thirty years by the time he walks into Neve's office the day after Rook disappears into the Fade and asks her where, exactly, one can find an unwise amount of Something That Will Keep Him Awake. Neve sighs and decides, based on the manic look on Emmrich's face and the posture of devastated determination he's holding, that it's not a notion worth dissuading him of.

Weirdly, as she's standing at Emmrich's back in a dark Dock Town alley and watching him carefully sample the wares of the most reliable dealer she's aware of--and oh, the way he dips his pinky finger in and rubs it into his gums? Like riding a fucking bicycle, apparently--she can only think that Rook was absolutely correct. The man is sexy and utterly deranged. Through the sadness and the panic, in some way, she gets it.

"This is good," he says, dropping gold into the dealer's hand and disappearing immediately. Neve's lost him by the time she reaches the Eluvian. It's a week before she sees him next, and when she does, he's got bruise-purple shadows under his eyes, most of a perfect replica of Solas' lyrium dagger in his hand, and the kind of insane plan that only substance can possibly fuel: Recreate original sin. Break into the Fade. Get Rook Back.

"Not on your own, you won't," Neve replies, and goes to find Bellara.

Davrin, Lucanis and Taash finally realize that the mages have holed themselves up in Emmrich's laboratory keeping Ski Chalet Hours only once the hole into the Fade has already been yanked open.

[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!

[timmydraker]

CW: drugs

When Tim is seventeen, Bruce gets a call from his principal asking for a private meeting to discuss Tim’s education. It’s not abnormal, but the parent teacher meetings weren’t due for another month and something about the tone of Professor Wilcot’s voice leaves Bruce concerned.

He organises it for the next afternoon and politely tells the timid looking man to please get to the point.

Wilcot answers with a tight lipped frown, “I recently discovered that Tim has a few nicknames. Now, that in itself isn’t a probably but the names themself are… concerning.”

Bruce immediately thinks of Red Robin and worries his son has been caught, but that makes little sense when Tim has shown to be the best at contingencies and secret keeping.

“Such as?”

With a deep sigh the man continues, “Well, there’s ‘Benzo’ and ‘Opi’. As well as ‘27’, which is recently learned references a so called ‘club’ of celebrities who die at that age for-for drug abuse.”

Even if he wasn’t a detective, Bruce could easily put it all together. Benzodiazepines and opioids, both drugs and a number well tied to such a thing all regarding a famed person.

It’s like he’s just gotten inside from being drenched in snow and had hot water dunked on him as dozens of different moments come to mind. He remembers Tim going from being down and low, tired and drained to suddenly being extra alert and chatty. He assumed it was coffee, but Tim often had a red nose and sniffled like mad.

He also got shakes, was made fun of by his brothers for being a sweaty person, and irritable at the best of times. He was jumpy and easily spooked, which everyone connected to him growing up safe and getting no sleep.

Tim also had forgotten basic case information a few times but usually managed to cover it up.

Bruce had noticed and responded by trying to lessen his work load, only for Tim to scream at him, storm off and come back looking drowsy a couple of hours later.

Wilcot doesn’t speak for a while, seemingly giving Bruce the chance to process his words but when he does it’s just to put forward the last bit of evidence Bruce needs.

“I admit it isn’t exactly ethical, but I check Mister Drake-Wayne’s locker and… I thought it would be best if I let you chose how to proceed lest I harm his reputation.”

A bottle, almost empty, of Oxycodone and a half full bottle of Oxymorphone.

Bruce looks away when the last bottle lands on the table, it’s a benzodiazepines called Dalmane and there are no pills because they’ve all been crushed into a powder.

Bruce doesn’t even want to think about how those drugs interact.

Wilcot says one last thing before he leaves the room, quit clearly giving Bruce a moment as the reveal settles in his mind, “Tim is a good kid. He’s kind to everyone and I truely hope he can get help. Please, if there is anything I can do, contact me. Other than that, I will keep this quiet. Please take care of him.”

