#junkie church

[berensteinsmonster]

Done and done! Finished making my “AJJ - Junkie Church” comic with my silly ocs story in them :) It’s a story about Planetman (They/Them) and Butterflyguy (He/She) and an incident in their life where Butterflyguy got hospitalized and Planetman is suffering from survivor’s guilt from being there. (She survives btw, this was just very traumatizing for Planetman)

It was pretty nice making this whole thing and it was a huge step outside of my comfort zone with how big this project is :0

btw once I was finished making this I immediately redesigned them (see below doodle) so uhhhhmmm just pretend they have their updated designs in the comic heheh..

(reblogs are highly appreciated!)

[lyricspammingsideblog]

[enteragoodnamehere]

I love you 'cause I love you 'cause I cannnn.. I love you 'cause I love you 'cause I can

[transexualbutchfagdyke]

his^^ name is Sean-Claude and he loves schadenfreude

[fandom-addict404]

List five things that make you happy, then put this in the inbox of the last ten people you got notifications from, get to know your mutuals and your followers! noo pressure tho ! ✨

okokokokokkkk i’m not totally sure what i’m supposed to do but i’ll do what i can:

things that make me happy

1. watching movies and tv shows

2. talking about movies and shows w you all ❤️🥰😘

3. writing music

4. hanging out with my (real) friends 🫣😬

5. going to church ❤️✝️

wait omg how do you put something in someone’s inbox??

[thediaryofaurora]

General HCs

Ticci Toby/Tobias Rogers

Sorry this took so long!! I’ve been contemplating writing one shots, but I feel like I should get the head canons out first. If any of you have any ideas for one shots (x readers, char x char, nsfw), my request box is open! I’ll get around to them as soon as possible. :)

- 5’11! Sleeper build and scrawny, but extremely strong upper arms. He’s not as fast as Kate and Brian, but he makes up for it with how long he can run. He never gets tired and can chase victims for hours. Lots of freckles, too!

- White with mostly German heritage. He doesn’t know very much German, just baseline stuff he learned from his mom. (Connie grew up in Germany until she was 15.)

- Medium brown hair and dark brown eyes. He’s pretty pale, but being outside most of the time he does have a slight tan, lots of freckles too.

- His dad was extremely abusive and would beat him, his mom, and his sister, it was rare for him to not be drunk. Toby killed him only a few hours after his father beat his mom to the point she was unconscious. He’d rather his mom lose both of her children and her abusive husband than endure so much pain, he cared about her more than anything. He didn’t want to sit idly by as he loses his sister and mother.

- His fingers are TORN up. Bites and picks at his nails, cuticles, dry knuckles, all of it. His fingertips and palms are also super calloused.

- Hangs out with Jeff and Ben most of the time. He’s closer to Ben and thinks Jeff’s a douche, but he puts up with him since sometimes the three of them have fun.

- He can be a jerk, but if you’re able to break past his shell he’s super sweet. He’s still sarcastic and snarky, but not necessarily mean. VERY smug.

- Had Jeff do a tattoo of Lyra’s birthday on his shoulder. It turned out surprisingly good. He was originally going to do her death date, but he felt like it was better to honor the time she was alive.

- Halloween junkie. He has a massive sweet tooth and loves autumn, so it’s the perfect day ever in his eyes.

- This guy DESTROYS in poker and blackjack. The few times his dad would spend time with him they’d play together. Even though he hated him, it meant a lot to him when he was little. Has the teeny tiniest gambling addiction, makes a bunch of bets with other residents of the mansion and usually wins.

- MIDWESTERN EMO BOY!!!! I will die on this hill. Music taste, clothing, all of it.

- His tics are pretty rare now that he’s older, but when he’s anxious they get bad.

- Exclusively wears comfortable clothes. Not because he gets uncomfortable, he could (and does) sleep in jeans and not be bothered. When he was younger he would always be forced to wear slacks, dress shoes, button ups, and ties for church or family gatherings. He HATED it.

- Him, Tim, and Brian are usually put on missions together. They’re all pretty compatible, and it’s nice to talk to just some regular ass dudes. Sometimes all three of them will go to run down diner’s if they finished their mission early, it’s the most normality any of them have in their lives.

- He and Tim bicker a LOT, but he secretly find comfort in it. He sees Tim as a protective older brother, rather than someone who just hates him. With how his dad treated him growing up, he thought all arguing was yelling and being aggressive, but Tim’s is more disagreement or annoyance.

- Almost knows how to play the acoustic guitar. He’s a quick learner, but he doesn’t have a crazy strong desire to get better at it.

- Pretty much always wears a big bandaid over his cheek gash. He’s not necessarily insecure about it unless he has a crush on someone, but it’s hard to eat or drink when it’s just open.

- He’s actually not to bad at soccer! Sometimes when it’s nice out him and Cody find a ball and play.

- Anywho, I’m in love with him.

Feedback and requests are welcome! Thank you for reading. :)

✩☆✩☆✩☆✩☆✩☆✩☆✩☆✩☆✩☆✩☆✩☆✩

[your-local-mom-whore]

May I humbly introduce my first Redacted OC…

Andromeda the First Fear Demon

She was so beautifully brought to visual life by my darling dearest @pycth thank you so much for giving her all this beauty and for propagandizing me to make an OC in the first place

NOW FOR LORE AND FUN FACTS ABOUT THIS SPOOKY LADYYYY

-She’s the fourth demon ever formed so she’s been around the block a while

-She quite likes her fellow demons and has decent relationships with them (we’ll get to a few later)

-She struggled a long time with how the sovereigns made her and that she was forced to feed on fear when she first coalesced

-After the Cacophony she left Aria pretty quickly and rarely goes back, she prefers Elegy much more

-She genuinely used to feel bad about needing fear to survive until she learned humans seek out fear for fun, examples: Halloween, Horror stories, adrenaline junkies, haunted houses and so on

-Most ghost stories you’ve heard were probably a fear demon having some fun, some were definitely her

-She has a black cat named Felis, the feline constellation, he’s the only animal that has come near her in her entire life

-She can play a mean church organ

-She performed at a circus for a while, as a sword swallower, then moved on to performing at an empowered club

-She’s in a romantic relationship, with who? You’ll have to wait and see

Anywho that’s enough on her for now so enjoy these THUMBNAILSSSSS also made by my darling Pycth

I will for sure talk about her again thats my pookie bear

[saintslewis]

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 — 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

— pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!oc

— trope: fake/arranged marriage

— summary: the Browns and the Hamiltons have been neighbours for many years, Nadia and their oldest son, Lewis, not being as close as the families had hoped they would be. Years later, everyone drifts apart into different neighbourhoods, some others becoming one of the best drivers to ever grace the sport of Formula One however being a man of his stature, fame came along with it and so did the scandals.

can a fake marriage to a complete stranger help keep his image alive? let’s find out!

✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ———————— let’s meet the lovely couple!

👩🏽‍🏫 —— nadia brown!

“the coolest teacher ever”

⸰ֺ⭑ - a south african native who moved to stevenage with her mom when she was 8 and gosh, her character development is one for the books. from being the shy one for all of her school years, university changed everything and made her the social butterfly that you will all grow to love soon. fav colour is pink. fav artist is beyoncé. she teaches history and knows jack shit about f1 except that the cool guy that her parents support used to be their neighbour. absolutely loves the moon and is a part time stylist. will fight for you even she met you a second ago.

🏎️ —— lewis hamilton!

“the goat.”

⸰ֺ⭑ - a literal superstar. the stevenage driver who i would describe as the coolest person ever and many would agree. an adrenaline junky with a heart of gold and filled with positivity (and sass but you didn’t hear it from me). thee fashionista and he knows he’s fine, he just does. father to roscoe. fav colour is purple. loves discussing space and its beauty. did i mention he’s the coolest guy ever? super supportive of everyone around him and he’s knighted. ladies and gents, mr mercedes!

✧༚ ˎˊ˗ info abt renaissance!

˖ ࣪⭑ - warnings: cussing, outfit descriptions, a bit of angst, mentions of alcohol, a talk of ad21, south african slang, slight hints of smut (18+ MDNI), not much of a slow burn lol, lots and lots of brand names, slight themes of sugar daddy! lewis at some point lol (think of it as him spoiling her!)

˖ ࣪⭑ - inspo: this idea just spawned into my head as well as a few of my wip’s mushed together to make this masterpiece. i absolutely love beyonce so using RENAISSANCE for a project so special to me just make wanna do a couple cartwheels. i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i did making this!

˖ ࣪⭑ - saint’s team radio: omg hi everybody 🤭. first oc on tumblr woohoo! not a lot of the song lyrics will relate to the plot of the chapter but more so the beat of the song or the vibe? hope that makes sense lol. i hope you guys like the humour i’m gonna add in here. there isn’t a schedule for this yet but hopefully i’ll be more organised in the future. let’s get this party started!