Let it be said that Bruce Wayne loves his children, he genuinely cares for them and most importantly, he likes who each of them are.

But he’s not always the best father to them, not when he’s too far in his head and his head is too far up his arse.

He tries to confront Tim calmly and with compassion at first but it becomes clear he isn’t qualified to deal with it and he should have gotten Alfred or even Dick. When Batman deals with addicts all he has to do is get them to a hospital and show he isn’t judging them, but with his own son and when he’s not being Batman…

Tim instantly locks up when Bruce shows him the bottles and his defences go straight into overdrive, “Bruce, don’t. That’s not fair! Did you go through my fucking stuff?! That’s fucked up!”

Bruce looses his composure quickly, “Don’t you dare curse at me, Timothy. You are a goddamn hero and you’re doing this? Why did you tell me?! I could have helped you! Why, Tim?! You e seen what people who abuse drugs end up like-“

Tim screams so loud Bruce can practically hear how it hurts his throat, “WHAT FUCKING DRUGGIES?! IS THAT WHAT THEY END UP LIKE?! TOO FUCKING LATE BRUCE, YOU’RE TOO LATE! I GAVE YOU EVERY FUCKING SIGN AND YOU DID NOTHING SO FUCK OFF! I. AN HANDLE IT ON MY OWN!”

“This ain’t handling it, Tim. You’re addicted. You’re erratic, you’re bouncing from mood to mood and, have you seen how skinny you are? I’m worried, Tim.”

Maybe Tim would have been able to handle it better if he hadn’t been a few hours into withdrawal, but all he does is swing. He manages to catch Bruce of guard and hit him square in the jaw, only to realise what he’s done and start hitting himself the same way.

Bruce breaks as he watches his son who is usually so calm and controlled break down in a fit of aggression and pent up energy.

When Tim manages to hit himself hard enough Bruce. An hear a crack from his hand.

As he speaks again he dooms himself to a life time of regret, forever wishing he had gotten Alfred’s advice first.

“I’m sorry son, but until you’re clean, you will no longer be Red Robin.”

There’s a silence before Tim releases a wheezing laugh of disbelief.

It’s soon followed by the most enraged, harrowing scream Bruce has ever heard. It feels as if it shakes the walls before Tim kicks at his father’s stomach and bolts.

Bruce is too stunned to follow and foolishly assumes he can track his son anywhere.

Tim, even after he manages to shakily pull out the Dalmane he had in his pocket just as he passes the gate and take a big inhale, manages to put his mind together enough to remove his watch and key.

Bruce is forced to shamefully admit what happened a few hours later when he can’t find him and realises that Tim isn’t coming back.

Alfred for the first time in Bruce’s entire life actually glares at him.

Dick shouts at Bruce about how unbelievably stupid he is.

Jason just scoffs and says the kid will come back while Damian makes a comment about Tim being weak.

Maybe they would have reacted better if Bruce told them why Tim left, but he shamefully doesn’t want to admit he didn’t notice that Tim was a dealing with addiction under his own nose.

But Bruce has never been good with honesty.

[mipexch]

happy 420. defy logic

[cruel-hiraeth]

your twin brother feels guilty.

not about drugging you, and certainly not about getting off using your unconscious body, his leaky cock sliding up and down the fat of your thigh. he knows that you love him—that you would do anything for him. and he’s sure that you would enjoy this if you were awake.

(you’ve never objected to your soiled panties or sticky pussy the morning after; in fact, after he’s ruined you in the dead of night, you often eat breakfast the next morning with a satisfied smile tugging at your petal-soft lips.)

his guilt stems from an absent party: your older brother, choso. yuuji has watched his plum gaze track your every movement, memorizing your figure like you’re going to disappear. and yuuji knows that choso is jealous of the bond that you have with one another—that you spend so much time together, alone, holed up in your shared bedroom. yuuji knows that choso would want—more than anything—to be a part of this.

but yuuji isn’t ready to share you, yet. he’s greedy and selfish in this regard only. it’s why you have to be asleep for this part (you’ve never been good at keeping your voice down). he wants to keep you to himself, for now; before your big brother realizes that you’re both ripe for the taking.