˖ ࣪⭑ - taglist: @thisismeracing @goldsainz @folkloresthings @flowerchild-96 @userlando (i read your blogs as if it’s my morning paper so i hope you like this 😭) @non-stop-imagines @royallyprincesslilly . let me know if you wanna be tagged in this or future fics!

˖ ࣪⭑ - dividers by @cafekitsune 🫶🏽

˖ ࣪⭑ - pictures from pinterest and twitter

˖ ࣪⭑ - nadia faceclaim: @/unclewaffles_ on ig!

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 !

1. I’M THAT GIRL

- the first meeting.

2. COZY

- imagine having dinner with your family then they announce that you’re getting married? you better get cozy for this one!

3. ALIEN SUPERSTAR

- first “date”. gotta show the world the newest married couple!

4. CUFF IT

- didn’t Lewis say he was a professional dancer? well now he is 🕺🏽

5. ENERGY

- first day in the paddock, let’s gaurrr

6. BREAK MY SOUL

- ooohhhhh, the school’s calling for a meeting with Nadia 😟

7. CHURCH GIRL

- party time activated ‼️

8. PLASTIC OFF THE SOFA

- a rainy afternoon in the kitchen with the both of them dancing? literally screaming!

9. VIRGO’S GROOVE

- catching feelings there?

10. MOVE

- a visit to Nadia’s work place isn’t so bad, right? …right?

11. HEATED

- time to let the world know who exactly Nadia is and why to not mess with her or her husband. period.

12. THIQUE

- party time pt 2?

13. ALL UP IN YOUR MIND

- how about a little vacation? :D

14. AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM

- coming soon!

15. PURE/HONEY

- coming soon!

16. SUMMER RENAISSANCE

- coming soon!

status: ongoing

saintslewis 🫶🏽

[doghart]

UPDATE AJJ FUCKINH ROCKED!!!!!!

ajj concert thursday and trans pride local show sat happy october everyone

[jesuisgourde]

A list of all the books mentioned in Peter Doherty's journals (and in some interviews/lyrics, too)

Because I just made this list in answer to someone's question on a facebook group, I thought I may as well post it here.

-The Picture of Dorian Gray/The Ballad Of Reading Gaol/Salome/The Happy Prince/The Duchess of Padua, all by Oscar Wilde -The Thief's Journal/Our Lady Of The Flowers/Miracle Of The Rose, all by Jean Genet -A Diamond Guitar by Truman Capote -Mixed Essays by Matthew Arnold -Venus In Furs by Leopold Sacher-Masoch -The Ministry Of Fear by Graham Greene -Brighton Rock by Graham Green -A Season in Hell by Arthur Rimbaud -The Street Of Crocodiles (aka Cinnamon Shops) by Bruno Schulz -Opium: The Diary Of His Cure by Jean Cocteau -The Lost Weekend by Charles Jackson -Howl by Allen Ginsberg -Women In Love by DH Lawrence -The Tempest by William Shakespeare -Trilby by George du Maurier -The Vision Of Jean Genet by Richard Coe -"Literature And The Crisis" by Isaiah Berlin -Le Cid by Pierre Corneille -The Paris Peasant by Louis Aragon -Junky by William S Burroughs -Absolute Beginners by Colin MacInnes -Futz by Rochelle Owens -They Shoot Horses Don't They? by Horace McCoy -"An Inquiry On Love" by La revolution surrealiste magazine -Idea by Michael Drayton -"The Nymph's Reply to The Shepherd" by Sir Walter Raleigh -Hamlet by William Shakespeare -The Silver Shilling/The Old Church Bell/The Snail And The Rose Tree all by Hans Christian Andersen -120 Days Of Sodom by Marquis de Sade -Letters To A Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke -Poetics Of Space by Gaston Bachelard -In Favor Of The Sensitive Man and Other Essays by Anais Nin -La Batarde by Violette LeDuc -Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov -Intimate Journals by Charles Baudelaire -Juno And The Paycock by Sean O'Casey -England Is Mine by Michael Bracewell -"The Prelude" by William Wordsworth -Noise: The Political Economy of Music by Jacques Atalli -"Elm" by Sylvia Plath -"I am pleased with my sight..." by Rumi -She Stoops To Conquer by Oliver Goldsmith -Amphitryon by John Dryden -Oscar Wilde by Richard Ellman -The Song Of The South by James Rennell Rodd -In Her Praise by Robert Graves -"For That He Looked Not Upon Her" by George Gascoigne -"Order And Disorder" by Lucy Hutchinson -Man Crazy by Joyce Carol Oates -A Pictorial History Of Sex In The Movies by Jeremy Pascall and Clyde Jeavons -Anarchy State & Utopia by Robert Nozick -"Limbo" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge -Men In Love: Masculinity and Sexuality in the Eighteenth Century by George Haggerty

[arbitrary line break because tumble hates lists apparently]

-Crime And Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky -Innocent When You Dream: the Tom Waits Reader -"Identity Card" by Mahmoud Darwish -Ulysses by James Joyce -The Four Quartets poems by TS Eliot -Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare -A'Rebours/Against The Grain by Joris-Karl Huysmans -Prisoner Of Love by Jean Genet -Down And Out In Paris And London by George Orwell -The Man With The Golden Arm by Nelson Algren -Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates -"Epitaph To A Dog" by Lord Byron -Cocaine Nights by JG Ballard -"Not By Bread Alone" by James Terry White -Anecdotes Of The Late Samuel Johnson by Hester Thrale -"The Owl And The Pussycat" by Edward Lear -"Chevaux de bois" by Paul Verlaine -A Strong Song Tows Us: The Life of Basil Bunting by Richard Burton -Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes -The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri -The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling -The Man Who Would Be King by Rudyard Kipling -Ask The Dust by John Frante -On The Trans-Siberian Railways by Blaise Cendrars -The 39 Steps by John Buchan -The Overcoat by Nikolai Gogol -The Government Inspector by Nikolai Gogol -The Iliad by Homer -Heart Of Darkness by Joseph Conrad -The Volunteer by Shane O'Doherty -Twenty Love Poems and A Song Of Despair by Pablo Neruda -"May Banners" by Arthur Rimbaud -Literary Outlaw: The life and times of William S Burroughs by Ted Morgan -The Penguin Dorothy Parker -Smoke by William Faulkner -Hero And Leander by Christopher Marlowe -My Lady Nicotine by JM Barrie -All I Ever Wrote by Ronnie Barker -The Libertine by Stephen Jeffreys -On Murder Considered As One Of The Fine Arts by Thomas de Quincey -The Void Ratio by Shane Levene and Karolina Urbaniak -The Remains Of The Day by Kazuo Ishiguro -Dead Fingers Talk by William S Burroughs -The England's Dreaming Tapes by Jon Savage -London Underworld by Henry Mayhew

[topguncortez]

Only For Emergencies - J. Seresin

whumptober masterlist || previous day

prompt: shivering

synopsis: You decide it's time to try and tame the beast, and you go to the one place where you know you'll be able to do it.

warnings: drug abuse, drug related death, cursing, mentions of death, detoxing, vomiting, mentions of relapse, mentions of parental death

word count: 2.9k

You weren’t sure how you got there, but someone must���ve called the police after Jake had left you on the cold concrete. You didn’t know that you had fallen asleep until you felt someone shaking you and you came face to face with a woman in a blue uniform. She had been nice and decided to not write you up if you promised to go to the drunk tank and sleep it off. You agreed, like normal. Sat in the back of the cop car, like normal. Smile at your favorite booker, like normal. Stretched out on your favorite bench, like normal. And in the morning, you gathered your belongings and left, like normal. 

You took the path home that would take you past the church that held NA. You didn’t go cause you were clean, you went for the irony of it. You sat in the back like a spectator, out of the circle where the sober ones lived, telling their harrowing stories of survival. There was one person, who had tried for the better part of two years to help you get on the straight and narrow. You swore you had enough 30-day chips to create a full year's worth. Duchess was probably old enough to be your grandmother, but she was a nice lady. She was a playboy model turned junkie like most of them are, but she found God and wanted to save the ‘youth of America’ as she said. 

But you didn’t need saving. 

You were fucking better than goddamn Clark Kent. 

You pulled the door to the old Methodist church open and walked the dim hallways that smelled of mildew and dust until you got to the sanctuary. You nearly moaned at the smell of fresh coffee and donuts. One of the only reasons you hadn’t been kicked away and told to come back when you really wanted to get clean was because of Duchess. She held out hope that something would change. She told you once that you still had that sparkle in your eye. You poured yourself some coffee, like normal. Grabbed a donut and a napkin, like normal. And took your spot in the back of the rows, like normal. 

Except, nothing was normal. 

You were expecting to hear Duchess’s thick southern accent. You were expecting to see that god-awful fur coat that she said was gifted to her by Heffner back in the 80s. You were expecting to hear the same story of how she moved to LA at 16 and was mesmerized by the disco lights and marijuana. You were expecting to be led into prayer by her, you mocking her accent as she recited the ‘Our Father’. This was your routine every Saturday morning. And who dares to fuck with your routine?