[azrail-has-a-vendetta]

drugs I think the batfam would consume:

Dick Grayson: As Robin) Snorting pixie sticks. As Nightwing) Snorting pixie sticks.

Jason Todd: As Robin) green tea. As Red Hood) black tea.

Tim Drake: As Robin) Caffeine. As Red Robin) Caffeine + cocaine

Damian Wayne: holy water (to prove he is not a demon)

Stephanie Brown: as Robin) gummy worms. As Spoiler) gummy sharks

Cassandra Cain: kool-Aid with 4 cups of added sugar

Bruce Wayne: before kids) Alcohol+ after kids) Tylenol

[marvel-lous-guy]

Tony: what is E=MC²

Peter: Energy= Monster × Coffee

Harley: Energy= maraujana × coke

[tiya-minuscule]

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I'm so sorry, I have the feeling this comic is a never ending exposition about stuff ! I hope it's not too boring to read ! I promise, some day, something might actually happen haha Anyway, I still have a blast drawing it (especially with Paul being the weirdo he is :))) ) Btw, what is going on with him ? hummmm ???

Anyway, see you very soon :D

[cosmique-oddity]

Hey Blurr and Swerve lovers (from Kef au obviously)

You guys are not ready for what I’m trying to cook

It will be long oh yeah….but Ô it will be worth it

-✌️

[archeo-starwars]

In the waning days of the Republic, the Bando Gora cult terrified many through horrific acts of violence. The cult used the criminal underworld to distribute a deadly brand of death stick, a narcotic that transformed its users into slaves for the cult. These mind-warped servants could then be exploited by Vosa's Force abilities, and used in attacks against the enemies of the cult. When her activities began to threaten to not only the Republic, but those shadowy conspirators planning the Republic's fall, Count Dooku recruited Jango Fett to bring an end to Bando Gora. The completion of this difficult mission served as a test for Fett, to prove himself the ideal candidate to provide the genetic template of a mysterious clone army.

[hearts4werka]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Introducing… partyboy!chris .ᐟ

★ energetic, cocky, tease, dangerous car rides, party goer, smoker, drug use (if drug dealer!reader lets him), loves teasing drug dealer!reader, drinking, street smart, Pepsi 1#, flirty, possessive & super protective over drug dealer!reader, goes on deals with her, couple tattoos on his arm, loves getting on drug dealer!reader’s nerves, has a secret crush on drug dealer!reader, even tho he is a partyboy he doesn’t constantly hook up with girls at them, hard exterior but sweet to the ones he cares about, “What, pretty girl? Don’t like gettin’ spoiled?”

𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 |

🪩 - “I’m gonna b’fine pretty girl, hey! but don’t take that—“

🪩 - “Fuck atta here man, this is my girl”

🪩 - “What the— you have a gun in your purse? Are you for real?”

🪩 - “Chill, pretty girl— hey, I stopped! You get too rough with the tickling each time!—“

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Introducing… drug dealer!reader .ᐟ

★ chill, laid back, brain & street smart, loyal, caring for the people close to her, small soft spot for partyboy!chris, protective big sis vibes, late night coke lines, stern when she needs to, keeps small drugs in her bra, skater girl, takes care of hung over partyboy!chris, has weapons in her possession, tattoos & scars scattered all over her body, loves teasing partyboy!chris back, keeps an eye out on him at big parties, always has to help clean up after a party, “I just usually work for the stuff I want, jus’ how it was always”

𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 |

💉 - “Are you seriously going to drink that much in one go? Nope, gimme that—”

💉 - “Just stay in the car while I do this deal, okay boy?”

💉 - “Drug dealers carry around protection at all cost, because you never know when you could need it. It’s a dangerous world to get tangled in, y’know?”