Who said addicts can’t be organized? 

But you were met with the sight of Paul standing in the middle of the circle, a grim look on his face. You hated Paul. He was some rich kid who had gotten his high school girlfriend pregnant and killed all in the same month. He apologized, did maybe seven years, and got released with the promise that he’d get clean and never try to vote in the state of California. 

“I got word this morning that Duchess has passed away. The beast got her.” 

 You paled instantly at his words. It felt like sirens were going off in your head. 

Duchess. 

The woman who had found God. The woman who had turned her life around and spent her free time knitting clothes for her grandkids in El Paso. The woman who still held out hope for you when no one else did. 

Succumbed to the Beast. 

You couldn’t sit and listen anymore as Paul talked about how brave Duchess was and how inspiring her story had been. It was like the walls were closing in around you. It felt like the Beast had his claws dug into your soft flesh and was tearing you to pieces. Tears started to cloud your eyes as you stood up from your chair, dropped your coffee and donut on the ground, and ran out of the church. You felt lightheaded as you pushed the front doors open and took a deep breath of fresh air. 

But even out here in the open, you still felt like the Beast was on you. 

So you ran. 

Your legs were burning as you ran as fast as you could trying to escape from the Beast. You couldn’t even remember the last time you ran from anything or for any reason. Maybe high school track? Before you twisted your ankle. But even then it was no more than a light jog. Now you were in a full sprint. 

— — — 

Jake was sitting at his kitchen table, staring at the coffee mug you had made him for your third anniversary. It had pictures of the two of you on various dates and a handwritten ‘I Love You’ on it. You looked so much younger, lighter, and happier. It was crazy how fast the drugs and alcohol had aged you almost overnight. But to Jake, you still looked like the most beautiful thing in the world. 

He summed it up to that was the crazy part about loving an addict. He could look past the cracked skin, dry hair, dark eyes, and haunting frame. You were still the girl he loved. Still, that beautiful girl that he had met that day on the pier. 

For the first time in his life, Jake was not sure what to do anymore. He hated himself that everything had gotten this bad. He hated himself for leaving you when you clearly needed him more than you let on. But how was he supposed to know? You were good at hiding everything. He didn’t know about the drinking issues until he came home from work in the middle of the day and you were passed out on the couch. He didn’t know about the pill issue until he saw that you had refilled your dead father’s oxycodone prescription. He just didn’t know. 

The anger was filling up in his body again, as he stood up from the table and grabbed the empty mug again, ready to throw it at the wall. This has happened several times over the past couple of weeks. He’d pick you up from Jerry’s, take you home, listen to you berate him, come home, listen to a voicemail you had left, and pick up the empty mug, ready to break it to pieces. 

But he always stopped before he could do it. 

Why? He was not sure. 

Maybe because once he broke it, it would be broken forever. 

Jake sighed and set the mug down, plopping back into his seat. He held his head in his hands, pulling slightly on his hair as he tried to rack his brain for what to do. He had started to keep his ringer on at all times, in case the city morgue called to come pick your body out. 

A knock at the door had startled him out of his thoughts. Nobody knocked at his door. Not a single person. The dagger squad all knew Jake kept his door unlocked, a habit from living in small-town Texas, and they’d just walk right through. His heartbeat plummeted. 

This couldn’t be it. 

This could not be it. 

Slowly, Jake walked to the front door, and leaned his forehead against it, saying a small prayer and bracing himself for whatever news the police officers on the other side of the door were going to tell him.

You were dead. 

Overdosed right there on the sidewalk last night after he left you. 

Jake could already hear the words now. 

He took a deep breath and turned the doorknob slowly, bracing himself for the worst. 

“Y/N,” 

“I don’t wanna die,” You were shaking on his doorstep. Your eyes were red, but not red from getting high, but from tears. You were still in last night's clothing, your make-up was smeared a bit on your face. And you were panting like you had been running a million miles to get here. 

Jake opened his arms and you collapsed in them, sobs leaving your mouth. He held you tightly against his body, scared that the wind might blow you away. You had lost weight and it was even more noticeable as Jake ran his hand down your back, feeling the notches of your spinal cord. Your hair smelled of cigarettes and stale beer, but he could also smell the coffee rolling off of you, which meant that you had gone to another meeting. He pulled back first and looked at you. 

You knew what he was thinking. You had said these words before when you were going through a psychosis episode. But you were starting to sober up and there was a certain pounding in your head that was the most unpleasant thing you had felt in a long time. 

“I need help,” You admitted and it tasted worse than any drug you had put in your body, “I need help. I need help.” 

You kept repeating it like a broken record, tears and snot rolling down your face as you spoke. Jake nodded his head wordlessly and guided you into his house, your lips still muttering those three words. He sat you down on the couch and went to get you a glass of water. He didn’t know the first thing about helping an addict through withdrawals, except that it got messy. Jake quickly grabbed the loaf of bread from the cupboard and put down two pieces before going to give you the glass of water. 

You thanked him as you took it, and drank most of it down in one go. Your throat was dry partially from running here and partially from crying. Jake sat himself down on the coffee table in front of you, keeping enough distance between the two of you and the door. You glanced over at it, still hearing the beast outside of it, clawing at the red paint. You started to shake again and Jake’s head perked up. 

“A-are you cold?” He asked and you looked at him. 

“The beast is gonna get me,” You whispered. Jake just nodded, not wanting to make you even more paranoid. 

“How about you lie down?” Jake gestured to the couch. You looked like you maybe got an hour of sleep, “I’ll make sure the beast stays out. You take a nap and we can talk more when you wake up.” 

You nodded and Jake helped you lay down on his couch. He grabbed the blanket that rested on the back and tucked it around you. He gently caressed your head as you closed your eyes, feeling somewhat safe from the beast that awaited outside his door. Jake’s heart broke watching as you curled yourself in, trying to keep yourself safe from whatever tricks your mind was playing. 

For the rest of the night, Jake stayed by your side. During your awake bouts, which didn’t last more than an hour or so, Jake was able to get you to eat and have you drink some electrolytes. He had done research, doordashing groceries and things he was going to need while you detoxed. He also looked up local rehab facilities. It was the last thing he wanted to do, send you to some lockdown facility that he would only be able to have supervised-one hour visits with you on the weekends. You had sent your father to a place like that, and you swore it was the final straw in your relationship with him. 

Jake also managed to get you to talk about why the change of heart. You didn’t go into much detail, either because your brain couldn’t come up with it or you were too scared to open up. You told him about waking up in the drunk tank this morning and hearing about Duchess’ death. 

“It scared you, didn’t it?” Jake asked. Your eyes were fixed on the TV screen in front of you. The sound was off, so it was just the flashing images on the scene that was playing out. Your hands were wrapped around a steaming cup of tea, “Y/N,” He called out softly, placing a hand on your thigh, “It’s okay to be scared.” 

You blinked, looking over at Jake, “I’m not scared of anything,” You gave him a weak smile, “I’m fucking Clark Kent.” 

Day two had been the worst. You were now 48 hours drug and alcohol-free, and it was really starting to hit you. You woke up in a pool of your own sweat, calling out Jake’s name. He had set you up in his room, volunteering to take the guest bed. You had tried to protest, but he said that the room was bigger and had an attached bathroom. During his research he read that constipation and diarrhea were common in the detoxing stage, and wanted to give you privacy. In your delirium, you somehow managed to pull yourself out of bed and start walking down to the guest room. Jake was just starting to get out of bed, having heard you call out his name, when he heard a crash in the hallway. He ripped open the door and found you withering in pain on the floor. 

“Jesus Christ,” He mumbled and walked over to you. You were hot to the touch and your clothing was soaked in sweat, “C’mon, we gotta cool you down.” 

“No!” You slurred. 

You were nearly limp in his arms as he picked you up and took you to the bathroom. He laid you down on the ground, and started the shower, turning it on as cold as he could get it. You curled yourself into a ball, your stomach was hurting like it could explode any minute. Jake held his hand under the stream of water, watching you as you pulled yourself to your knees and crawled over to the trash can. He grimaced as you got sick, and looked up at the ceiling. He guessed this was the best thing that could happen so far. The drugs were finally starting to leave your system. 

Once Jake determined the water was set to a good enough temp, he walked over to you, gently lifting your body up. You had vomit on the collar of your shirt, as Jake pulled it up and over your head. You felt weightless as Jake picked you up and walked over to the shower. Jake didn’t even think twice as he stepped into the shower, lowering himself down on the floor, still in his pajamas and placing you in between his legs. You instantly curled up against him, trying to get away from the cold stream of water, wanting to savor the warmth of his body. 