💉 - “Chris— stop tickling me!— oh you wanna play dirty? Fine! Take that bitch!-“

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ! : here we have another Chris au! I finally finished this idea bc I had it for a while now in my drafts and I hope yall like it, if any of you have questions about these tho PLEASEE ask me them and I’ll answer them!

𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 🏷️ | @sturnsxplr-25 - @strnzzvsp - @luvvs4chriss - @sturniolosweetheart33 - @pussypie456 - @choclatestarfishwithahat - @venusxsturnio - @bagsbyclair0 - @sturnstvs - @dykes4chris - @hoe4matt - @cayleeuhithinknott - @strnilolover - @marrykisskilled - @phone4pills - @emely9274 - @cupiidk1lls - @lily-strnlo - @nicksgirlfriend - @sturniolosiphone - @sophand4n4 - @zombiesturniolo - @luvleyangeldust - @sturnina |

[sweeneydino]

I love drawing Krang Leader and I have no idea why.

The Rottmnt boys are powerful weapons of war, so their enemies are roided af behemoths that tower over people like bugs (seriously, look how tall krang leader is compared to rottmnt raph, jesus) and squash them just as easily. And I find that funny.

And terrifying.

Which is why Rottmnt is my favorite.

[chaoticallyfluffy]

Tw for drugs, but not addiction. All light hearted.

I like to imagine that when he became the Champion of Magic, Billy was wildly irresponsible and did insane things to test his powers. The second he finds out he’s bullet proof he launches a dumpster into the stratosphere to see if he can survive being crushed by it when it falls, jumps off of a building into a pile of knives, and flies into the sun just to see what would happen.

Then he wonders if his invulnerability includes his insides as well and shovels a handful of shattered glass into his mouth. When he’s still perfectly fine he drinks a can of bug spray, and when he’s still fine he drinks bleach and rat poison and the brown water from the faucet at the abandoned building he’s staying at. None of them affect him (they tasted nasty though).

After a few months he’s got a pretty decent grasp on his powers and their limits but then he takes down a drug deal and during the commotion drugs were scattered everywhere and by now he knows he’s immune to everything he’s injested, so drugs probably would affect him either right…?

He sticks a finger into a big pile of spilled drugs and licks it before he can consider the many reasons he should Not do that. Then he panics because he did NOT think that through and why did he just stick random illegal drugs into his mouth?! He just stands there shaking, thinking he’s going to jail and that he accidentally just gave himself an addiction or something, but when doesn’t feel anything after half an hour he calms down and continues on with his day like nothing happened.

Obviously he learnt nothing from this and every time he defeats a different type of drug ring he impulsively licks just a bit of it out of curiosity. After a few years of this it’s just a ritual for him to taste test pretty much any suspicious substance he doesn’t recognize. Any type of drugs, potions, glowing chemicals in evil looking vials,mud, stinky liquids inside of vases that have been buried in tombs for thousands of years and are imbued with an ancient curse. You name it, he’s tasted it. Most of them taste terrible by the way, but that doesn’t stop him.

Then one day he’s on a mission with the justice league and they end up stranded on a strange planet with none of their tech and trying to figure out what planet they’re on. The ground is made of white powder and Bruce mentions that it doesn’t look like normal sand. If only he had his tools he could figure out what it’s chemical composition is and identify what planet they’re on and how to survive it. So of course Marvel scoops a handful of the ‘sand’ and shoves it in his mouth while the league stares in disguist and horror.

He slowly chews the mouthful, humming thoughtfully before swallowing. “Yup! That’s cocaine :)”

This does not comfort the league and they freak out because

1- Their colleague just ate an entire mouthful of hard drugs and seems entirely unbothered by this fact.

2- Said colleague recognized cocaine by taste despite it not being something you take by mouth so he had more than enough time to spit it out but he swallowed it anyway.

3- this entire planet is made of cocaine apparently and if a single breeze comes and they accidentally inhale it this mission will quickly become much more difficult.

I just think it’d be fun lol.

[valtsv]

headcanoning improbable bonding activities for the terrorism trio