Jake hadn’t really got a good look at you before, seeing as you mainly dressed in baggy clothing. But now, as you sat in his arms shivering, he could see the bruises and the bones that were sticking out of your colorless skin. Your hair was greasy, telling Jake that it had been a while since you had last washed it. It was nothing like the well put together woman he had met all those years ago. That woman would be so embarrassed of the girl sitting on the shower floor.

“I’m gonna die,” You sobbed against his chest. 

Jake normally would grimace at the feeling of tears and snot dampening his shirt, but he didn’t even flinch as he held you tightly on the floor of his shower. You were starting to shake as the lukewarm water was breaking your fever. He held you tightly until your sobs turned to sniffles, and your shakes turned to small trembles. 

“You are not going to die,” Jake said, resting his chin on top of your head, “This is the suck, and you just gotta embrace it. When the toxins are out, you will feel better. It’ll take some time till it’s all out, but it’ll all be out.” 

You nodded, “How did you know what to do?” Your hands found the chain of his dog tags, twirling the metal around your fingers. 

“I watched you do it to your dad,” Jake muttered, “I think it was one of the last times he promised to get on the straight and narrow,” Jake scoffed, “I wanted so badly to tell you to just give him up. Let him kill himself, but you. . . you just would not quit. You’re stubborn, too stubborn for your own good.” 

You nodded your head again, your eyelids feeling heavy. Jake waited a couple more minutes, before reaching up and turning the water off. He gently slid out from behind you, grabbing a towel and quickly drying off, before pulling you from the shower. He sat you down on the closed toilet seat, grabbing a new dry towel and his fluffy white bathrobe. 

“Are you okay if I-” He gestured towards the towel in his hand. 

“You just saw me throw up on my shirt,” You answered, looking up at Jake, “You can dry me off. Please, I’m cold now.” 

Jake nodded his head, kneeling down in front of you and carefully, drying you off. You appreciated the gentleness of his touch, as he dried your body. You let him undress you, sliding the sopping wet undergarments off of your body and slipping the white fluffy robe on in their place. Jake then carried you back down to his bedroom, against your pitiful protests. He took his time, fluffing the pillows and tucking you into the ultrasoft sheets. He sat by your side, running his hand over your hair, something he used to do on the nights you’d come home after taking care of your dad, until your eyelids fluttered shut. 

“We’re gonna get through this,” Jake muttered to you, “We’re gonna tame the beast.”

note: part 3???? sike

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Redacted Headcannons (Based off My Versions of Listeners)

Angel got their nickname, not from the personality, but from the angel bite piercings they have

Also rides a motorcycle

Babe changed their job after the inversion, going from a boring office job to video game developer/designer-Has Ash beta test them (lol beta)

Scene kid and adrenaline junkie 

Sweetheart plays the guitar and had lots of tattoos

Is friends with Warden

 Darlin is a dance teacher (helps Cyra choreograph)

Lovely enjoys painting, and other arts

Treasure plays the piano, can do multiple types:grand piano, electric, keyboard, etc. 

Dear (Co-Worker) loves to ice skate

Warden (Vega’s Listner) plays the violin

Starlight enjoys baking 

Sunshine is a nail tech

Bestie loves to roller skate

Anton’s partner is a writer

Cutie is a hair dresser and they are on a volleyball team 

Obscura is a preachers child, dad thought they were a devil’s child, had to cross country to get away from the angry family and church, work as a bartender for a while, and then found Morgan

Honey has a lot of bug tattoos, including a bee on their sternum, where they got the nickname

Smartass enjoys playing chess, and is also on a volleyball team 

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Church dance + Gems au = accidental near-fusion???

And now, for the main event: Black Opal, the fusion of an Orange Pearl (Kim Kitsuragi) and mystery gem (Harry Du Bois). Below is a reference I made:

Black Opal, the fusion of Harry and Kim as part of my Disco Elysium / Steven Universe crossover AU. I really wanted to lean into the nostalgia and adrenaline junkie aspects of both characters. The conclusion I came to was a 70s biker. I think every time I've seen a picture of someone's american dad back when they were younger, it was a guy with insane facial hair and a homoerotic biker fit, which lead me to this as the aesthetic for a fusion of these two. These are black opals, for reference:

As a fusion, they both struggle to speak as a singular being. They are not a very stable fusion, mostly due to Harry's damaged gem and how quickly they both can diverge from each other in action and personality. When they do agree however and can maintain Black Opal, its the aspect of themselves that brings out the daring qualities of the other; the one that says "hold on!" and presses their foot on the accelerator, the one that revs their engine, the one that brings a boombox to a boat ride. After a while Black Opal is able to assimilate both aspects of Kim and Harry, as seen in the last panel where his enthusiastic and showboating personality (which both Harry and Kim posses individually in different ways) becomes more like a singular being, like other fusions in the show.

I arranged their limbs and eyes according to where I think they diverge in terms of personality and what they try to accomplish as a fusion / where their interests conflict. This seems to be the case for fusions in Steven Universe as well, where the less harmonious a fusion is, the less proportional the limbs and eyes are to a human body. Harry and Kim have divergences in their eyes and in their forearms. While physically they follow each other in a common goal, Harry and Kim have different ways of handling the world and diverge in their sense of interfacing. Kim has a delicate touch generally, while Harry tends to brute force his way through obstacles. They also have divergent eyes; They both see the world very differently and have different reactions to the same stimulus. Besides these two divergences, they are a fairly harmonious fusion physically.

This is Kim's first fusion, meanwhile Harry has fused before with multiple people from Precinct 41 and his ex, but due to his amnesia he doesn't remember that he has.

Harry and Kim are both basically in historical cosplay throughout the entire game, and I liked the idea of them both being a fusion that dresses in an outdated and charming way as well, like a person out of time. Black Opal as a gemstone I chose because the rainbow coloration of Harry's pale damage on his gem would intermingle with Kim's orange pearl, while the orange and green of the two of them mixed as colors would be a darker muddy color. Thus, this would equate to a dark gem with rainbow coloration inside. Opals tend to be porous as well, which I found fitting for Harry's eroded gemstone.

I love how Harry and Kim have whack-ass facial hair in game and I wanted to give them both an insane facial hair combo. The leather jacket is basically a combination of Harry's green disco blazer and Kim's orange bomber jacket. Kim's gloves become biker's gloves, the "tie" from Harry is the bandana they both wear around their mullet with buzzed sides. They're wearing these big biker's boots, which are drawn largely from Kim's boots in game. Kim has a ton of little compartments to his clothes, so I liked the idea of there being a bunch of zippers everywhere. I'd have put even more and drawn on some patches but my hand was starting to fall off from drawing so for now this is it.

I'll definitely be drawing more of this fusion and for this AU in the future but if you guys have suggestions, ideas, art requests for the crossover let me know. The tag for posts about this au is "disco universe".

Below are some of the clothing and aesthetics I referenced while drawing Black Opal:

[weenofficial]

Chocolate And Cheese Back On Vinyl!

To celebrate the 30th anniversary of Chocolate and Cheese, Rhino will release Chocolate And Cheese 30th Anniversary Edition on August 2. There will also be an exclusive “Championship Belt” variant. This 3-LP set features a newly remastered version of the original album, plus 15 previously unreleased demos and outtakes curated by Gener and Deaner. Mastered from the original flat master tapes by Bernie Grundman.

30th Anniversary Bundles also available. Preorder vinyl, shirts, posters, and more HERE.

🎶 A previously unreleased version of “Junkie Boy” is available today digitally. Listen HERE.

Chocolate And Cheese (Deluxe Edition) Track Listing

SIDE A:

Take Me Away

Spinal Meningitis (Got Me Down)

Freedom Of ’76

I Can’t Put My Finger On It

SIDE B:

A Tear For Eddie

Roses Are Free

Baby Bitch

Mister, Would You Please Help My Pony?

SIDE C:

Drifter In the Dark

Voodoo Lady

Joppa Road

Candi

SIDE D:

Buenas Tardes Amigo

The HIV Song

What Deaner Was Talkin’ About

Don’t Shit Where You Eat

SIDE E (Bonus Tracks):

Crappy Anniversary Jimmy

Warm Socks

Stop, Look, Listen (And Learn)

Dirty Money

I Got It

Belgian Stew

Voodoo Lady – Demo

SIDE F (Bonus Tracks):

Junkie Boy

Smooth Mover

Church Fire

Take Me Away – Demo

Sasha

Roses Are Free – Demo

Candi – Demo

I Really Miss You (And I’m All Alone)

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SEIJOH BOYS SPOTIFY WRAPPED‼️‼️

Kindiachi

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Kunimi

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The Front Bottoms

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I Love You Like An Alcoholic

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things that canonically exist in smplive

the irs

sonic the hedgehog entities haunting the nether hub

amazing world of gumball and the fact that junky janker played gumball

veganism (courtesy of antvenom)

cult dedicated to bread

cult dedicated to salmon

cult dedicated to the void

cult that is definitely not a cult we hate cults

anti-fish racism

sans undertale

shop that sells gamer girl bath water

weed

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